Alison slipped the cock into her mouth and sucked it like a popsicle. A familiar tremble ran through Darrell’s hips as her soft hand stroked his shaft. He already felt so hard between her lips, and she could feel the warmth as his hardon continued to grow. Her tongue swirled around the head, teasing and covering it in spit. Then she opened wide and sucked him all the way in.
Darrell groaned, leaning back against the small wooden shack they were hiding behind as she devoured his cock.
“Ohhh, Mrs. L… you’re still the fuckin’ best…”
She popped his cock out of her mouth and looked up at him licking her lips. “You watch your mouth, young man!”
He glanced down, clearly confused if she was being serious at first. Alison smiled up at him coyly. He had smooth even features and a youthful energy behind his blue eyes.
“Actually,” she purred, “watch mine…”
Alison slipped her soft wet tongue all the way up his shaft, base to tip. A glittering bead of precum leaked from that tip and she lapped it up, letting out a hungry moan as she did.
“Yes, ma’am,” Darrel sighed, running a hand through his light brown as she went back to work.
Alison flipped and rolled her tongue all around his hard young rod. Then she pushed down, gently gagging herself. He flinched in her mouth when she moaned around his shaft and slurped all the way down its rigid length. Wrapping her lips and sucking tight, she began to bob up and down quickly, eagerly, the heat of his erection flushing through her cheeks.
Her heart thumped between her breasts. She’d forgotten how delicious Darrell’s cock was. Well, not forgotten exactly, it’s just that he was so much bigger and got so much harder than her husband, and she’d kind of gotten used to Frank again after Darrell had left for college.
“Ohhh, shit,” he moaned and slid his fingers into her silky blonde hair.
Alison immediately grabbed his arm with her free hand. She pulled back from his dick but made sure to keep stroking.
“Not the hair,” she said sternly. “Can’t go back out there looking like I just let the superstar quarterback face-fuck me behind the apple shed, now can I?”
“Oh, right,” he mumbled dumbly, “my bad…”
“Oh no, you’re very good,” she hummed, sliding her tongue over his cock. “Just relax and let momma take care of you.”
He didn’t have to be told twice, leaning back and tucking his hands behind his head.
Alison swallowed him deeply right away, gagged again and started drooling around his shaft. The sharp tang of his precum sent a rush through her chest. An eager warmth spread between her legs. She gathered up her thick locks, holding them back from her face as she began bobbing up and down, faster now.
Above her, Darrell’s breathing sped up. It’d been so long since she’d had him in her mouth, even Alison was a bit surprised how good it felt, and she sucked him tight and eager, like she was starving for it.
Alison knew exactly how to work his shaft, lips wrapped tight, sucking hard. It didn’t take long for her tongue to find that sensitive spot just below the head. Darrell’s hips tensed immediately and his cock twitched and swelled between her lips.
Excitement and a sense of satisfaction rolled through Alison as he spurt a hot slippery load down her throat. She gulped and kept stroking, milking the young man for every drop. As soon as his knees sagged, she pulled away and stood up.
“That was quick,” Alison grinned, demurely wiping the corners of her mouth. “I’m not sure that pretty young thing is treating you right.”
“She doesn’t do that…not like you, Mrs. L.”
“I know.”
Darrel was slumped against the wooden shack, breathing hard and looking at her with glassy eyes. Alison was wearing a salmon-colored sweater with gray leggings, both of which were snug enough to put her curves on display. She enjoyed watching the younger man’s gaze crawl down her voluptuous figure.
She leaned in to give him a kiss on the cheek.
Darrel grabbed for her around waist, pulled her close and slid his hands down onto her ass. His firm grip over the thin leggings sent a charge through her round cheeks that raced up her back.
“Hey! Wait…”
“Can I come by later, take care of you?”
Alison gulped. She couldn’t help but think about how hard his hot young rod would get inside her.
“I don’t think that’d be a good idea,” she said uncertainly, pushing his hands away. “We both better get back, you don’t want keep that girl you brought home waiting too long, she’s probably looking for you already.”
