“Perry!” I shouted over the wind. When I didn't hear anything, I tried again. “Perry, this isn't funny. Charlotte's freaking out. Come on, man. Get the fuck out here, or we'll leave without you.”


As I stepped further into the field, I kept an eye on the scarecrow. My mind was running on very little sleep and even less energy from the food I didn't eat, but I know what I saw outside that window upstairs.

I walked over to the barn, fully intent on looking for the gas can, when I heard it.


Pulling open the old, wooden door; there was a light overheard, that triggered when the door opened. Hay blanketed every inch, and there were more beams overheard than I could count, but I'd seen many barns before. They all looked the same, and they were all frightening.

The laughter sounded again – only this time, it wasn't inside. As I turned to leave, I let out a scream Then there was a unison of, “Jesus Christ,” and a hand knocking my sideways.

Charlotte stared at me, wide-eyed, her cheeks flushed. “Damnit, Parker! You scared the crap out of me. Did you find Perry?”

I glared at her. “I scared you? No, I haven't seen him. But I heard him laughing. Didn't you?” I pushed her back outside and into the darkness. “He's still here somewhere. Probably in the field. Come on.”

When she grabbed my hand, I let her. Again.

“It's just the wind,” she said, pressing her heels into the grass. She wasn't budging. “I don't want to go in there.”

I sighed and untangled our fingers. “Fine, stay here. But I'm going in there and I'm bringing Perry out. He's had his fun, now it's time to go.”

I didn't hear her scream, and by then it was too late.

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