Cornfield Incident by obiwan [Reviews - 4] 
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Date: Fri, 2 Mar 2007 07:57:52 -0800 (PST)
To: obiwan@ghosts.org
Name: Anonymous
Location: Michigan
The Corn Field Incident
I’ve never been a believer in the supernatural and I’ve always been pretty skeptical of any paranormal story’s I’ve ever heard. I’m not sure if this story fits into this category, but I’ll tell it any way.
When I was senior in high school, I was over at my girl friends parents house for the day. They live off a dirt road in a very rural area. Not too many neighbor’s close by and the entire property is surrounded by cornfields, with the exception of the back yard and stables where the horses were kept. It was a very nice sunny day in late summer and nothing was out of the ordinary. Both her parents were home and I was helping my girlfriend finish up some of her weekend chores. I was finishing up the dishes, while she proceeded to take the trash out to the garage. I heard the garage door motor go off and shortly after, she came running back inside, right over and grabbed me. She seemed very spooked about something and I asked what was wrong. She said that the garage door just opened by itself while she was on the other side of the garage putting the trash bags in the trashcan. She then started to hear someone crying in the cornfield on the other side of the driveway. Her mother was in the room and heard this, so we all walked out into the garage.
Sure enough the garage door was open and the sounds of, what I think was a child, crying somewhere in the corn field a short distance from where we were standing. Her mother went back in the house and called for her husband, while I walked over to the edge of the cornfield to see if I could see anyone. Unfortunately, by the end of the summer, the corn is pretty dense and very difficult to see throw.
The crying kept continuing and now my girlfriend’s father had come out and was standing next me. The crying, or more like sobbing, sounded like a little kid who had just gotten lost in the corn, but the closest neighbor was more then a half-mile away and they were an older couple that didn’t have any children. My girlfriend’s father called out, “Hello. Are you ok”? And instantly, the crying stopped. Then we both started calling out, “Hello, hello”. Nothing but silence. My girlfriend’s father told me the kid must be scared and to keep calling out and he was going inside to call the police. I yelled out a few more times, but my calls went unanswered.
Suddenly, in the direction of where the cries were coming from, there was loud “Crack”! Loud enough to where I actually ducked; like a large tree snapping in half and then sounds of smaller “cracks”, like someone braking branches, only there aren’t any trees in the field. I looked back to the garage from the edge of the cornfield and my girlfriend and her mom had the look on their face of, “what the hell is that”?
With anxiety building up inside of me and thinking that a child might be in danger, I darted into the cornfield and called out, “Where are you? I want to help you”. Pushing my way through the corn and not being able to see more then a couple feet in-front of me, I started making my way toward the “cracking” sounds, which were quickly, but gradually fading away. After a few more seconds, I couldn’t hear anything at all. I called out again, still with no response. I then dropped to the ground, hoping to be able to see further through the base of the corn stocks then the leaves on top. I could see much further, but there was nothing there, just more corn. I heard my girlfriend’s father calling out my name and I followed his voice back to the edge of the cornfield. As I made my way out, several police cars were starting to arrive.
We told the police about the crying and that we thought a kid might be lost or hurt. Two officers’, one being a K-9 unit, went into the cornfield, while two other police cars drove the perimeter of the field. After about an hour the officer’s emerged from the field and told us that they didn’t find anything, not even a sent for the dog to follow. The patrolling officer’s said they spoke with a farmer that lives on the other side of the corn field, miles from my girlfriends parents house, and he told the officer’s he saw two local boys that he lets hunt on his property, come out of the corn field early that morning. The policed seemed pretty confident that this was some kind of misunderstanding at best or a stupid prank at worst. But I’m not so sure.
The farmer said he saw the boys early in the morning leaving the cornfield, but we heard the crying in the late afternoon. How did the garage open by itself? What was that cracking noise? Who was crying? Why did they stop the second we called out to them?
Now for the really strange part. About ten years after this event took place and many years after I had forgotten completely about it, my now ex-girl friend calls me out of the blue. After a brief, “What have you been up to?” she tells me the real reason for her call. She asks me if I remember the cornfield incident? Then tells me that her mom is volunteering at a senior’s center and one of the people she cares for is the older neighbor of theirs that lives about a half mile down the road. One day, in casual conversation about a resent farming accident the two were reading about in the newspaper, the neighbor starts telling my ex-girl friends mother about an accident that happened in the early thirties. Apparently, in the very same cornfield where we heard the crying, a young boy was killed when he accidentally fell in front of some kind of farm equipment that his father was driving. The boys father, who was a heavy drinker, didn’t even notice he had just ran over his son and the boy’s body wasn’t found for several days.
It definitely leaves me wondering. Could we have been hearing the past cries of this injured young boy, hoping for someone to find him? Or is it just coincidence? At this point, I really couldn’t say. But I certainly won’t be forgetting that day anytime soon.