Alison turned away, trying stifle a giddy smile and found someone standing there behind them, reaching out to grab her! A white flash of panic surged through Alison’s chest and she shrieked in fright, flinging herself backwards into Darrell’s arms.
He caught her. “Whoa! What is it?”
Alison huffed, heart pounding as she looked up at the looming shadowy figure.
It was just scarecrow. Arms outstretched to hang on a pair of crossed sticks to hold it upright. It was wearing a flannel shirt and battered blue overalls, with straw stuffing sprouting at the seams. It’s featureless cloth face seemed to be staring at them, under a wide brimmed straw hat. With the sun setting behind it, the stuffed figure seemed more than a little sinister.
“Has that thing been there the entire time,” Alison asked, wilting into Darrell’s strong arms.
“The scarecrow?” he chuckled, squeezing her tight. “I don’t think it walked over here while we were…” He moved his hands to her chest, cupping her breasts over the snug pinkish sweater. “…y’know.”
Alison tensed. Anxiety crawled through her chest and her nipples tightened. She pushed his hands away. Her nerves were still on edge from being startled, besides, she’d already proven her point.
“We have to get back,” she said again, stepping away and regaining her composure.
“Yeah, I guess so,” Darrel sighed.
Alison gave him that kiss on the cheek now, but didn’t say anymore. She turned and headed back across the field to find Frank and the kids. She felt a slight pang of guilt, having promised herself she would stop this affair after Darrell had left for college.
…But then he’d shown up here at the pumpkin patch with that little bimbo, and her perky little tits, and long skinny legs, and…well, Alison couldn’t help herself; catching him alone to pull him behind one of the storage sheds, and remind him why she was better than any prissy co-ed he might bring home.
She glanced back once to make sure Darrel was looking at her ass as she walked away. He was…but she didn’t really notice. Instead that creepy scarecrow caught her attention again. It looked like it had turned to keep watching her.
A cold, eerie sense crept up her spine, and Alison turned back, trying not to look like she was hurrying back to the crowds.
It was a cool autumn afternoon at Conroy’s Pumpkin Patch, and the sun was already dipping towards the horizon. The air was heavy with corn dust and filled with the laughter of children. The shrill reminder that it was time to get back to being “mom”…even though her lips and mouth still tasted like cum.
Alison stopped at the concession stand and ordered a hot apple cider. A white haired old lady smiled and took her money, then handed her a small Styrofoam cup. Alison inhaled the spicy smells and they sent sweet warm feelings through her head. The steaming liquid was sweet and mulled and washed the taste of her indiscretion away.
Cut straw crunched under her tan leather boots as she meandered about looking for her family.
Suddenly a pair of hands grabbed her ass and squeezed tight. A charged rushed up her back and she resisted the urge to jump but let out a startled squeak.
“Frank!” she snipped, turning on her husband. “I have a drink here.”
“Oops, sorry,” he said and took the cup out of her hand. “But you know when I see that milf ass in those tight leggings, I just can’t-”
Alison punched him in the arm. “You know I hate it when you call me that!”
He grinned and took a drink of her cider.
“Where are the kids?” she asked, scanning the festivities.
“Caitlynn’s finally narrowed her pumpkin choice down to three and a half,” Frank replied. “Connor, I think, is in the corn maze.”
“You think?” Alison crossed her arms.
Frank shrugged. “Well, I did give him the keys to the truck so…”
She hit him again, then took her drink back. “You can’t just let him run off by himself,” she sighed. “I’ll go find him.”
“The boys old enough to walk a corn maze alone, Ali,” he sighed. “You gotta stop coddling him at some point.”
Alison glanced back over her shoulder and scowled. “I don’t coddle him.”
Frank grinned that insufferable grin he used when he was “just giving her a hard time.”
“And go make your daughter choose a pumpkin!” she added. “It’s going to be too cold out here soon.”
He waved, dismissive and still grinning.
