I was walking around with my friend in North Carolina,
during the summer of 2002. We had her cousins with us and
we had been walking on her farm. The dog, Smokey, was with
us. He loved to follow her and I around anywhere even if it
was someplace dark and creepy. He was afraid of nothing. We
were encouraged as we walked closer and closer to the far
off corn field that her family cropped every fall. Jonah
thought up a game. We would all play hide and go seek in
the corn field. What a fun game we thought!
Smokey pranced
in after my friend, Sam, and I walked on towards the far
side of the corn field. Emma and Jonah, her cousins, were
walking behind us and we advanced towards the middle of the
corn field. We walked in and then we all took off in
different directions. Smokey followed Sam, I ran to the
back near the forest that divided the farm and the
cornfield. Jonah and Emma stuck together and followed the
corn paths at a slow pace. I was trying to keep away from
them, more like Sam. I was running at top speed most of the
time and I was getting tired. I thought I saw Smokey and
turned and went the other way to avoid Sam. Eventually
though we found each other. We began walking and looking
for Emma and Jonah. Neither of us had seen them running or
walking around in the field. Smokey had left Sam, she told
me a little while ago. She turned away as we split up to go
and find them. Then we heard Emma scream. Chills went up
both our spines. We dashed towards the direction we had
heard it from. It was toward the opening. Suddenly, Sam
stopped running. I looked at her expectantly. "What?" I
asked her. She stood there gazing into the corn rows around
us, then shrugged. "I thought I heard something," she
muttered. We kept going and then I heard something. It was
like paws hitting the ground at a pace that matched ours.
She stopped again. "There is something following us..." her
body had gone straight as she began to jump up and down
looking for Smokey. She called out his name twice, but we
never saw him and the corn rows were still. Not a single
corn stalk was moving. I turned and looked around, it
seemed like something was breathing all around us. Sam
shivered and looked around then told me quietly to come on.
We ran forwards and we could hear the breathing behind us.
Those eerie foot falls were coming again behind us. I
tripped and she skidded around and looked at me to make
sure I was okay. I was scared by then. We ran out of the
corn field heaving harshly. Sam gasped, I looked up and saw
Emma, Jonah and Smokey on the old house's porch. We walked
forwards cautiously. "How long were you out here on the
porch?", Sam asked them. "We came out about 1 minute after
you guys went to the middle and we got scared and sat on
the porch waiting for you guys to come out." Emma
smiled. "What, did you hear something?" Sam muttered yes
then looked down at Smokey. I crossed my arms. "When did
Smokey come out?", not long after they had come out, they
had told us carelessly. Emma said no one screamed when we
asked her about it. Jonah nodded apprehensively, he was
always a little quiet. Jonah smiled and quietly murmured
Smokey never went in after he had first come out. And had
been sitting out here with them for the past 15 minutes.
Emma's dad walked out and we silently decided it was best
not to tell them about the noises in the corn field.
We
didn't go back in for a while; Sam went in a little ways at
night then quickly ran out. We haven't gone in since, and I
don't intend to.
Thanx for reading. This is, by the way, a true
story.
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