AN: Another chapter :). There isn't really much to say right now. This story will move a bit fast since it's short though. Enjoy!
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In the small house in the middle of the dark cornfield, a woman lied awake in her bed next to her sleeping husband. Her eyes were wide and her ears were peeled, listening for any more of the strange noises that she'd been hearing when she woke up. She sat up and jostled the bed, causing her husband to grunt in annoyance and roll over in his sleep. Looking over her shoulder, the woman paused to see if he would wake up as well, but frowned when she saw him settle again. She shook her head at the heavy sleeper to her side and swung her legs around, brushing her red hair from the sides of her face as she laid her feet on the floor.
Quietly, the woman walked over to the large windowsill and looked at her and her husband's land. She squinted her eyes in an attempt to seek out anything that moved. Something brushed against one of her corn plants, and the woman gasped. The vegetation stilled, and she dropped her shoulders in defeat. Just as she was about to turn, the corn moved again. The woman gasped loudly and leaned over the sill, determined to see what was disturbing her beautiful field. She couldn't see anything else other than the rustling of plants, so she turned in a huff.
Frustrated, she walked back over to the bed and shook her husband's shoulder. He grunted again, lazily slapping her hand away and shuffling.
"Richard," the woman whisper-barked, "Richard, wake up!"
The now half-sleeping man rolled over to see his wife's face, frowning.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"There is someone in our field," the woman told him. Richard quickly got up, rushing over to the window and examining the land.
"What? Where?" he asked.
"I saw the plants moving as though someone were walking through them." The man by the window grimaced and turned to his wife.
"Did you see any faces?" he asked. The woman before him shook her head before looking away in thought.
"This is the last time…" she whispered.
"What's the last time?" Richard looked at his wife.
"This has gone on for too long," she continued, ignoring her husband.
"Kory, what's the matter?" he asked. Kory shook her head. Her anger was rising. Trespassers had been very common for Kory and Richard. Rival farmers stealing crop, obnoxious teenagers "using" their barn, these and many others are the kinds of people the couple had to put up with for quite a while.
Kory was paranoid about her cornfield. It was her prized possession, and it made her blood boil when she imagined someone disrupting it.
"If you're angry about the field, we'll just scare them off as usual," Richard shrugged. Kory looked at him menacingly.
"Not this time," she shot down. She walked back over to the window and looked out. She saw the direction of the moving plants and smirked. "They're heading for the barn," she said, knowing that the statement would anger her husband.
"What?" he hissed, peering at the dark land.
"We have to stop them," said Kory, the smirk still on her face. Richard tensed.
"What did you have in mind?" he asked. Kory looked at him with her smirk, her green eyes glowing fiendishly in the moonlight.
"Grab your gun."