Creepypastas

Corn Field

I saw it. I saw it every night I tell you! I'm not crazy! Every night... It's just as I told the doctors, though they don't believe me... You don't believe me either do you? What do you mean you want to hear it? They haven't told you? Doesn't matter, you won't believe me anyway. No one ever does. But I guess I'll tell you anyway. I guess it doesn't really matter at this point does it? I'm still stuck here. In this vest... Fine.

It happened every night since the beginning of the harvest season, out in the corn field. I used to own a farm, on the outskirts of this small town. Heck I was the main supplier of grain around here. I lived up there with my wife and my two fair sons. They really helped a lot when it came to the manual labor. Though they couldn't do anything about those crows. The damn things destroyed my crops with a purpose. It was their reason for living, or at least so it seemed. For some reason our town received a biblical plague of the damn things. They were everywhere. There wasn't much I could do... There wasn't much grain being produced and the bit that I managed was barely enough to get our family by.

I was getting frantic, nothing seemed to work. I tried everything that I could think of. I tried a spray that was supposed to keep crows away. That didn't work. I tried to poison some of the crops, hoping beyond belief to possibly kill some of the bastards... But that didn't work either... Sure some of them died, but before it could kill more than five of them, they figured out which of my crop I had tampered with. I tried many other things but I tell you nothing worked... Those things were there to stay.

I became desperate, and I know you already think that I'm crazy, and I don't blame you, but I tell you that what I did was indeed odd. I made a scarecrow... I made a board with a hook on the end, and there I stuck it, right in my field. I kid you not... The next day, over night, the crows were gone. They left the entire town. Oh so you have heard of the crows? Good! Well after the crows left I decided to keep it up, in case they came back, but they didn't, instead, stranger things happened.  During a restless night I looked out of my bed room window, it had a wonderful view of the field. And that night I saw the scarecrow, take itself off of the hook, and walk out of the field... I fell back asleep, believing this was another strange dream, and wrote the experience off as a trick of my mind. When I woke back up, I looked outside and saw that the scarecrow was there on the hook. Later that day, during the usual chores for the day, I walked over to the scarecrow to examine it. There was nothing wrong with it in itself. But at the feet of the thing there liyed something I had never expected. Bones of dead animals, rabbits, and fox's; Things of that sort...

A few more nights go by, every night the scarecrow did the same thing night after night. It would go out of the field, and return about ten minutes later. Back then we couldn't record anything, didn't really have digital cameras. And my wife could never stay awake long enough to see it, I couldn't even wake her up when it did happen. And every morning there would be animal bones at it's feet. No one believed me. Ever. But it didn't really seem to do any harm, if anything I was amazed. After a while I realized I didn't want anyone else to know this amazing thing. And again it never did any real harm. Or so I thought.

One morning... I found human bones... I knew something was wrong. I called the cops, but they couldn't identify the body. It was only a pile of bones, the marrow had been sucked out through holes in the bones. Scrap marks covered each of the broken bone. The police confirmed that there had been a few disappearances, and that it could have been one of them. They took the bones and examined the area. However they couldn't find anything. I didn't tell them about the scarecrow.

Sometime after lunch that same day, my fears were manifested. One of my sons went missing. My other son said he went out to the field to play... I left my home in a hurry, looking for him. I called the cops... It wasn't until the later hours of the night that I finally found him. There wasn't much light left... I found him hung up where the scarecrow should have been. The hook was protruding from his chest. He hadn't been there when I had began my search, so I was unsure when exactly this happened. I knew the cops were on there way, but I knew they wouldn't arrive in time. I rushed back to the house... And saw my wife and other son, dead. Their necks broken. The scarecrow stood beside them. I turned around for just a moment to grab the shotgun from behind the door, but when I turned back around... It was gone.

By the time the police had finally arrived, it was back on it's board, my first son lying under it. They didn't believe me when I said it was the scarecrow, they called me crazy... And they put me in here...

I think you may be one of those brain doctors they keep sending to me. They already warned you that I was crazy, but I'm not. They think I killed them. I didn't! Why would I! Please you have to do what I say. I don't care if you believe me, I've already excepted that everyone will think that I'm crazy, but... It's still up there, in the field. Still sitting there, watching, waiting. I think it wants to save me for last. It made them think I was crazy, but it's slowly picking us off! It wanted to keep me safe in here, it's creator, saving me for last. But you have to do this, what I am asking you. I want you to go up there in the morning... And burn it, you have to! I wonder just how many bones it has accumulated, since it has been left unchecked for so long. Decades. But I'll tell you, you must have noticed it, every now and then a new missing poster goes up... None have been found, and I can garentee those are their bones up there. It has something against this town... Someone has to stop it...

Wait! Where are you going!? You didn't listen to a word I said did you? You're not going to kill it, well this town will regret it... None ever listen, and for that, it still sits up there, waiting... Waiting to have this place all to itself... I think it's greedy like that. More human than I thought. It just wants what it's best at. To scare everything away. And if they don't listen... It removes them. But why do I even bother. None of you listen. And I guess none of you ever will... I guess it's right...