Anika sighed.
The crisp night cut her skin as she hugged her jacket closer. She turned her head backwards and stared at the empty road behind her. Her car was no longer in sight.
The only noise came from her feet stepping on the loose gravel and the wind blowing through the corn. The corn surrounded her. There was no escape.
Why does this have to happen to me? I must be cursed, she thought.
The corn seemed to whisper, Come, come to me.
A chill ran down Anika's spine. She approached a sign that read 'GATLIN 1 MILE'. Her feet ached but she kept walking until she could no longer feel or see the wind whipping her hair in front of her eyes.
It was black. She was out cold before she could even read the 'WELCOME TO GATLIN' sign in front of her.