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[nechronica]

[florescentlcvesickness]

[doodlindraws]

‘The children say they saw it in the field again. They claim it knows their names.’

[mountain-spirits-deactivated202]

it waits for you

[appropriate-as-always]

Autumn is here, folks, and your local Iowan is here to remind you of the basic principles of Corn Maze Safety:

Make sure you go with a partner! You don’t want to be alone and lost in the maze!

Take a map! You may want to try navigate on your own, but it’s best to keep a guide handy in case you lose your way!

Bring a water bottle with a sealed top! It will keep you hydrated, and the closed top will stop any water from spilling on the thirsty corn. Remember, thirsty corn is docile corn!

Wear long sleeves! Although dead leaves aren’t quite as sharp as green leaves, they can still cut you. And they will, if you give them the chance.

If a stalk does draw blood, spill some water from your bottle on the ground near its roots and move on. Hopefully, the water will quench its thirst long enough for you to escape.

Be careful what you eat before you go into the maze! Avoid cornstarch, corn syrup, and all corn products. The corn can smell itself in your blood.

Remember, scarecrows are there for YOUR protection. As long as the corn thinks you’re with others, it won’t make any sudden moves.

If you see a scarecrow wave, wave back. It gets lonely, and you will too if you’re not kind.

If you are alone in a cornfield, pretend you’re talking to a friend! The plants have ears, but no eyes, and they are easily fooled. Get out before they catch wise!

The breeze is lying to you; don’t listen to it. It cannot lead you home.

If you’re lost, look to the sun for directions, not the shadows. The shadows like to watch you struggle.

Never, ever walk off the provided paths! The paths are safe routes carefully created by the farmer. If you leave the path, you may never see it again.

Keep an eye on the time while wandering! You don’t want to be in a cornfield after dark. You really don’t.

In a pinch, many people try praying to the Harvest God for assistance. This is often a poor choice; you’re just as likely to be harvested as you are to be helped.

If you see a single green corn stalk among the brown, turn around. You don’t want to know how it keeps itself warm in the cold.

Remember, Corn Mazes can be fun autumnal activities if you’re careful! Just follow these simple rules and you’ll almost certainly make it home.

[sosuperawesome]

Feefal on Instagram / Tumblr

[sosuperawesome]

Feefal on Instagram / Tumblr

[bewaretheblackdog]

a guide to exploring an abandoned farm

be sure to arrive after 8:00 AM and be gone before 10:00 PM. that’s when it sleeps. 

these cows have lived here long before you were born, and they will stay long after you’re gone. you are a guest here. they understand more about these lands than you ever will, so when they run, you should do the same. 

be careful with the sheep. you cannot put the same trust in them as you would the cows, for there are wolves hidden among them. 

there used to be gods in this cornfield. they’ve since vacated, but should you ask them a question politely enough, you might get an echo of an answer in return. don’t bother with the wheat field- whatever lives between those stalks isn’t as kind and does not leave so easily.

the barn door is a mouth; there are teeth concealed in those rosy wooden frames. the voice calling you inside is not a friend. do not listen to them. 

DO NOT ENTER THE WHITE METAL SHED.

if you blink only to open your eyes in a silo, do not struggle. the grain will just swallow you faster.

avoid the yellow patch of grass in front of the farmhouse door. take good care not to step on it. it will show you dead things, ancient things, things you were never meant to see. you won’t come back the same. 

you went into the shed, didn’t you?

the crows will try to speak to you in a language long-dead. just nod respectfully, and hope their desperate calls aren’t warnings. 

keep the scarecrow in your eye-line at all times, for it will move behind your back. don’t give it the opportunity to creep up on you. you won’t like what happens when it catches you. 

do you remember where you are? who you are? can you hear me?

[ex0skeletal-undead]

Giant Skeletons by Jocelin Carmes

This artist on Instagram

[existential-cryptid]

“oh hello, fancy meeting you in my neck of the woods. come here often?”

