We we're in the car heading home from visiting our grandparents. We've been on the road for 8 hours, We're all irritated with numb butts. We're going the back way, because the main road was closed. We're on a dirt road. I looked out the window watching the 15mph winds shuffle the corn stocks while My father Phil. is trying to set the location on the GPS but it's corrupted.
My mother Ashely yelling "This stupid piece of shit GPS". She grabs the GPS and throws it out the window. The screaming has woken up my brother. He looked confused, Billy said "Are we home yet"? My Dad said " No, not even close. We heard a big boom. Ashely said " Is that from the tires?" Dad pulled the car over slowly to the side of the road.
My brother Billy said "hurry up father my phone is about to die! ugh, I have to text my girlfriend". Dad grabs the phone out of billys hands and tried to call someone to pick us up, The phone died right as the person picked up.
After the phone died, Phil went to go look at the tires, he saw a knife Stuck into the tire. We seen the cornfield starting moving again. Then someone or something threw a knife at the car again. My dad started screaming "Get out Now! Get the fuck out of the car".
Billy now!
Billy said "the seat buckle is stuck"
(in a scared voice)
I ran fast as I could an got the knife out of the tire and started cutting the seat buckle. Something jumped on the car. I couldn't see what it was, I only saw some type of bag over its head. Like something that a scarecrow would have over the head.
Ashley yelled, Run!!!! We all ran into the cornfield to hind from whatever that thing was.
My hands are shaking, I clench my mouth to calm my shaking lips.
Billy ran away from us far into the cornfield, no one has been able to find him...until.....
