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As the evening grew later in Clemens Point most of the gang had retired to bed for the night, but a few men remained at the campfire. There was never a lack of companionship within the Van Der Linde gang, and the campfire was often host to friendly drinks and the sharing of stories. This evening the storytelling had taken a darker turn, with Charles very sombrely telling the assembled men about the supernatural ‘living scarecrows’ that silently roamed the country, seeking out bloodshed. Charles described in great detail the grotesque, gory mess left behind in the home of any farmer family unfortunate enough to have become prey to these sinister living scarecrows.