Alison crossed to the corn maze, passing several other dads, and catching them check her out from the corner of her eye. She hid her smile with another drink and felt her cheeks blushing slightly. She knew her tits looked great in that sweater and she worked hard to keep the rest of her body tight. Catching the other dads looking gave her that little thrill that kept her from feeling like she was becoming a frumpy old mom.
Noticing one dad looking particularly hard, Alison gave her hips an exaggerated sway then shot him a playful wink. Of course, he blushed and looked away. Alison grinned to herself, it wasn’t like she’d ever do anything with any of these guys… she had her own tired husband for that. No, she only cheated with Darrell because he was…
Alison pulled up short and froze in her tracks when she noticed that scarecrow was now perched at the entrance to the corn maze.
Actually, that’s silly, she told herself. What, did someone moved it? No, it must just be similar. Very similar.
It had the same red flannel, the same beat up denim coveralls. A wide brim straw hat and the same mishappen featureless face. It was…
“Identical,” she mumbled, “probably bought them at some Halloween store…must have a bunch of the creepy fuckers around.”
Alison tried to glance back at the place where she’d blown Darrell to confirm her suspicion but couldn’t quite see from there. Looking back at the scarecrow in front of her, a cold feeling crept into her stomach. Alison finished her hot apple cider. It didn’t help.
A few people were exiting the maze but Connor wasn’t with them, so she headed in, making sure to give that scarecrow a wide birth.
The maze took her in right away. Rows of corn laid out in eerily straight lines, rising up taller than her on every side. The browning stalks spread apart so you felt like you should be able to see through them, but there was only more corn. Straw and cut chaff crackled noisily beneath her boots. As soon as she entered the maze it seemed to get darker.
Just the shadows and the setting sun, she told herself. Still her stomach tightened and she walked a little faster. It seemed like she was the only one in the maze now.
“Connor?” Alison shouted to break the sudden silence.
Usually there would be other families, kids running and laughing. There was none of that, just her and the crunching straw beneath her boots.
Must be later than I thought, she considered. Everyone’s already clearing out…guess that’s what happens when you’re having a good time.
She giggled to herself, remembering how fast Darrell had cum for her, or maybe not as fast as she’d thought…time flies when you’re having fun!
Footsteps behind her. Alison stopped and turned, no one was there.
“Connor?” she called again. “Are you out here? Did you get lost, hun?”
More footsteps, from the opposite direction this time. Alison jerked around. There was no mistaking the sound, the same scraping crunch her feet made.
“Connor, is that you?” she asked, taking a few quick steps around the next bend in the maze.
The adjacent row stretched before her, seeming as if it went on forever. Alison gulped and her heart fluttered nervously. She knew it was just a trick of the corn rows, an optical illusion making it seem longer than it was, impossibly so.
“Get it together,” she admonished herself and kept walking. “I’ve walked this maze every year for the past 10 years, jeez…”
And the truth was it’d freaked her out almost every time. At least a little. She’d get disoriented by the tall graying stalks, and clutch Frank’s arm letting him lead, or hold her kids hands a little tighter as they dragged her through. Now though, she was alone…wasn’t she?
Footsteps to her right. A flash of movement in her periphery. Alison nearly jumped but turned towards the motion. She thought she could just see a figure rushing through the corn. It was too big to be Connor.
Alison hurried around the bend, hoping to catch them. “Excuse me! Have you seen…”
No one there. Just another branching row of corn maze. A chill ran up Alison’s spine. Was it getting darker faster?
“Hello? Is someone there?” she called, creeping down the corn row.
More rustling, another flurry of motion in her periphery. It came from where she’d been standing a moment before and looking back there Alison saw a shadowy figure on the other side of the corn. Now she did jump, managing to swallow a startled squeak, her first instinct to run!
Even as ice flowed down her spine, Alison took a deep breath and steadied herself. It was probably just someone messing with her… or even more likely another annoyed parent looking for a wayward child.
“Hi there,” she called, ignoring how long and still the figure had been standing there. “You kind of startled me a little bit.”
