Who among us hasn't felt the exhilarating pull of youthful adventures tinged with just the right amount of fear? On one unforgettable night, my friends Connor, Jace, Taylor, and I threw caution to the wind and ventured into Mr. Wilkins’ notoriously haunted cornfield. What started as a rebellious thrill-seeking venture quickly transformed into a spine-chilling night as the whispers of the wind seemed to come alive, guiding us deeper into the unknown. When Connor, the bravest of us all, mysteriously disappeared, the night's excitement shifted to confusion and dread, leaving us questioning the line between reality and the supernatural.Join us as we unravel the events of that eerie night, exploring the lingering impact it has on our perception of friendship and fear. The unsettling experience left an indelible mark, turning a once-familiar cornfield into a place of mystery and caution. Listen in as we recount the haunting whispers and the strange behavior Connor exhibited upon being found, a tale that continues to reverberate in our lives. This is not just a story about a night gone astray in the cornfields; it's a testament to how a single chilling experience can alter our view of the world and each other.
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Speaker 1 (00:03):
We were dumb kids, always looking for a thrill, especially
on the weekends when there wasn't much to do in
our small town, you know the type, small community, quiet streets,
and the nearest mall was forty five minutes away. Cornfields
stretched for miles in every direction, disappearing into the horizon.
They'd been a backdrop for as long as I could remember,
(00:25):
but we hardly paid them any mind.
Speaker 2 (00:27):
They were just there.
Speaker 1 (00:28):
But on this particular night, we made the worst decision
of our lives. We decided to sneak into mister wilkins Cornfield.
It wasn't the first time we'd messed around in the corn,
but there was something about doing it at night that
felt different. The idea came from Connor, of course, he
was always the one who pushed things too far. Come on,
he'd said, with a mischievous grin, I dare you to
(00:51):
go in the corn at night. You know it'll be
creepy as hell. Besides, everyone says wilkins Field is haunted.
I rolled my eyes at the idea, but in the
back of my mind I wondered if, maybe, just maybe
there was.
Speaker 2 (01:04):
Something to it.
Speaker 1 (01:05):
It was stupid, really, No one believed in ghosts, not
seriously anyway. Still, when the whole group Connor, Jace, Taylor
and me, it was easy to get pulled into that
kind of thinking. It was the thrill of it all,
the chance to prove we weren't scared, that we could do.
Speaker 2 (01:21):
Something crazy and come out the other side laughing. So
we went.
Speaker 1 (01:27):
It was a Friday night and the crickets were out
in full force, their chirps filling the otherwise still night.
The moon hung low in the sky, casting everything in
a faint silver glow. We snuck across the road and
hopped the wooden fence that separated.
Speaker 2 (01:41):
Mister Wilkins's property from the road.
Speaker 1 (01:43):
The corn stretched out in front of us, tall and dark,
swaying slightly in the wind, like it was alive. Last
chance to back out, Connor taunted, looking over his shoulder
at us. None of us said a word, but Taylor hesitated.
She always had that look when she wasn't sure about something,
like she wanted to say no, but didn't want to
be the odd one out. We teased her about it
(02:05):
all the time. It's just corn, Tay, You'll be fine,
Jay said, nudging her forward, and so we entered the stalks,
closing around us, forming a living wall that blocked out
the world behind us. The sounds of the town faded,
and we were left with just the rustle of the
corn and the faint crunch of our feet on the
dry soil. At first, it was almost fun. We made jokes, laughed,
(02:30):
and even pretended to scare each other by jumping out
from behind the rows. But after a while the laughter
started to die down. The deeper we went, the more
oppressive the silence became. The corn seemed to stretch on forever,
the stalks towering over us, making it impossible to see
more than a few feet in any direction. That's when
we heard the whispering. It started soft, so quiet that
(02:52):
I thought it was just the wind playing tricks on us.
But then it came again, clearer, like someone was standing
just behind the next row, talking in hushed tones. It
didn't make any sense. No one else was supposed to
be out there, not at this hour. Did you guys
hear that?
