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Anonymous 07/26/13(Fri)04:22 No. 13088690 Replies: >>13088784 Surprised there aren't more stories about cornfields. There was this one- >Gillespie Cornfield outside of Perry. >Every halloween go on a long ride with my friends from high school to Gillespie Field. >There was a path through the corn wide enough for perhaps a tractor that lead to a large circle Not quite like, a crop circle, but it sure gave off that sort of vibe. >Be 17, Halloween 2010 >Lots of Mreen friends and Hunter friends this year >Friends of friends this year, huge ass f------ party We eventually had to start pulling the cars out of the circle because it was getting to be too crowded with six cars worth of people. >It's getting to be 2 in the morning >People starting to drift out, about 20 people left in all >"Hey Anon, come get some of this beer!" At age 17 you can imagine I was pretty thrilled to be allowed in on the older kids' games and all that, there was this super hot chick (Tina? Trina? I don't remember) who was all over me. Drunk as a fish in a whiskey barrel, but all over me. >Too shy to initiate anything, but I did get to see her boobs because she took her top off >Dwindled down to 10 or so people, me, 5 hunter friends, 3 Mreen friends, and two 'Civillians' not including me. >'Let's make a f-----' bonfiiiire' Ten minutes later there's a huge fire pit going and we're dancing around it pretending to be native americans doing a ritual, laughing and having a good-ass time. NBD, right? >Hush washes over everyone. We all got the same rush of sudden unease and anxiety. O Anonymous 07/26/13(Fri)04:34 No. 13088784 Replies: >>13088968 >>13088690 >>13088690 Cont'd. >Everybody freeze, more or less in the positions we'd been dancing in >Goofy as s--- but nobody dares to make a sound >Only sounds are the sounds of the giant fire in the pit >Standing around for almost a minute before somebody whispers, "What happened to all the crickets and s---?" >No wind, no crickets, no birds, no nothing. So we stopped dancing, thoroughly put off, and my buddy Joseph (A hunter) goes 'Guys, I'mma go get my rifle.' >Murmur of agreement, the other hunters break off to go with Joseph and grab their s--- (Mostly pistols and knives besides Jo) >Mreen buddies (Kate, Samuel, and Ed) sit down in what I can roughly describe as 'perimeter sort of a thing around me and the other no-training folks At this point we're too nervous and anxious to talk. We're barely breathing. There's not a noise, just the fire pit's crackling and a slight rustle in the corn and it's starting to get a little disconcerting. We sort of, stuck close together and kept wide worried eyes on the stalks. >Kate says 'Something's not right." >Mutual agreement, but nobody can put a finger on it >Ed sucks in a breath and everybody jumps a bit and looks over at him "If the wind is gone, what the f--- is making the cornstalks rustle?" >Swear to God I nearly p----- myself right the f--- there Anonymous 07/26/13(Fri)04:55 No. 13088968 Replies: >>13089111 >>13088784 We're all about five seconds and a sneeze away from needing a change of clothes when Jo comes back, white as a sheet, alone. Jo's pulling the bolt back on his rifle and sprinting back to the campfire circle. >Tosses his pistol to Ed >"Jo what the f--- happened, you look like you saw Sam's mom" >Jo sort of glares at Ed and then hisses 'Don't you f------ joke right now, there's something in the corn.' >U wot m8 >There's something IN THE CORN I'm not f------ around' Now see around there we're used to big dogs, large crows, even the occasional oversized cat, so everybody sort of gave Jo this slanty-eyed 'The f--- are you saying' sort of look like he's trying to freak everybody out more. We keep trying to get him to tell us where the others are, what happened to the other four he went off with >Says they "Stayed at the cars to 'protect them' " >Rustling in the corn, Jo immediately wheels and takes a shot >Right next to my f------ ear, Jo you cocksucker >Immediately feelings of fear and anxiety intensify. Some sort of low whimpering noise is coming out of the corn now. >Jo is jibbering like a f------ drunk, muttering incoherently >I'm about to take the rifle from him when I notice that he's got some sort of black slime smeared on his pant leg Then I nearly s--- myself again. Because what crawled out of the corn was not a dog, not in the strictest sense I guess. It was shambling sort of awkwardly, with