No response. No movement. Alison peered harder, trying to make out any features through the wall of corn.
“Haven’t seen a little blond boy with glasses in here, have you?” Alison asked.
Still nothing. Alison reached out to push some of the corn stalks aside and get a better look at the figure, who she was now certain, was someone messing with her.
“Alright, you’ve successfully freaked out the mother,” she began, trying to be a good sport, “now- hey!”
The figure lurched forward, reaching out for her. A big strong hand grabbed her wrist and jerked her forward. Terror rose so fast in her throat, she choked on it and couldn’t even scream. Too fast and too strong to resist, Alison was pulled through corn. The stalks cracked and jostled around her, an errant leaf sliced at her cheek as sharp as any knife. She sucked in a breath as she stumbled out the other side, ready to scream, either for help or in anger depending on…
“Jesus Darrell!” she spat, seeing the handsome young man standing before her. “You scared the shit out of me!”
She shoved him in the chest, he barely moved and kept hold of her wrist.
“Just wanted to see you again.” He grinned at her, but there was something stiff and unnatural about the expression.
Alison huffed, decided her nerves were just a bit frazzled. “Oh? And what about your pretty little girlfriend, where’d you leave her?”
Darrell stared at Alison, his sharp blue eyes threatening to pierce straight through her. “She doesn’t matter.”
Alison swallowed, her stomach twisting under the younger man’s tense glare. She tried to pull her arm back but his grip tightened. “Darrell? Let go…”
“I want you. I need you.”
She took a deep breath and forced a smile. “I know what we have is special,” she began trying not to sound condescending, “but Frank and the kids are here, and you’ve got your own girl to get back to, this isn’t- Ow! Hey…”
He was squeezing her wrist too tightly, still staring at her. “None of them matter.”
“That hurts, let go.”
She tried to pull away again. Darrell yanked her forward. Alison fell into him, his other arm wrapping around her back, squeezing her breasts against his chest. She looked up at him, nerves fluttering in her tummy and a surge of excitement tickling her chest. Darrell had never been aggressive or acted so assertive before. In fact, he’d always let her take the lead, guiding and even teaching.
“Darrell! What has gotten into you?” Alison’s heart was beating faster, her nipples already tightening. She couldn’t help thinking that dominant might be a good look on the young man.
Now he let go of her wrist, that arm moving to enfold her as well. Alison didn’t move. She couldn’t even pull her eyes away from his, that piercing gaze held her transfixed as if he was staring into her soul. One hand moved down, groping her round ass over the soft, thin leggings. The other slid upwards, sending shivers across her shoulders as it moved along her neck, weaving his fingers into her thin blonde locks.
“Darrell, if Frank comes looking or anybody sees us…”
He silenced her, coiling his grip and jerking her head back. Alison let out a gasp, and a slight tremble crept between her legs. Darrell let out a strange clicking growl as he squeezed her ass, sending a charge down her long legs. Reflexively, Alison hooked her arms around his rib cage, and tried not to notice how tight and sensitive her nipples had gotten.
“M-maybe we can meet up later,” she murmured, lips almost trembling. “You can show me what you’ve been learning at that college…”
“Now,” he grunted, his voice underlaid with that click and growl.
A chill ran through her. Alison wasn’t sure what to do. She started to push away, but wasn’t really strong enough and part of her didn’t want to. The hand on her ass moved up, hooking the waistband of her leggings and yanking it down over the curve of her ass.
“Darrell!” she squealed in surprise, heat blushing her face.
She quickly reached down to pull the leggings back up, but even quicker Darrell shoved them down around her knees. Then he jerked on her hair to straighten her back up “Ow!” and spun her around pulling her back against his chest.
Alison grabbed his arms, her entire body tense and rigid, her nerves electrified. Was this really happening right now? Standing in the middle of Conroy’s Corn Maze practically surrounded by children and families, in the arms of a much younger man with her leggings around her knees, at any minute waiting for someone to come around the bend and get an eyeful of her pretty yellow panties?
