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My mom for Halloween, put me in a corn maze she just installed to the farm. I was very skeptical, what if the corn maze was my corn grave? I went inside. Left. Right. Right. Right. Left. Right. Left. Left. Left. Dead end. I turned around. Another dead end. Clockwise? Dead end. Counter clockwise? Dead. End. I walked through the corn. It was the number one thing not to do in corn mazes. I was greeted with a scarecrow with all the normal looks. I don’t know why I was skeptical.
The scarecrow made me remember my deathly fear of them. I always thought that they would use their sickle to decapitate me. Suddenly, the scarecrow moved and started running after me with it’s sickle. I was terrified, petrified, chilled, shaky. I ran as fast as I could. I found my way out, it was still following me. I got in the car and drove away. The Scarecrow walked back in. I could hear a whisper that traveled to me. “When you get home, check the closet.
