You suddenly find yourself somewhere new, somewhere unfamiliar, yet you have the feeling you know this place well. As if you've lived here your life. A new environment that is as familiar as if you were born and raised in this field and walls. You lie in a new bed. The walls are wooden, the candle faintly lighting the old fashioned bedroom. There's a horrific screech from outside. You peer out the window of old glass. The Cornfield dimly light by the Half Moon looming overhead. You reach for the shotgun case beneath the bed.