[existential-cryptid]

driving down a road, in a place you have no business being. construction has rerouted you into land that you weren't destined to set foot on.

rounding a curve on an unpaved road, you try to stamp on the brakes. it's too late.

the visitor had been standing there, staring into you. waiting for your arrival. were you not paying enough attention to see the deer in the road?

the edges blur, all you know is the deer was there and now it's in a shallow grave in the ditch. you were paying attention, it wasn't there a moment ago. but it was so still. so suddenly there.

you startle awake, yet again. the deer was haunting you, it is angry. the nightmares have been persistent for two weeks now. the darting shadows as you drive down a dark road seeming to intensify in that area.

they know. you cannot be forgiven.

[existential-cryptid]

as you drive to your final destination for the day, you pass a crossroads. there is a hitchhiker posted next to the stop sign.

they approach your window. had it been brighter, had there been more people in the car, you might've picked them up. it is far too late and too lonely in your car, so you shake your head and begin to accelerate.

they seem to keep pace with your car, running alongside it until you reach 35.

you pull up to the next stop sign, and try not to look. there's a hitchhiker there. staring at you, but they seem longer than before. taller, lanky. you begin to accelerate.

they keep pace with you, for miles they run next to you car, eyes unblinking.

close your eyes, just for a moment. they've gone. you're back at the first crossroads, and nothing remains but the feeling of someone watching from a distance. just a trace, like a memory

[ousia-poetica]

The fantasy of the human being is infinite, enjoy the piece that you get.  By Key Monster

[existential-cryptid]

Camping Up North

You find your way to the posted road on the map, the campsite is tucked back in the woods. You've been inching down this road for half an hour, loose gravel with sharp curves. You wonder, who decided on the 55mph speed limit with these turns. With these trees.

As you make your way down the driveway, you find the sun setting, the shadows crawling inward. You notice the fog already setting in. It's still gravel, how long have you been on the driveway.

A sign is posted, "Pay fees here". There is a box attached. You try to leave a $20 bill but it keeps reappearing in your wallet. It requires something else as a payment. You are confused, and can no longer remember your name.

You work in the light of your cars' highbeams to set up your tent. It is half formed, but it will have to do. You should've left earlier. It is too late to be stumbling around in the dark. The sun sets earlier this time of year.

You will have to make do with the surrounding blankets to keep you warm, there is no firewood here. There's nothing to separate you from the prey that lives here.

It's colder now, you start to shiver. The cold will not leave your bones.

Try to fall asleep early. It will do you no good if they realize you're awake when they hunt. They smell fear.

It is so cold. Have you ever been this cold before? You cannot recall. The thin layer of ice is seeping into your soul.

Can you make it to the car? You lay there, paralyzed by the footsteps outside of your tent. Could you make it there without alerting your guest, before it caught up with you?

You have forgotten the feeling of warmth. You are shivering. Try not to shake the tent too much.

The sun is beginning to rise again, wait until it crests the hillstops before you begin to move again. Then you can be sure.

[existential-cryptid]

the same boy comes in to the gas station every night. every time you see him, you think he looks worse but you can't tell how.

every night, you talk to him. you've found out that he's seventeen, his name is something like Dan, and he lives nearby.

when you speak to him, it makes sense. He makes sense. you can clearly remember the details of his eyes, how his nose is crooked. However, when you try to recall his face during the day, it's more of a silhouette. fuzzy and out of focus.

when you try to ask your coworkers about the boy, it feels like someone is holding your vocal chords in their hand. they don't know him, they won't know him.

the boy is back tonight, he looks worse. his skin is tight against his bones, bunching around the joints. when you greet him, he doesn't look at your face. his gaze falls on your arms.

he grins at you, and you wonder if his teeth were always so red.

[banquetofthestarved]

[kayleerowena]

haunted house roundup!!

[ffoart]

Three very quick ones so I put them in one post. 1. Catching an idea 2. In the deep 3. Toxic * The fist collage is based on “Portrait of Mary Hill, Lady Killigrew” (1638) by Sir Anthony Van Dyck The second one is “Still life with tulips and hyacinth” (1715) by Coenraet Roepel