Alison ran thief-like among the looming cornstalks waving in the cool October evening breeze. She was late for dinner. The school counselor had kept her, concerned with Alison’s fears of being followed by a malevolent entity. Alison had started the long walk home with a light heart, the smell of chimney smoke floating under her nose. Then she entered the cornfield. Footsteps soon filled her ears. Getting closer and louder. For a moment, relief. She entered a clearing. Where was the scarecrow? Alison panicked, her lungs close to bursting. The footsteps came closer. Then rough straw hands grabbed her neck.
Photo by Jesse Gardner