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

We stood in the middle of the dead field where the corn had once stretched endlessly, where the Watcher had lurked, whispering, waiting. Now, it was just dirt—barren, lifeless, and eerily still.

Amy knelt beside me, running a trembling hand through the soil. Her fingers curled around the loose earth, as if trying to *feel* if it was real. She hadn't spoken in minutes.

The sun was rising behind us, casting long shadows over the remains of what used to be the Watcher's domain. I could feel its warmth, but I still felt cold.

Amy finally exhaled. "It's really gone?"

I nodded, even though I wasn't sure. "Yeah."

She didn't look convinced. Her eyes flicked over the empty field, searching for something that wasn't there.

Then, she shivered. "Then why do I still feel like something's watching us?"

Amy was pale, her body swaying slightly as she stood. I reached for her arm, steadying her, and she flinched.

"It's okay," I said, even though it wasn't.

We started walking, our footsteps the only sound. The town loomed ahead, silent in the early morning light. But something felt *off*.

The streets weren't empty, but they might as well have been. People walked, cars moved, but the air felt… **wrong**.

They didn't speak. They didn't wave. They just *watched*.

Amy noticed, too. She shrank into her hoodie, her hands disappearing into the sleeves. "They know."

I clenched my jaw. "How could they?"

She shook her head. "I don't know. But they do."

By the time we reached my house, my hands were shaking.

I hesitated at the door, staring at the chipped paint, the old handle. It felt familiar—but at the same time, completely *foreign*.

Amy fidgeted beside me. "I don't want to be alone."

I forced myself to unlock the door and push it open.

It wasn't haunted. It wasn't cursed. It was just… *empty*. Like something that had once lurked inside it had finally **left**.

Amy hesitated before stepping in, her body tense like she expected something to lunge at her from the shadows.

She let out a slow breath and walked inside.

Amy sat on the couch, curling her knees to her chest. She didn't cry. She didn't shake. She just stared at the floor, her expression unreadable.

I sat beside her, close but not touching. I didn't know if she wanted that.

For a long time, neither of us spoke.

Amy's fingers tightened around the fabric of her sleeves. "It's *faint*—like a whisper I can't understand. But it's there."

I swallowed hard, forcing my voice to stay steady. "You're sure?"

She nodded, her breathing uneven. "It's not… *inside* me anymore. But it's **close**. Like it's waiting."

The town. The people watching us. The silence.

I clenched my fists. "We'll figure this out."

Amy looked at me, her eyes searching my face. "Promise?"

Even if I had to burn this whole town to the ground, I wouldn't let it take her again.

Chapter 15: What Remain