Children of The Corn (self-insert) to fix the wrongs...
Okay what am I doing... I've arrived here in Gatlin. I'm staying at the Bed & Breakfast. I know what may happen with Micah, whose mortal coil eventually gets over-taken by "the corn". But suprisingly, I find myself afraid to step in and stop it all.
I've unpacked my belongings and am on the second floor room. Dark is falling and I am trying to overcome my fear of changing the future.
Pacing back and forth and watching the window with fierce intensity, I finally notice a single flashlight in the cornfields. Someone is making their way through and shouting out.
After too many minutes of mentally scolding my cowardice, I make my way downstairs quietly and out the front door.
It's freezing... so I go back inside and grab my jacket and realize that I need to also grab my flashlight.
After grabbing the flashlight, I go to the front door once more and breathe in...
"Okay...I can do this..." I whisper before opening the door.
I open the door and step out into the cold air of the night. The wind blows through the corn fields incessantly.
With newfound courage, I walk into the cornfield with my flashlight screaming, "Micah!"
Adrenaline running through me, I turn around expecting any noise to be him... or something evil.
"MICAH!" I scream again.
"WHAT?!" He yells in a suprised way and comes towards me from the fields.
I wasn't sure, by looking at him, if he'd already been transfixed or not. Decidedly, I figured this was a dangerous situation. So I got nervous and dumbfoundedly asked him, "Is there any alcohol around here?"
He blinked his black eyes at me in suprise.
"Maybe..." He said.
When I stood there just shining my flashlight around in silence, he continued, "Follow me..."
He began to walk in a zombie-like manner towards a gazebo behind the hotel. Not sure if the zombie-like manner was in my head or if I wanted it to be that way so that I could say that for that moment, I knew for sure that he was not himself.
So I followed him at a distance. When he arrived at the gazebo, he put his flashlight down and began to search beneath a white wooden bench. I breathed a nervous breath and forced myself to say, "Micah, do you feel strange right now?" I laugh nervously when he doesn't respond, "I mean, like something inside you is burning maybe?"
He stopped what he was doing and turned to stare at me.
"Yes." He said in the most lustful manner that could ever be conceived of.
I saw his eyes and immediately realized that I had given the wrong impression, "I... I mean, do you feel strange like you're not who you really are?" I spurted out nervously, anticipating his answer and studying his eyes.