The Emerald House

17

I almost crawled into the car, and the expression on my face must be extremely terrified.

Sitting in the passenger seat, Wendy asked anxiously, "What did you see? Is it that monster?" Then she turned around.

"Don't look..." I wanted to stop her, but it was too late.

She had seen the weird scene behind the car from the rear-view mirror.

More and more new straw men came out of the cornfield and joined the group. In such a short time, the number had increased to dozens.

"What's that? Straw men? How could it be? What are they doing?" shouted Wendy in horror.

"Of course, they're coming for us." I pressed the start button in a hurry, but I didn't hear the familiar sound of the engine.

My forehead sweated immediately. How could there be anything wrong with the car at such a critical moment?

No way! Please! Come on! I murmured and begged the car to get started.

I didn't know if my pleading worked. When I started it again, the engine finally roared.