Speaker 2 (03:09):
Taylor asked. We all nodded.
Speaker 1 (03:12):
It's probably just the wind, Jay said, but he didn't
sound convinced. He looked at Connor, hoping for some reassurance,
but Connor was staring at the corn. The whispering continued,
growing louder, but we still couldn't make out any words.
It was a constant murmur, like a conversation happening just
out of earshot. Let's go check it out, Connor suggested.
(03:33):
He spoke with that familiar, reckless confidence he always carried
in situations like this. He started forward before any of
us could argue, pushing through the stalks with purpose. The
rest of us followed, though a lot less enthusiastically. As
we moved closer, the whispers increased, as if they were
aware of our presence. They seemed to come from all directions,
(03:55):
now swirling around us, filling the air. I could see
Taylor getting more and more anxious, her eyes darting around
as if she expected something to jump out at us
at any moment. That's when we realized someone was missing. Wait,
Jace said, stopping dead in his tracks, Where's Connor. We
all stopped looking around, but he was gone. One second
he'd been leading the way, and the next nothing. I
(04:18):
called out his name, but my voice felt small, swallowed
up by the rustling corn and the strange murmurs that
filled the air. Maybe he's messing with us Taylor whispered,
though her voice trembled, trying to freak us out Connor.
I called again, louder this time, nothing, just the whispering.
We stood there for what felt like an eternity, frozen
(04:38):
in place, unsure of what to do. Every time I
tried to focus on the source of the whispers, they
seemed to shift, like they were moving through the corn,
leading us further into the field. Let's get out of here,
Taylor said, we'll find him back at the road, but
Jase shook his head. We can't leave him out here alone.
I didn't know what to say. I wanted to go
(05:00):
go back, to get out of that damn cornfield and
never come back, but leaving Connor behind didn't feel right either.
We decided to split up, even though everything inside me
screamed that it was a bad idea. Jason Taylor took
one direction while I went the other. The corn closed
in around me, and soon I couldn't even see them anymore.
(05:20):
It was just me and the whispers. I moved slowly, listening,
trying to pick up any sign of Connor. But the
deeper I went, the louder the whispers became, filling my ears.
Speaker 2 (05:31):
Pressing in on me.
Speaker 1 (05:32):
It was like they were trying to tell me something,
but I couldn't make out the words. They were too jumbled,
too distorted. Then out of nowhere, I heard a rustling
ahead of me, and I stopped holding my breath. Something
was moving through the corn, something large. I couldn't see it,
but I could feel it, the weight of its presence
(05:52):
bearing down on me.
Speaker 2 (05:54):
Connor, no answer, just the whispers.
Speaker 1 (05:58):
I took a step forward, and that's when I saw him, Connor,
standing just a few feet away, his back to me.
Relief washed over me and I called his name again,
but he didn't turn around. Connor, I shouted, moving closer,
Come on, man, this isn't funny.
Speaker 2 (06:13):
Still no response. I reached out to grab.
Speaker 1 (06:15):
His shoulder, but before I could touch him, he turned slowly,
his eyes wide and distant, like he wasn't really seeing me. Connor,
he whispered, cutting me off, it's waiting. I stared at him, confused,
what are you talking about? What's waiting? But he didn't answer.
He just stared past me, his eyes unfocused, like he
(06:36):
was seeing something I couldn't, And then without another word,
he turned and walked back into the corn. I called
after him, but he didn't stop. He just kept walking,
disappearing into the rose. I didn't follow him. I don't
know how long I stood there, listening to the whispers,
trying to process what had just happened, But eventually I
turned and ran, pushing through the corn.
Speaker 2 (06:58):
Back toward the road.