Her heart was pounding between her breasts. Embarrassment, fear, apprehension, excitement, intrigue, all rushed through the woman in a hot flood. She trembled against him, her head spinning. Darrell’s hand crawled over the curve of her hip and began to reach down between her legs. She could already feel the rock-hard bulge of his cock against her soft round ass.
“Darrell, wait-”
“No.”
His fingers shoved between her thighs, rubbing her pussy and sending an instant rush of warmth through her hips. A moan crawled out of her throat. His harsh response, his firm touch, the tight grip in her hair, all made her guts go gooey and Alison melted against the young man.
Her husband could, and frequently did, take the lead in the bedroom but it wasn’t like this. Their lovemaking was so practiced and mechanical these days. Not that she didn’t enjoy it but…
Now, with the virile aggressive young Darrell taking control for the first time in their illicit relationship, Alison found it nearly impossible to resist.
Strong fingers rubbed her cunt over thin yellow nylon. Alison’s knees wobbled as anxious tingles rushed along her slit. Warm juices soaked into the slick material. Her hips squirmed, her legs tried to open for him but the leggings bunched around her knees acted as soft restraints.
“Darrell, what if somebody sees?” she pleaded breathlessly.
He responded by bending her forward. Alison obeyed his push and pull, arching her back to thrust her pert backside against his crotch. The hand between her legs slipped out and around, jerking her panties down.
Alison sucked in sharply as the cool autumn air hit her wet cunt and sent icy shivers over every curve.
Darrell’s hard cock was already prodding her slippery slit. He pushed in gradually, parting her labia and stretching her tight wet hole.
“Oh my!” Alison mewled as he filled her up. He seemed so much bigger than she remembered. So much harder than Frank got these days, maybe had ever gotten.
“This is a bad idea,” she moaned, wiggling her ass against him.
Darrell didn’t say anything, using her hair to pull Alison into a taught arch. She groaned feeling the tension build through her torso, and reached up to grab the hand in her hair. As soon as she did, he seized her wrist and pulled her arm straight back. Without really thinking, she reached back with the other arm and he grabbed it as well. A quiver ran through her chest, over her curves and she trembled around his cock, so still and stretching her vagina.
After a tense, anxious moment, Darrell pulled back slowly then bucked into her hard! Lightning flashed up her spine and Alison squealed.
“Fuck! Okay…” Her nipples were already aching as he began to pump in and out. “Quick, please, make it quick.”
Holding her arms like handles, Darrell began fucking her. Heat and need pulsed through Alison with every thrust. She bit her lip to stay quiet, swallowing her moans.
Darrell didn’t make a sound, except for his hips slapping against her ass, making it bounce.
Her hips ached from his size, working in and out faster with every stroke. She could feel her pussy pulsating around him. Her legs, held tightly together, were shaking. His rigid shaft swelled inside, seeming to hit every nerve triggering a thousand scintillating flashes as he plunged…then again when he pulled back, and over and over.
Her shoulders strained as he tugged on her arms, jerking Alison back to meet every deep thrust. The sensation was tense, but exhilarating, vibrating through her torso with each rugged plunge. Her pussy was gushing around his tool, she could feel the warm juices dripping down her thighs, soaking into the bunched leggings at her knees.
Darrell plowed into her, faster and harder, driving her so wild Alison wanted to scream… but she knew someone would hear. She would have been begging for more, but her heart was beating so fast she couldn’t speak, only gasp and moan.
Still silent, Darrell wasn’t even grunting with the exertion of pounding her aching cunt.
Straining just to take him in, Alison finally couldn’t hold back a shrill cry. “Yes! Oh fuck yes!”
Alison felt tight as a drawn bow, every thrust thrummed through her entire body. The pull on her arms. Legs shaking beneath her. White heat rushed up her spine, flash frying her brain in orgasmic bliss.
