The cornfields out west are so vast and dense they put a lighthouse up in the centre. We all assumed it was a joke - a sea of green as far as the eye can see, our farmers fancy themselves inland sailors, every bird is now a seagull etcetera etcetera.
Needless to say none of us had ever actually been nearer to the crops than the roads running past them and none of us felt like staying too close for some hindbrain reason we could never really understand. But as with all things and all common sense, there was an outlier.
Her name was Lorna and she was looking to win a fifty dollar bet that said she couldn't get to the lighthouse, write her name on it and come back with enough photo and video evidence to convince her friends. It seemed easy enough but danger rarely looks the part.
Approaching the fields she felt...watched though she knew she was the only human around for miles.
Crossing the boundary she felt colder which she assumed was due to the shade beneath the corn.
Stepping deeper inside she found it harder to breathe, the air felt heavy like river fog.
Five minutes in and she swore she heard footsteps nearby so she took out her phone and filmed.
Ten minutes further and she was fed up of tiptoeing so she could take a photo of the lighthouse and gather her bearings. She could so easily get lost in there - a thought that hadn't left her mind since she started out and seemed realer by the minute.
An hour later and the lighthouse looked no closer than when she'd first started.
Two hours later and her phone died.
Three days later she was found.
Needless to say none of us had ever actually been nearer to the crops than the roads running past them and none of us felt like staying too close for some hindbrain reason we could never really understand. But as with all things and all common sense, there was an outlier.
Her name was Lorna and she was looking to win a fifty dollar bet that said she couldn't get to the lighthouse, write her name on it and come back with enough photo and video evidence to convince her friends. It seemed easy enough but danger rarely looks the part.
Approaching the fields she felt...watched though she knew she was the only human around for miles.
Crossing the boundary she felt colder which she assumed was due to the shade beneath the corn.
Stepping deeper inside she found it harder to breathe, the air felt heavy like river fog.
Five minutes in and she swore she heard footsteps nearby so she took out her phone and filmed.
Ten minutes further and she was fed up of tiptoeing so she could take a photo of the lighthouse and gather her bearings. She could so easily get lost in there - a thought that hadn't left her mind since she started out and seemed realer by the minute.
An hour later and the lighthouse looked no closer than when she'd first started.
Two hours later and her phone died.
Three days later she was found.
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