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

I don't know why I thought it would be.

Amy sat curled up on my couch, her hoodie pulled over her face, breathing unevenly. She hadn't spoken since she told me she could still hear it—the Watcher's whisper.

I wanted to tell her it was just her imagination.

No voices inside my head. No shadows slipping into my skin. No **possession**.

A pressure in the air. A cold weight that made the walls feel too close. A feeling that if I turned around too fast, I'd see something standing behind me.

Then she whispered, "It's watching us again."

I moved through the house, checking every room. Every corner. Every shadow.

No Watcher. No monsters. No shifting walls or curling darkness.

I turned back toward the living room—

The hallway stretched empty before me. The light flickered slightly, the air thick with that **wrongness**.

I forced a breath through my teeth. "It's not real."

Amy didn't move. "Jack. Don't lie."

My hands clenched into fists. I didn't know what to do. I didn't know how to fight something that **wasn't supposed to exist anymore**.

I stepped closer to her. "We need to go."

She sat in my room, back against the wall, knees drawn to her chest. Her eyes flicked to every shadow like they might **move** at any second.

I wanted to tell her she was safe. That it was over.

But I couldn't even convince myself.

I sat beside her on the floor. "Amy."

She swallowed. "What if it doesn't need to?"

That couldn't be true. It **couldn't**.

I pulled my knees up, rubbing my hands together, trying to push away the feeling creeping under my skin. "That's not possible."

Because deep down, I knew she wasn't wrong.

The scratching started around midnight.

A soft, rhythmic noise, like something dragging nails across wood.

Amy stiffened beside me. "Do you hear that?"

I moved slowly, heart pounding, stepping toward the door. The scratching didn't stop. It didn't hesitate.

Just a closet full of old clothes and dusty boxes.

But the feeling in the air **didn't leave**.

And the **mirror inside the closet wasn't reflecting us**.

Amy was beside me, but in the mirror—**she wasn't there**.

The mirror reflected an empty room.

The door behind me was **open** in the reflection.

And something stood **just beyond it**.

Amy clutched my arm, her whole body trembling.

The house felt like it was **breathing**, pressing against us, shifting in ways it shouldn't.

By sunrise, I couldn't take it anymore.

We packed whatever we could in silence. Clothes. Cash. Anything we could carry.

Chapter 16: It Never Left