The day was coming to an end when Mr. Jenkins decided to call it a day

He was feeling pretty gloomy and tired after working the fields all day long. Mr. Jenkins had been combining one of his cornfields since early this morning. He parked his Combine tractor in one of his sheds and then started walking toward his farmhouse for a long nights rest. He had much more work to do in the morning. He was about fifty yards from his house when he heard a sudden scream for help. The screaming was in the direction of one of his cornfields that was not picked yet, it was pitch black by now so he ran to a near by tool shop where he kept a flashlight.

Click, click, click the flashlight would not turn on. He was beginning to become quite scared he fumbled around looking for batteries in a cupboard, still no luck. After hearing another cry for help he realized he should try and help right away. He just started running, heading in the direction the noise was coming from. He was now in a cornfield; he jogged carefully through the rows of corn towards the screaming he started slowing his pace down after realizing he was getting pretty close to the commotion. Then it hit him he heard that voice before. Again another scream another, another; Mr. Jenkins was frightened he could not figure out where he has heard that voice before. Suddenly he saw someone or something run across 10 yards in front of him he thought it was a person, but wasn’t sure. Mr. Jenkins started chasing the mysterious figure he followed the bent rows of corn and all the rustling noises of the bending corn stalks. He was hot on the trail of this mysterious thing. Mr. Jenkins was running, running, running. And all in one moment nothing. No noises no shadowy figure nothing, he was on the trail one moment of something and the next moment he was all alone in the cornfield…. or at least he thought.

Mr. J was very very confused and frightened and he realized all at once that he was lost in the middle of a square mile cornfield not knowing where the heck he came in from. He began looking for corn stalks that were rippled or bent to try to find the pathway he came in from but all he found was something gruesome, a dead body lying at his feet!

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Steve Hoffman