I’m not sure that I’ve ever made the 8-mile trek between the family farm and my Worthington home with more fear than I had last night.
It all started innocently enough, I suppose.
I’d received a call from my mom after working late at the office. With four of their grandkids at the farm, she invited me to drive out to make s’mores with the kids.
As the kids were getting the bonfire going, I suggested we share stories about Bigfoot.
Again, innocent enough, I figured.
But then Nephew Blake had to go and tell a “true story” he’d seen on the paranormal channel. I had no idea there was such a channel on TV, but that’s beside the point.
I was trying not to listen too intently for fear I’d be scared to drive home. He mentioned something about a group of kids getting chased by a girl in a white gown – a ghost who haunts the Hollywood sign out in California.
After the story, the kids decided they were too scared to play Ghost in the Graveyard, and the boys couldn’t get to the house fast enough. I convinced Niece Jessie to stay outside and help me get water to douse the flames of the bonfire. I didn’t need help … I just didn’t want to be outside all by myself.
It took even more to convince her to walk out to the barn with me to shut the barn door that one of the kids left open.
She agreed, but only if we linked arms and moved quickly. We did, and it should be no surprise that it was me who had to reach for the door and hook it shut.
On the way back to the house, Jessie admitted she was afraid there was a girl in a white gown hiding in the barn.
Oh for goodness sake, she didn’t need to tell me that!
Now, I should mention that before the paranormal story, Nephew Zach had been hiding in the corn field and trying to freak out his cousin and sisters with intermittent bursts of light from his flashlight. There may have been some snort-like sounds associated with it as well – I assume he was trying to sound like Bigfoot.
Meanwhile, Jessie was chanting something about the Children of the Corn.
Now, I have not seen the movie, Children of the Corn – I know better than to watch what some consider the scariest movie ever made.
I was kind of laughing at the time, thinking these nieces and nephews would be scared to go to bed after a night of frights. Then, it came time for me to drive home … by myself.
Do you realize how many corn fields fill the space in an 8-mile stretch of country roads?
All the while I’m driving, I hear Jessie’s voice in my head … “Children of the Corn, Children of the Corn,” mixed with Blake’s voice, “Watch out for the girl in the white gown!”
My overactive imagination envisioned children in the corn and ghosts in white gowns and I couldn’t seem to get to the lighted city streets of Worthington fast enough.
Oh, I obeyed the speed limit, but rest assured, I did not slow down a whole lot for the curves around Hawkinson Bridge. The stop sign at the new highway was the worst. I thought the Children of the Corn were going to open my car doors.
Needless to say, I didn’t feel really, truly safe until I got inside my house and locked the doors. Then, there was the issue of blocking out thoughts of Children of the Corn.
After reading a few chapters of a romance novel, my eyes were tired and I’d almost forgotten about the scary events that transpired in the black of night down at the farm.
I sure hope the kids don’t plan to share more ghost stories for a while. Next time, I just might require one of them to accompany me home to keep me safe from my overactive imagination!