what looked like a broken leg, maybe a dislocated shoulder. It looked like it had, at some point in time, been some sort of hound dog, a black or dark brown Bloodhound. There was chickenwire wound around it's neck like a noose and it was coated in flies. There was black sludge dripping from it's jowls and oozing out of a bullet hole near it's right eye, which was itself drooling that same black crap like tears. Jo lost his f------ mind at this point, Sam and I had to wrestle the rifle away from him. Anonymous 07/26/13(Fri)05:14 No. 13089111 Replies: >>13089172 >>13088968 No more greentext, it's hard for me to keep up. This s--- still gives me the shakes. It kept shambling out of the corn towards us, wheezing and spitting that black s--- onto the ground, the flies numerous enough that I could almost hear them buzzing from across the clearing. Jo is f------ losing his mind, collapsed on the ground and was trying to go fetal as me and my Mreen friends try to haul him away. The... 'Dog' just kept walking, and as it kept coming it dragged something else out of the corn behind it, attached to the chicken wire wound around it's neck. It took a second for me to piece it together in the light of the fire, but attached to the end of this morbid f------ umbilical cord was a beating heart. Like a bear-sized, still-bleeding, leaking heart, thumping away and leaking that black sludge s---. The flies were having a field day with it. The 'dog' had no eyes for us. It was staring directly at the fire, like it was memorized or something. It dragged itself off-kilter towards the fire, wheezing and spitting and sobbing, the heart beating excitedly on the chicken wire behind it. It's back legs were mangled and it sort of dragged itself along on it's front legs and one back leg. The f------ weird thing is, as it got closer to us, I swear to God I thought I could hear some sort of words every time the 'dog' wheezed and whimpered and cried. I didn't stick around to listen. Nobody else did, either. We grabbed Jo and f------ beat feet back to where the path to the cars was, making a wide berth around the 'dog' and it's cargo. Before I left, I had to watch. I'm pretty sure the others had the same feeling because they weren't very far ahead of me when the show was over. I stopped and watched as it dragged itself, heaving and coughing, closer to the fire. The flies didn't even veer away when it stuck it's head in the fire. >>13089111 It burned like someone had tossed a tire in there. It stunk something f------ fierce. I just had to watch, because the 'dog' didn't stop moving when it had been engulfed by the pit. The chickenwire kept moving, dragging the heart into the flames after the 'dog' until they were both gone, and the only way anybody could have known it was there was the trail of black sludge on the ground and the smell of burning rubber. We were halfway home when I finally looked over at Jo. There was something that had been bothering me since the thing had gotten close enough to us for me to really hear it. I asked Jo what it had said to him, because I was almost positive that was why he'd been so f------ freaked out. It'd been next to him in the corn and he'd heard it speaking to him. At first I thought maybe I was wrong, because he gave me this weirded-out glare and he wouldn't say anything. Then he took a deep breath, and he leaned over to me, and he whispered this sentence in my ear: "Come with me. I'll bring you home." And for a second I felt very cold. Because that was what I had heard, too. O Anonymous 07/26/13(Fri)05:41 No.13089250 >>13089172 What I think I saw that night was Beelzebub. I'm not a noob so I know that Beelzebub is not the devil', not in the actual rhetoric. He's the Lord of the Flies. I don't know why he appeared to us that night, what he wanted, or what brought him there. I don't even know if what we saw really was a demon. Maybe it was just something in the corn. There's lots of stuff in the corn nobody really wants to talk about. At any rate, I moved out of lowa, so I don't have to worry about the corn or what I saw. I should probably try to reconnect with my friends but I'm afraid. I'm afraid that I'll find out that Jo died in a fire, or slit his own wrists. Sometimes I have nightmares about it. And I think maybe Jo does too, which is why I'm afraid that I'll find he lit himself on fire. I keep a matchbook under my pillow because sometimes I kind of want to do it, just to see what it'd be like.

