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

Or at least, it **looked** like it was.

I knelt in the dirt, Amy still in my arms, her body trembling. Her breathing was shallow, her fingers weakly gripping my shirt like she was afraid I'd disappear.

Her skin was ice-cold, and her eyes—though no longer black voids—were *glassy*, unfocused. Like she wasn't all the way *here*.

My stomach twisted. I'd pulled her out of the Watcher's grasp, but something was **wrong**.

The world around us was *too quiet*.

No wind. No rustling trees. No distant hum of insects.

I wasn't sure we were back in the real world at all.

We were in a field, but the corn was *dead*—gray husks stretching toward the sky like skeletal hands. The air felt thick, pressing against my skin like something unseen was *watching*.

Her voice was so weak it barely reached me.

"I'm here." I brushed her hair back from her face, forcing myself to smile. "You're safe."

She blinked slowly, like it took effort.

I swallowed hard. "You were trapped in there for a long time."

Her brow furrowed. "I… I don't remember."

A sharp pang ran through my chest.

I needed to get us **out** of here.

I carefully helped Amy sit up, keeping an arm around her. She leaned into me, her body too weak to hold itself up.

No roads. No signs of town. Just the endless stretch of **dead corn**.

Amy shivered. "Jack… it's still here."

She squeezed her eyes shut, gripping my arm. "It's *not gone*. I can still feel it."

I turned, my eyes darting through the empty field.

But Amy had been connected to it. Maybe she could sense something I couldn't.

No. I wasn't going to let it take her again.

I pulled Amy to her feet, keeping her steady as she wobbled. She nodded weakly, leaning into me.

The silence was unbearable. Every step felt like it echoed, bouncing back at us from unseen places.

Amy flinched, her grip tightening.

I stopped, scanning the empty field.

Her lips moved, forming words too soft to understand.

"Amy, wake up," I said, shaking her gently.

Her brow creased. "I… I don't remember."

Something cold crawled down my back.

I forced down my fear. "We're getting you out of here. Whatever it takes."

Amy swallowed hard. "But what if it's too late?"

"It's not." I looked her dead in the eyes. "I won't let it be."

She searched my face, then slowly nodded.

The horizon stretched endlessly before us, but I didn't care. I was going to get her back.

Chapter 13: Almost Gone