Speaker 1 (07:00):
When I finally made it back, Jason Taylor were waiting
for me, their faces pale and drawn. I told them
what had happened, but they didn't say anything. We didn't
talk much after that. We just left, hoping Connor would
show up on his own. Eventually, Connor went back to
his home alone. We found him the next morning, sitting
by the sidewalk in front of his house, staring blankly
(07:22):
at the ground. He didn't say a word, just kept
muttering under his breath about something waiting in the corn.
He never told us what he saw that night, and
every time we mentioned that day, he'd get angry and
shut down the conversation. A while later, I moved away
to college and ended up losing contact with them. I
(07:48):
grew up in a small town, and that meant that
we had to make our own fun. My friends and
I spent nearly every afternoon after school, playing games in
the wide open fields behind our houses. You're an old
farm where the previous owners had passed away and their
children did not want to take over the property, so
the place was abandoned. With those rows of tall corn
(08:09):
that grew wild and unchecked, it had become our playground
over the years, a perfect spot for hide and seek.
For us, it was a world of adventure and imagination.
You could get lost in there, and sometimes that's exactly
what we wanted. I was always the best at hiding.
I liked slipping away into the rows of corn, the
soft rustling of leaves covering my footsteps, and knowing that
(08:31):
no one could find me. It was thrilling in a
way that made your heart race, knowing you were hidden.
Speaker 2 (08:36):
But not alone.
Speaker 1 (08:38):
One afternoon in particular sticks with me more than any other.
We just finished school and the late summer sun was
already beginning to set.
Speaker 2 (08:47):
I was with my usual group.
Speaker 1 (08:48):
Of friends, Tommy, Jenna, and Catherine. It was Catherine's turn
to seek, and as usual, I found a spot deep
in the field. Crouching low behind a thick wall of corn.
I could hear the others laughing and running through the
stalks as they hurried to find their own hiding spots.
The excitement of the game always made time blur, and
(09:09):
I remember closing my eyes for a moment, listening to
the faint breeze rattle the leaves around me. I couldn't
hear Catherine anymore. She must have started counting ready or not,
Here I come. Catherine's voice rang out across the field,
and I smiled, knowing she'd never find me here. I
stayed perfectly still, waiting for the game to unfold. Minutes passed,
(09:31):
and I began to hear footsteps again, the swish of
corn stalks being pushed aside as Catherine moved through the field.
It was hard to tell where she was exactly, but
that was part of the fun. She would occasionally call
out in a playful voice, pretending to know where we
were hiding. Then the footsteps got closer, much closer. I
(09:52):
leaned forward a little, peeking through the stalks, expecting to
see Catherine's silhouette moving through the corn but I didn't
see her.
Speaker 2 (10:00):
The sound was there, the soft crunch.
Speaker 1 (10:01):
Of footsteps, but there was no one in sight. Tommy Jenna,
I whispered, but no one answered. I thought about moving
to another spot, just in case. But something held me still.
That's when I heard the voice, a low, rumbling sound
that didn't belong. It wasn't Catherine, it wasn't Tommy or Jenna.
It was deep, almost like a growl, but it formed
a name, Catherine. It was right behind me, only a
(10:24):
few feet away. I hadn't seen anyone come near, hadn't
heard anyone approach that close. The cornfield was dense, but
I should have been able to see them. My breath
caught in my throat, and I didn't dare turn around.
I told myself it had to be a trick, maybe
Tommy trying to scare me. But the voice was wrong,
too low, and it said her name again, Catherine. I
(10:47):
scrambled to my feet, pushing through the corn my heart
thudding in my chest. I stumbled out of my hiding spot,
breathing hard as I ran back toward the open field
where we'd started the game. I didn't stop until I
broke through to the clearing, where the golden light of
the setting sun felt.
Speaker 2 (11:03):
Like a lifeline.
Speaker 1 (11:05):
Tommy and Jenna were already there, sitting on the ground
and laughing about something. When they saw me, they jumped
to their feet, startled by the look on my face?
What's wrong? Did you guys hear that? Did you hear
someone calling Catherine's name? Jenna squinted at me, as if
trying to decide whether I was playing a joke or not.
