Anika shoved her hand into the pocket of her jeans and pulled out a grocery receipt. She flipped it over and glanced at the address written on the backside. 346 Faith Lane.

The town center was desolate except for one woman who was carrying a bouquet of flowers. Anika approached her.

"Um, excuse me, ma'am. Can you tell me how to get to Faith Lane?" Anika asked nervously.

The woman smiled and said, "Just head three blocks north from here, it's on the right side of the street."

"Thank you," Anika said, smiling back.

"May I ask you why you're here? We don't get many visitors."

"I'm visiting my Aunt Augustina. I haven't seen her in over a year."

"Augustina Sanders?" the woman asked.

"Yes."

"Oh, I'm very good friends with her. You're lucky to have such a wonderful woman for an aunt. She's probably one of the smartest people that I've ever known," the woman said.

"I know; I admire her a lot."

The woman stretched her hand out to Anika and said, "My name is Rachel Colby. Let me know if you need anything during your stay. I live towards the entrance of the town; ask your aunt where it is."

"Thank you, I appreciate it. My name is Anika, by the way."

The woman smiled again and said, "Hopefully I'll see you again, Anika," as she walked away, flowers in hand.

Anika followed Mrs. Colby's directions and found herself standing in front of a narrow street, the corn stalks growing on the right side. 341….342….343…..344…..345…..346, Anika counted the address numbers until she found herself standing in front of a white house, her aunt's house. The house looked like it could use a new coat of paint and a few of the roof shingles were missing. The corn enclosed the right side of the house, leaving no room for a backyard or a garden.

Anika walked up the wooden steps and gently lifted the knocker, then allowed it to crash against the door.

No one answered.

She knocked again, harder, and received the same result. "Aunt Augustina? Are you home? It's Anika," she called.

The only sound was the breeze sailing through the seas of corn.

Anika rested her hand against the doorknob. Maybe I should just see if it's open, she thought. She gently twisted and opened the door. It was unlocked.

"Aunt Augustina?" She called.

Anika quietly shut the door behind herself. Maybe she just went to the store, she thought. Anika slowly began to walk through the entrance hall and into the living room. There were two patterned couches and a small TV set; Anika wanted to just relax for a while but the sound of her stomach growling lead her to the kitchen.

She decided to just make herself a sandwich, after all it wasn't her house and she didn't want to be rude. The ingredients were set on the counter, and Anika reached for a knife from the holder. The biggest one was missing. Anika began to slice up the lettuce when a chill ran down her spine. She shrugged it off.

Anika took the sandwich back into the living room and sat down upon one of the couches.

"I guess I should just watch some TV until she returns. Now where is the remote," she said to herself as she began searching the room for the remote.

It was nowhere to be found. Something felt wrong.

She stood up and began walking through the hallway. There was blood dripping out from underneath one of the doors.

"Oh my God, Oh my God," she whispered.

Anika opened the door.

Aunt Augustina was lying there with a butcher knife in her back.

'ALL THOSE WHO DEFILE THE CORN WILL BE KILLED' was written on the wall in blood.

She screamed as loud as she could.