The tale of a farmer

 Since I had my job in the city, the superstition of "The crazy farmer" was still told and shared in the countryside.

The village I used to live in was small and merchants were no longer selecting or finding our crops valid for them to trade over,

especially, after that weird events took place, the reason was the crops of "Paul" whose corn roots were poisoned by spoiled fertilizers and bad soil with buried birds which rot underneath...

People witnessed him suffocating birds that attacked his crops instead of installing a scarecrow
, hence he buries them secretly and sends his crops for selling...

The farmers got angry eras ago and cut his last finger as referring for wasted pacts he used to make with them and burnt all his crops...

So people avoided this region and the farmers thought that the repeated crimes and massacres among them was happening due to the return of "Paul" as an avenger who puts his influence by cutting people's last finger and killing them...

They said that he's taking revenge of all the farmers that were living in the village, including me,
I chose to have a job abroad to get rid of their superstitions and ignorance...

Likewise, to peruse myself out of commercial fields the only business they used to own there.

A sudden terror haunts me when I read the news today and found his name on missing list,
I googled the label at the journal and found no clue about his current presence in the village,

they say that it no longer carries a single person on its ground due to the fire that caught up all the houses as well as they found the corpses without their last fingers.

A coincidence, a bad coincidence just gathered my name with his name on the same list, and remaining the superstition only before my visionary to turn them all to facts.

I left my desk and ran to the police station, trying to convince them of the farmer tale, but they didn't believe me according to lacking evidences, 
Although if I were suspicious or a professional killer I wouldn't go to the police station myself and surrender.

They still suspect me and him but as long as there's nothing to put against me in my records, they released me and I decided to leave the entire area till they find this killer and arrest him or even convict him with death...

When I arrived my small flat, I found the door open, initially I sensed a grip squeezing my heart, made me gasp and move backwards,

Then everything went black and I woke up cuffed in the hospital,
they said that I followed the farmer and killed him, they found his body at my flat, and they say that he was living in the first floor and thought that I pretended that I don't know and I was the criminal they're seeking trace of and I'm not innocent anymore.

I guarantee that he killed himself because of his pride, I'm not crazy
and I'm not hallucinating, I didn't kill anyone.

They didn't believe the tale and they didn't even believe that he killed himself by my knife that carried my fingerprints, or even that I defended myself.

It got more complex and my lawyer couldn't help but claiming that I'm paranoid and I need to be detained at the asylum forever instead of being jailed.

It's my first time believing someone's abnormal tales.

It's my first time being submissive for the fate...

Being caged in the darkness and falling for the powerful ocean that was waving towards my head
, dragged me down, and drowned me.