No one called her. We were waiting for you. I
(11:28):
thought you were still hiding. I was, but there was
someone else in the field.
Speaker 2 (11:31):
I heard them.
Speaker 1 (11:33):
They were right behind me. Are you sure? It's probably
just your imagination? You always freak yourself out in the cornfield.
I shook my head. My hands were trembling. No, it
was real. I swear it wasn't any of you. It
was someone else. Jenna stood up. Maybe you just got
scared because it's getting dark. I wanted to argue, to
(11:54):
insist that what I'd heard was real. The voice had
been so clear, so close, But when I looked back
at the cornfield, it seemed so still, so quiet. I
was starting to doubt myself. But then Catherine got out
of the field. I heard it too. Her voice was shaky.
We all turned to look at her. Catherine had been
the last one to come back. She stood there, staring
(12:16):
at the cornfield like it was a stranger. No longer
the familiar playground we had always known. What do you
mean you heard it, Tommy asked. When I was looking
for you, guys, I heard someone call my name too.
It wasn't like us, though, it wasn't playful. We were
silent for a moment, letting her words sink in. The
sun had already set completely, and the cornfield felt ominous
(12:38):
rather than comforting. It's probably just some farmer messing with us,
Tommy said. Catherine shook her head. No, it wasn't a farmer.
There was no one there. We stood there, staring at
the cornfield, waiting for something else to happen. But the
field stayed silent. The wind was moving through the stalks
like it was mocking us for being scared. We should go.
(13:00):
It's getting late, Jenna said. We agreed, none of us
eager to stay any longer. We gathered our things and
made our way back to the road. I couldn't help
but feel like we were being watched, though every time
I turned to look there was nothing there, just rows
and rows of corn, standing tall and silent. That night,
(13:20):
after I'd gone home and climbed into bed, I couldn't
stop thinking about what had happened, and the fact that
Catherine had heard it too made it all the more terrifying.
For weeks after that, we avoided the cornfield. No more
games of hide and seek, no more daring each other
to go deeper.
Speaker 2 (13:37):
Into the stalks.
Speaker 1 (13:39):
We stuck to the open fields where the light was bright.
But every now and then I would catch Tommy or
Jenna looking toward the cornfield, as if they were waiting for.
Speaker 2 (13:48):
Something to emerge from its depths.
Speaker 1 (13:50):
Eventually, life went back to normal and the memory of
that day faded into the background. But even now, all
these years later, I can still remember that voice vividly.
We were dumb kids, always looking for a thrill, especially
on the weekends when there wasn't much to do in
our small town, you know the type, small community, quiet streets,
and the nearest mall was forty five minutes away. Cornfields
stretched for miles in every direction, disappearing into the horizon.
They'd been a backdrop for as long as I could remember,
(00:25):
but we hardly paid them any mind.
Speaker 2 (00:27):
They were just there.
Speaker 1 (00:28):
But on this particular night, we made the worst decision
of our lives. We decided to sneak into mister wilkins Cornfield.
It wasn't the first time we'd messed around in the corn,
but there was something about doing it at night that
felt different. The idea came from Connor, of course, he
was always the one who pushed things too far. Come on,
he'd said, with a mischievous grin, I dare you to
(00:51):
go in the corn at night. You know it'll be
creepy as hell. Besides, everyone says wilkins Field is haunted.
I rolled my eyes at the idea, but in the
back of my mind I wondered if, maybe, just maybe
there was.
Speaker 2 (01:04):
Something to it.
Speaker 1 (01:05):
It was stupid, really, No one believed in ghosts, not
seriously anyway. Still, when the whole group Connor, Jace, Taylor
and me, it was easy to get pulled into that
kind of thinking. It was the thrill of it all,
the chance to prove we weren't scared, that we could do.
Speaker 2 (01:21):
Something crazy and come out the other side laughing. So
we went.