Alison screamed when she came. Her hot wet cunt clenched Darrell’s tool, which seemed harder and thicker than ever. Her own cum ran down her legs, it was going to look like she’d peed her pants but she didn’t care because Alison Leonard could not remember the last time she had climaxed this fucking hard…
She was shaking. “Darrell…fuck…Darrell…oh my fucking gawd…”
He released her arms and she fell forward on weak legs. Her pussy was already sore as he pulled out, still hard. His shaft felt weirdly ridged now, almost knobby to her overly sensitive flesh. Alison gasped as he popped out of her. It was a struggle just to stand, but she turned to face him, a giddy post-orgasm smile on her face.
Standing before her was not Darrell but the scarecrow.
Her smile vanished and Alison’s blood turned to ice in her veins.
His featureless face stared blankly under the wide brim of his straw hat. No longer perched on the stand, his arms hung at his sides. Sticking out of the zipper of his faded blue overalls was a long, thick ear of corn, slick and glistening with her own cum and juices.
Alison’s stomach lurched, horror swelled through her chest and she screamed. She threw herself backwards, away from the thing but her legs didn’t move and she fell flat on her naked ass in the prickly straw covering the ground.
The scarecrow reached out, leaning down towards her.
Alison couldn’t believe what she was seeing. She screamed again as it took a lurching step forward. She scrambled backwards, trying to wrap her terror-stricken mind around what was happening. Was this someone in a costume? How had she seen it as Darrell only a moment ago? What the hell was happening!?
The scarecrow came forward another jerky step. Alison turned over and started to crawl away, her heart racing, her stomach twisting into a sickening knot.
Behind her the crunching steps of the scarecrow sped up, closing in. Stick-like fingers snagged her ankle, jerking her legs back and flipping her over. Looking up at the thing, Alison screamed again, something inside her now certain this was not a person in a costume…but then what?
No time to figure that out, the scarecrow fell on top of her. Terrified tears flooded her eyes as Alison pushed helplessly against the lumpy stuffed torso.
“No! Get away from me! Help!”
The scarecrow leaned down, the straw hat falling off as it rubbed its featureless head-sack against her face, as if it was trying to kiss her. Even though it had no lips, or tongue, or anything, Alison found she couldn’t talk or scream during the freakish makeout session. Something filled her mouth, squirming like a tongue but bitter and cool. Her heart was hammering between her breasts, which were being prodded and rubbed by the thing’s long stick fingers.
One “hand” reached down, pushing between her thighs. The stick-fingers stroked through her naked slit. Revulsion boiled through her guts feeling the rough hard digits groping her soft vulnerable pussy.
A swell of panic gave Alison a sudden burst of strength and she bucked beneath the scarecrow. Thrashing desperately, she managed to roll out from under it. Free of the demented kiss but still feeling the squirming, she opened her mouth and spit out a long, slithering, dirt-caked worm!
Her stomach lurched sickeningly, Alison gagged and scrambled to her feet. She jerked up her leggings and panties and ran!
The cut straw and chaff crunched and slipped beneath her boots as she fled down the corn lined row. Around the first bend as fast as her legs would carry, she began screaming again.
“Help! Please, somebody!”
It was properly dark now and an uncaring moon beamed down at her, white and silent.
Alison dashed around another bend, pulled up short and looked around. She didn’t recognize this part of the maze… or did she? How could she recognize, or not recognize, indistinct rows of graying corn!?
Panic tightened her chest once more, a cold dread creeping into the pit of her stomach. She could still taste the dirt and grit in her mouth. Then she heard the scuffle of dragging footsteps.
Alison spun around. Nothing there. The sound persisted. She turned back, realized she couldn’t actually tell which direction the steps were coming or moving. From behind her? To the right? Coming or going?
Her head reeled trying to figure it out. Looking this way and that, Alison let out a fearful sob, tears rushing down her cheeks. Still, she forced herself to keep moving.
She crept now, trying to step softly, hoping and praying the thing pursuing her wouldn’t hear.
All around her the shuffling sounds of the monster’s footsteps continued to close in.
Alison snuck down the rows, around bends and forks, until finally her fear momentarily gave way to frustration.
