See?

I wasn’t kidding. Since I had my camera with me the other day I thought I’d show you just how creepy the cornfield next to where I grew up truly is.

This is it in its dormant state. The only time it’s less weird feeling is when it’s completely enshrouded in snow. Still, it was plenty bad enough.

Soon, the farmer that rents the field will be plowing this under and sowing new corn, another layer of creepiness added to all the rest.

Perhaps I’ll come back and get you a photo of it in all its green eeriness. But only up until it’s waist-high. Once it passes that there’s no way I’m going anywhere near it until after it’s harvested.

There are many, many, many ways to end a life but mine will not cease due to the corn. Not this field anyway.