Speaker 1 (01:27):
It was a Friday night and the crickets were out
in full force, their chirps filling the otherwise still night.
The moon hung low in the sky, casting everything in
a faint silver glow. We snuck across the road and
hopped the wooden fence that separated.
Speaker 2 (01:41):
Mister Wilkins's property from the road.
Speaker 1 (01:43):
The corn stretched out in front of us, tall and dark,
swaying slightly in the wind, like it was alive. Last
chance to back out, Connor taunted, looking over his shoulder
at us. None of us said a word, but Taylor hesitated.
She always had that look when she wasn't sure about something,
like she wanted to say no, but didn't want to
be the odd one out. We teased her about it
(02:05):
all the time. It's just corn, Tay, You'll be fine,
Jay said, nudging her forward, and so we entered the stalks,
closing around us, forming a living wall that blocked out
the world behind us. The sounds of the town faded,
and we were left with just the rustle of the
corn and the faint crunch of our feet on the
dry soil. At first, it was almost fun. We made jokes, laughed,
(02:30):
and even pretended to scare each other by jumping out
from behind the rows. But after a while the laughter
started to die down. The deeper we went, the more
oppressive the silence became. The corn seemed to stretch on forever,
the stalks towering over us, making it impossible to see
more than a few feet in any direction. That's when
we heard the whispering. It started soft, so quiet that
(02:52):
I thought it was just the wind playing tricks on us.
But then it came again, clearer, like someone was standing
just behind the next row, talking in hushed tones. It
didn't make any sense. No one else was supposed to
be out there, not at this hour. Did you guys
hear that?
Speaker 2 (03:09):
Taylor asked. We all nodded.
Speaker 1 (03:12):
It's probably just the wind, Jay said, but he didn't
sound convinced. He looked at Connor, hoping for some reassurance,
but Connor was staring at the corn. The whispering continued,
growing louder, but we still couldn't make out any words.
It was a constant murmur, like a conversation happening just
out of earshot. Let's go check it out, Connor suggested.
(03:33):
He spoke with that familiar, reckless confidence he always carried
in situations like this. He started forward before any of
us could argue, pushing through the stalks with purpose. The
rest of us followed, though a lot less enthusiastically. As
we moved closer, the whispers increased, as if they were
aware of our presence. They seemed to come from all directions,
(03:55):
now swirling around us, filling the air. I could see
Taylor getting more and more anxious, her eyes darting around
as if she expected something to jump out at us
at any moment. That's when we realized someone was missing. Wait,
Jace said, stopping dead in his tracks, Where's Connor. We
all stopped looking around, but he was gone. One second
he'd been leading the way, and the next nothing. I
(04:18):
called out his name, but my voice felt small, swallowed
up by the rustling corn and the strange murmurs that
filled the air. Maybe he's messing with us Taylor whispered,
though her voice trembled, trying to freak us out Connor.
I called again, louder this time, nothing, just the whispering.
We stood there for what felt like an eternity, frozen
(04:38):
in place, unsure of what to do. Every time I
tried to focus on the source of the whispers, they
seemed to shift, like they were moving through the corn,
leading us further into the field. Let's get out of here,
Taylor said, we'll find him back at the road, but
Jase shook his head. We can't leave him out here alone.
I didn't know what to say. I wanted to go
(05:00):
go back, to get out of that damn cornfield and
never come back, but leaving Connor behind didn't feel right either.
We decided to split up, even though everything inside me
screamed that it was a bad idea. Jason Taylor took
one direction while I went the other. The corn closed
in around me, and soon I couldn't even see them anymore.
(05:20):
It was just me and the whispers. I moved slowly, listening,
trying to pick up any sign of Connor. But the
deeper I went, the louder the whispers became, filling my ears.
Speaker 2 (05:31):
Pressing in on me.
Speaker 1 (05:32):
It was like they were trying to tell me something,
but I couldn't make out the words. They were too jumbled,
too distorted. Then out of nowhere, I heard a rustling
ahead of me, and I stopped holding my breath. Something
was moving through the corn, something large. I couldn't see it,
but I could feel it, the weight of its presence
(05:52):
bearing down on me.