“Okay, what the fuck!” she hissed, coming to a four-way fork. “There’s no way this maze is this big! And I’m not this fucking stupid.”
Alison’s fear returned in an instant. The realization that something unnatural was happening, beyond her stuffed assailant, suddenly became painfully, terrifyingly obvious.
“You’re not going to let me leave, are you,” Alison sobbed to no one in particular.
“…want you…need you…” The deep raspy voice seemed to echo from all four paths and right over her shoulder.
Alison glanced back to find the scarecrow standing behind her. She screamed and started to run. The creature threw up one stuffed arm and corn stalks ripped up through the ground, closing off the path in front of her.
Alison gasped, skidding to a halt and whirling to face the thing.
“Why are you doing this?” she bawled, backing away.
The scarecrow didn’t respond but took a shambling step forward.
“Please, just let me go,” Alison begged.
She didn’t expect a response, and didn’t wait for one. Alison turned and dashed for the next row. More corn sprouted in her path, this time she only hesitated a moment then crashed through the barrier!
Alison pushed and stumbled through the ghastly vegetation. The stalks seemed to close in, as if they were trying to stop her. The leaves sliced at her with their rough, sharp edges. When she crashed through to the other side, the scarecrow was waiting for her.
“No!” she screamed, its arms already enfolding her.
Alison shoved it, jerked back, tried to run but the thing already had her. It pulled her to it, squeezing tight. The stuffed flannel sleeves coiled around her, trapping her arms against her sides. The corn cob cock pressed and prodded her lower abdomen. That blank sack face leaned forward, hungry for another perverse kiss.
Alison recoiled, squealing in dread and disgust. She shoved, kicked and writhed out of the scarecrow’s clutches. They both fell to the straw covered path.
Alison scrambled away on her hands and knees as fast as she could.
Glancing back, she saw it coming after her, skittering unnaturally fast on all fours.
Utter terror rushed through Alison, she sucked in a breath to scream but the scarecrow over took her before she even could.
The stuffed figure enveloped her, everything went black and the shriek died in her throat.
“…want you…need you… have you…”
And then there was only silence.
“Hey, there ya are, bud.”
Dad and Caty were waiting for Connor when he finally exited the corn maze.
“How was it in there?” Dad asked.
Connor shrugged. “Easy. I only got lost once.”
“Only once? Wow, good job, son!” Dad clapped him on the shoulder.
Caty was clutching an orange pumpkin that looked too big for her. She rolled her eyes at him. “It’s the same every year, duh.”
“Is not!” Connor protested.
“Don’t start you two,” Dad chuckled. “Did you see your mom in there, kiddo?”
Connor turned back towards the maze, pushing his glasses up on his nose. The setting sun glinted over top of the swaying stalks, forcing him to squint.
“I don’t think so,” he said after thinking for a minute.
“Well, I guess she can meet us at the truck,” Dad said. “Let’s go pay for the pumpkins.”
He turned and started walking back towards the pumpkin patch to check out. Connor followed but stopped when he realized Caty wasn’t with them. He turned back and saw her standing near the entrance of the corn maze. She was staring at something.
“Hey, come on,” Connor said, then, “what are ya looking at?”
Caty clutched her pumpkin tightly and scrunched up her nose. “Those things are creeping me out.”
Connor looked and noticed two scarecrows hanging next to the entrance of the corn maze. One had an old straw hat and denim overalls. The other was wearing a faded pink sweater, it had lumpy gray legs. The sack for its head had tufts of yellow straw sticking out in every direction. Hanging on their crossed sticks, arms stretched out to the sides, it kind of seemed like they were reaching out towards each other.
Connor jabbed a finger into Caty’s side and growled.
She shrieked and dropped her pumpkin.
Connor began cracking up.
Caitlynn turned on him in an embarrassed fury. “You jerkface!”
“Don’t be such a scaredy-cat,” Connor laughed running away as she began to chase him. “It’s just a couple dumb old scarecrows!”
The End.