Arigman

Jack and his friends thought their small town was nothing special—until they ventured too close to the old cornfield and saw *it*. A presence lurking in the stalks. Watching. Waiting.  

When their friend Danny dies under horrifying circumstances, the group tries to escape, only to realize the town itself won’t let them leave. Worse, Amy, the girl Jack cares about most, has been *possessed* by the entity they now call the Watcher.  

As reality warps around them, Jack refuses to give up on Amy. But the deeper he goes into the nightmare, the more he realizes this isn’t just about saving her—it’s about *surviving* the Watcher’s game.  

Every road leads back to the cornfield. Every attempt to fight back only feeds the darkness. And as Amy slips further away, Jack is faced with an impossible question:  

How do you save someone from a monster that’s already inside them?  

**A gripping horror web novel filled with psychological terror, supernatural horror, and a desperate fight against an ancient evil.**

The Watcher in the Cornfield

For a moment, there was *nothing*. No sound. No air. Just an endless void pressing against my skin, suffocating me.

I gasped as the world snapped back into place.

I was in the cornfield, but it wasn't *right*. The stalks weren't just plants—they were *moving*, shifting in unnatural patterns, bending toward me like skeletal fingers.

She stood in the center of the clearing, her head tilted, her grin *too wide*.

Its face—if it had one—was a *hole in reality*, a void that seemed to eat the light around it.

Amy giggled. "You shouldn't have come."

I swallowed the lump in my throat.

"You don't want this, Amy. I know you're still in there."

Her expression twitched—just for a second—but the grin returned, sharper now.

It didn't walk—it simply shifted, appearing closer without crossing the space in between.

The temperature *dropped*. My breath came out in white puffs.

Amy stepped forward. "He wants to play."

Amy giggled again. "Oh, but you do."

The world around me **shattered**.

The hallway stretched endlessly in both directions, lined with doors that *shouldn't be there*.

Amy stood at the end of the hallway, her face blank.

Door after door, I tore them open.

Some led to *nowhere*—black voids stretching into infinity.

I opened one and found myself staring at *Danny's body*.

His throat was slit, his eyes wide with frozen terror.

I stumbled back, slamming the door shut.

A whisper slithered through the walls.

My own breathing was deafening, the air thick and choking.

A door at the very end of the hall creaked open.

I stepped forward, heart hammering.

She looked at me—*really* looked at me.

Her lips trembled. "Jack… it hurts."

I reached for her. "I'm getting you out of here."

The Watcher's voice slithered through the walls.

I woke up on the ground, back in the cornfield.

Chapter 10: The Watcher’s Game