Speaker 2 (05:54):
Connor, no answer, just the whispers.
Speaker 1 (05:58):
I took a step forward, and that's when I saw him, Connor,
standing just a few feet away, his back to me.
Relief washed over me and I called his name again,
but he didn't turn around. Connor, I shouted, moving closer,
Come on, man, this isn't funny.
Speaker 2 (06:13):
Still no response. I reached out to grab.
Speaker 1 (06:15):
His shoulder, but before I could touch him, he turned slowly,
his eyes wide and distant, like he wasn't really seeing me. Connor,
he whispered, cutting me off, it's waiting. I stared at him, confused,
what are you talking about? What's waiting? But he didn't answer.
He just stared past me, his eyes unfocused, like he
(06:36):
was seeing something I couldn't, And then without another word,
he turned and walked back into the corn. I called
after him, but he didn't stop. He just kept walking,
disappearing into the rose. I didn't follow him. I don't
know how long I stood there, listening to the whispers,
trying to process what had just happened, But eventually I
turned and ran, pushing through the corn.
Speaker 2 (06:58):
Back toward the road.
Speaker 1 (07:00):
When I finally made it back, Jason Taylor were waiting
for me, their faces pale and drawn. I told them
what had happened, but they didn't say anything. We didn't
talk much after that. We just left, hoping Connor would
show up on his own. Eventually, Connor went back to
his home alone. We found him the next morning, sitting
by the sidewalk in front of his house, staring blankly
(07:22):
at the ground. He didn't say a word, just kept
muttering under his breath about something waiting in the corn.
He never told us what he saw that night, and
every time we mentioned that day, he'd get angry and
shut down the conversation. A while later, I moved away
to college and ended up losing contact with them. I
(07:48):
grew up in a small town, and that meant that
we had to make our own fun. My friends and
I spent nearly every afternoon after school, playing games in
the wide open fields behind our houses. You're an old
farm where the previous owners had passed away and their
children did not want to take over the property, so
the place was abandoned. With those rows of tall corn
(08:09):
that grew wild and unchecked, it had become our playground
over the years, a perfect spot for hide and seek.
For us, it was a world of adventure and imagination.
You could get lost in there, and sometimes that's exactly
what we wanted. I was always the best at hiding.
I liked slipping away into the rows of corn, the
soft rustling of leaves covering my footsteps, and knowing that
(08:31):
no one could find me. It was thrilling in a
way that made your heart race, knowing you were hidden.
Speaker 2 (08:36):
But not alone.
Speaker 1 (08:38):
One afternoon in particular sticks with me more than any other.
We just finished school and the late summer sun was
already beginning to set.
Speaker 2 (08:47):
I was with my usual group.
Speaker 1 (08:48):
Of friends, Tommy, Jenna, and Catherine. It was Catherine's turn
to seek, and as usual, I found a spot deep
in the field. Crouching low behind a thick wall of corn.
I could hear the others laughing and running through the
stalks as they hurried to find their own hiding spots.
The excitement of the game always made time blur, and
(09:09):
I remember closing my eyes for a moment, listening to
the faint breeze rattle the leaves around me. I couldn't
hear Catherine anymore. She must have started counting ready or not,
Here I come. Catherine's voice rang out across the field,
and I smiled, knowing she'd never find me here. I
stayed perfectly still, waiting for the game to unfold. Minutes passed,
(09:31):
and I began to hear footsteps again, the swish of
corn stalks being pushed aside as Catherine moved through the field.
It was hard to tell where she was exactly, but
that was part of the fun. She would occasionally call
out in a playful voice, pretending to know where we
were hiding. Then the footsteps got closer, much closer. I
(09:52):
leaned forward a little, peeking through the stalks, expecting to
see Catherine's silhouette moving through the corn but I didn't
see her.
