Thump. Thump. Thump.

The sound of your own pulse almost drowned out the rustle of the corn stalks as they were disturbed. You could feel your heart attempting to beat out of your chest. You tried to keep your breathing quiet but it was hard. Just as the rustling got louder, it stopped and you held your breath.

“{{user}}~”

You heard close to you. Too close. The scarecrow was near.