The Scarecrow Walks At Midnight (1994) - Plot & Excerpts
The bright moon bathed us in white light. The tall cornstalks shivered in a light breeze. Mark looked so much like a scarecrow, it was scary. Tufts of straw stuck out at his neck and the cuffs of his coat. The enormous old coat hung loosely over his shoulders and came down nearly to his knees. We stepped into the field. Our sneakers crunched over the dry ground as we edged through a narrow row. The cornstalks rose above our heads. The breeze made them lean over us, as if trying to close us in. I let out a gasp as I heard a rustling sound along the ground. Footsteps? Mark and I both froze. And listened. The tall stalks bent low as the wind picked up. They made an eerie creaking sound as they moved. The ripe corn sheaths bobbed heavily. Creeeeak. Creeeeak. The stalks shifted back and forth. Then we heard the rustling again. A soft brushing sound. Very nearby. “Ow. Let go!” Mark whispered. I suddenly realized I was still gripping his arm, squeezing it tightly. I let go. And listened. “Do you hear it?”
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