Speaker 2 (10:00):
The sound was there, the soft crunch.
Speaker 1 (10:01):
Of footsteps, but there was no one in sight. Tommy Jenna,
I whispered, but no one answered. I thought about moving
to another spot, just in case. But something held me still.
That's when I heard the voice, a low, rumbling sound
that didn't belong. It wasn't Catherine, it wasn't Tommy or Jenna.
It was deep, almost like a growl, but it formed
a name, Catherine. It was right behind me, only a
(10:24):
few feet away. I hadn't seen anyone come near, hadn't
heard anyone approach that close. The cornfield was dense, but
I should have been able to see them. My breath
caught in my throat, and I didn't dare turn around.
I told myself it had to be a trick, maybe
Tommy trying to scare me. But the voice was wrong,
too low, and it said her name again, Catherine. I
(10:47):
scrambled to my feet, pushing through the corn my heart
thudding in my chest. I stumbled out of my hiding spot,
breathing hard as I ran back toward the open field
where we'd started the game. I didn't stop until I
broke through to the clearing, where the golden light of
the setting sun felt.
Speaker 2 (11:03):
Like a lifeline.
Speaker 1 (11:05):
Tommy and Jenna were already there, sitting on the ground
and laughing about something. When they saw me, they jumped
to their feet, startled by the look on my face?
What's wrong? Did you guys hear that? Did you hear
someone calling Catherine's name? Jenna squinted at me, as if
trying to decide whether I was playing a joke or not.
No one called her. We were waiting for you. I
(11:28):
thought you were still hiding. I was, but there was
someone else in the field.
Speaker 2 (11:31):
I heard them.
Speaker 1 (11:33):
They were right behind me. Are you sure? It's probably
just your imagination? You always freak yourself out in the cornfield.
I shook my head. My hands were trembling. No, it
was real. I swear it wasn't any of you. It
was someone else. Jenna stood up. Maybe you just got
scared because it's getting dark. I wanted to argue, to
(11:54):
insist that what I'd heard was real. The voice had
been so clear, so close, But when I looked back
at the cornfield, it seemed so still, so quiet. I
was starting to doubt myself. But then Catherine got out
of the field. I heard it too. Her voice was shaky.
We all turned to look at her. Catherine had been
the last one to come back. She stood there, staring
(12:16):
at the cornfield like it was a stranger. No longer
the familiar playground we had always known. What do you
mean you heard it, Tommy asked. When I was looking
for you, guys, I heard someone call my name too.
It wasn't like us, though, it wasn't playful. We were
silent for a moment, letting her words sink in. The
sun had already set completely, and the cornfield felt ominous
(12:38):
rather than comforting. It's probably just some farmer messing with us,
Tommy said. Catherine shook her head. No, it wasn't a farmer.
There was no one there. We stood there, staring at
the cornfield, waiting for something else to happen. But the
field stayed silent. The wind was moving through the stalks
like it was mocking us for being scared. We should go.
(13:00):
It's getting late, Jenna said. We agreed, none of us
eager to stay any longer. We gathered our things and
made our way back to the road. I couldn't help
but feel like we were being watched, though every time
I turned to look there was nothing there, just rows
and rows of corn, standing tall and silent. That night,
(13:20):
after I'd gone home and climbed into bed, I couldn't
stop thinking about what had happened, and the fact that
Catherine had heard it too made it all the more terrifying.
For weeks after that, we avoided the cornfield. No more
games of hide and seek, no more daring each other
to go deeper.
Speaker 2 (13:37):
Into the stalks.
Speaker 1 (13:39):
We stuck to the open fields where the light was bright.
But every now and then I would catch Tommy or
Jenna looking toward the cornfield, as if they were waiting for.
Speaker 2 (13:48):
Something to emerge from its depths.
Speaker 1 (13:50):
Eventually, life went back to normal and the memory of
that day faded into the background. But even now, all
these years later, I can still remember that voice vividly.
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