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Anonymous 07/26/13(Fri)04:22 No. 13088690 Replies: >>13088784 Surprised there aren't more stories about cornfields. There was this one- >Gillespie Cornfield outside of Perry. >Every halloween go on a long ride with my friends from high school to Gillespie Field. >There was a path through the corn wide enough for perhaps a tractor that lead to a large circle Not quite like, a crop circle, but it sure gave off that sort of vibe. >Be 17, Halloween 2010 >Lots of Mreen friends and Hunter friends this year >Friends of friends this year, huge ass f------ party We eventually had to start pulling the cars out of the circle because it was getting to be too crowded with six cars worth of people. >It's getting to be 2 in the morning >People starting to drift out, about 20 people left in all >"Hey Anon, come get some of this beer!" At age 17 you can imagine I was pretty thrilled to be allowed in on the older kids' games and all that, there was this super hot chick (Tina? Trina? I don't remember) who was all over me. Drunk as a fish in a whiskey barrel, but all over me. >Too shy to initiate anything, but I did get to see her boobs because she took her top off >Dwindled down to 10 or so people, me, 5 hunter friends, 3 Mreen friends, and two 'Civillians' not including me. >'Let's make a f-----' bonfiiiire' Ten minutes later there's a huge fire pit going and we're dancing around it pretending to be native americans doing a ritual, laughing and having a good-ass time. NBD, right? >Hush washes over everyone. We all got the same rush of sudden unease and anxiety. O Anonymous 07/26/13(Fri)04:34 No. 13088784 Replies: >>13088968 >>13088690 >>13088690 Cont'd. >Everybody freeze, more or less in the positions we'd been dancing in >Goofy as s--- but nobody dares to make a sound >Only sounds are the sounds of the giant fire in the pit >Standing around for almost a minute before somebody whispers, "What happened to all the crickets and s---?" >No wind, no crickets, no birds, no nothing. So we stopped dancing, thoroughly put off, and my buddy Joseph (A hunter) goes 'Guys, I'mma go get my rifle.' >Murmur of agreement, the other hunters break off to go with Joseph and grab their s--- (Mostly pistols and knives besides Jo) >Mreen buddies (Kate, Samuel, and Ed) sit down in what I can roughly describe as 'perimeter sort of a thing around me and the other no-training folks At this point we're too nervous and anxious to talk. We're barely breathing. There's not a noise, just the fire pit's crackling and a slight rustle in the corn and it's starting to get a little disconcerting. We sort of, stuck close together and kept wide worried eyes on the stalks. >Kate says 'Something's not right." >Mutual agreement, but nobody can put a finger on it >Ed sucks in a breath and everybody jumps a bit and looks over at him "If the wind is gone, what the f--- is making the cornstalks rustle?" >Swear to God I nearly p----- myself right the f--- there Anonymous 07/26/13(Fri)04:55 No. 13088968 Replies: >>13089111 >>13088784 We're all about five seconds and a sneeze away from needing a change of clothes when Jo comes back, white as a sheet, alone. Jo's pulling the bolt back on his rifle and sprinting back to the campfire circle. >Tosses his pistol to Ed >"Jo what the f--- happened, you look like you saw Sam's mom" >Jo sort of glares at Ed and then hisses 'Don't you f------ joke right now, there's something in the corn.' >U wot m8 >There's something IN THE CORN I'm not f------ around' Now see around there we're used to big dogs, large crows, even the occasional oversized cat, so everybody sort of gave Jo this slanty-eyed 'The f--- are you saying' sort of look like he's trying to freak everybody out more. We keep trying to get him to tell us where the others are, what happened to the other four he went off with >Says they "Stayed at the cars to 'protect them' " >Rustling in the corn, Jo immediately wheels and takes a shot >Right next to my f------ ear, Jo you cocksucker >Immediately feelings of fear and anxiety intensify. Some sort of low whimpering noise is coming out of the corn now. >Jo is jibbering like a f------ drunk, muttering incoherently >I'm about to take the rifle from him when I notice that he's got some sort of black slime smeared on his pant leg Then I nearly s--- myself again. Because what crawled out of the corn was not a dog, not in the strictest sense I guess. It was shambling sort of awkwardly, with what looked like a broken leg, maybe a dislocated shoulder. It looked like it had, at some point in time, been some sort of hound dog, a black or dark brown Bloodhound. There was chickenwire wound around it's neck like a noose and it was coated in flies. There was black sludge dripping from it's jowls and oozing out of a bullet hole near it's right eye, which was itself drooling that same black crap like tears. Jo lost his f------ mind at this point, Sam and I had to wrestle the rifle away from him. Anonymous 07/26/13(Fri)05:14 No. 13089111 Replies: >>13089172 >>13088968 No more greentext, it's hard for me to keep up. This s--- still gives me the shakes. It kept shambling out of the corn towards us, wheezing and spitting that black s--- onto the ground, the flies numerous enough that I could almost hear them buzzing from across the clearing. Jo is f------ losing his mind, collapsed on the ground and was trying to go fetal as me and my Mreen friends try to haul him away. The... 'Dog' just kept walking, and as it kept coming it dragged something else out of the corn behind it, attached to the chicken wire wound around it's neck. It took a second for me to piece it together in the light of the fire, but attached to the end of this morbid f------ umbilical cord was a beating heart. Like a bear-sized, still-bleeding, leaking heart, thumping away and leaking that black sludge s---. The flies were having a field day with it. The 'dog' had no eyes for us. It was staring directly at the fire, like it was memorized or something. It dragged itself off-kilter towards the fire, wheezing and spitting and sobbing, the heart beating excitedly on the chicken wire behind it. It's back legs were mangled and it sort of dragged itself along on it's front legs and one back leg. The f------ weird thing is, as it got closer to us, I swear to God I thought I could hear some sort of words every time the 'dog' wheezed and whimpered and cried. I didn't stick around to listen. Nobody else did, either. We grabbed Jo and f------ beat feet back to where the path to the cars was, making a wide berth around the 'dog' and it's cargo. Before I left, I had to watch. I'm pretty sure the others had the same feeling because they weren't very far ahead of me when the show was over. I stopped and watched as it dragged itself, heaving and coughing, closer to the fire. The flies didn't even veer away when it stuck it's head in the fire. >>13089111 It burned like someone had tossed a tire in there. It stunk something f------ fierce. I just had to watch, because the 'dog' didn't stop moving when it had been engulfed by the pit. The chickenwire kept moving, dragging the heart into the flames after the 'dog' until they were both gone, and the only way anybody could have known it was there was the trail of black sludge on the ground and the smell of burning rubber. We were halfway home when I finally looked over at Jo. There was something that had been bothering me since the thing had gotten close enough to us for me to really hear it. I asked Jo what it had said to him, because I was almost positive that was why he'd been so f------ freaked out. It'd been next to him in the corn and he'd heard it speaking to him. At first I thought maybe I was wrong, because he gave me this weirded-out glare and he wouldn't say anything. Then he took a deep breath, and he leaned over to me, and he whispered this sentence in my ear: "Come with me. I'll bring you home." And for a second I felt very cold. Because that was what I had heard, too. O Anonymous 07/26/13(Fri)05:41 No.13089250 >>13089172 What I think I saw that night was Beelzebub. I'm not a noob so I know that Beelzebub is not the devil', not in the actual rhetoric. He's the Lord of the Flies. I don't know why he appeared to us that night, what he wanted, or what brought him there. I don't even know if what we saw really was a demon. Maybe it was just something in the corn. There's lots of stuff in the corn nobody really wants to talk about. At any rate, I moved out of lowa, so I don't have to worry about the corn or what I saw. I should probably try to reconnect with my friends but I'm afraid. I'm afraid that I'll find out that Jo died in a fire, or slit his own wrists. Sometimes I have nightmares about it. And I think maybe Jo does too, which is why I'm afraid that I'll find he lit himself on fire. I keep a matchbook under my pillow because sometimes I kind of want to do it, just to see what it'd be like.

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