Chapter One: Stay out of the cornfield.
Four siblings sat on their dirty front porch. Their names were Jammy, Joseph, Elijah, and Kyle.
"Hey, guys?" Kyle said.
None of the brothers answered him.
"Why does dad tell us to stay out of the cornfield? We've been living here all our lives and yet we can't go out there." He went on.
"Shoot, I don't know," Joseph said, scratching the back of his neck. "It's probably for a good reason."
All four brothers picked up their cans of beer from the floor and slurped down the last of it. After finishing, they went inside their old farmhouse without bringing in their empty cans. They shut and locked the door behind them as their dad has always told them to do since they were five. If they ever forgot to do so, their father screams at them until his face turned as red and saliva was shooting out of his mouth to kiss their foreheads, chins, just about anywhere.
Elijah ran over to the small television in their living room before Kyle had the chance to put on what he wanted to watch which probably would have been The Land Before Time on VHS.
"Howdy, boys." Their father said, coming down the stairs. "I gotta take care of some biz-ness in Oklah-ho-man. It will take me about uh..." He stopped to scratch his scruffy beard as he thought about how long it will be. "Four days?"
All of the boys stared at their dad.
"Elijah, yer daddy while I'm out."
"Alright," Elijah responded.
Their dad unlocked the door, "Don't forget to lock up."
He left.
"What was that last part?" Kyle asked.
Jammy hit the table with his fists but not out of anger because his brother does not pay attention, it was because he was excited. Their dad was going to be gone for a couple of days which meant they could do whatever they want. No old man to yell at them for forgetting to do things around the house. Perhaps they could have their first party ever, maybe commit murder and hide the dead body out in the-well now that is just too far.
"It doesn't matter, this is goin' to be fun as hell!" Jammy screamed.
As their dad drove off in his old Chevy truck that he's had all their life, Joseph punched Kyle's shoulder. "Wanna arm wrestle?" He asked.
Kyle rubbed his shoulder while gritting his teeth, "Sure."
The two boys ran off to the kitchen so they could play at the table.
It began to get dark and the moon rose to show off its beauty. My, oh, my was it beautiful.
Elijah and Jammy went to bed early that night while the other two arm wrestled. Instead of changing into pajamas, they kept on their clothes they wore all day; yes, those jeans were very dirty. They waved to each other, yawning, and went to bed in their own bedrooms; they were dirty, too, but who was going to yell at them? Not their dad.
"Give up, ya' weak sonovabitch!" Joseph yelled. He was close to putting Kyle's hand down to the table.
"Don't say that 'bout mama!" Kyle's arm was shaking.
"I'll say whatever th' hell I want!"
Suddenly, Kyle stopped trying and Joseph won. He howled with a victory.
"Juh-Joe..."
Joseph didn't hear him, he was too busy doing a quiet, fake crowd scream.
"Joe, do you hear that?"
Finally, Joseph stopped to listen. It sounded like someone was walking around the outside of their house on the porch. The boys kept quiet for five minutes then ran upstairs to Kyle's room. They tried peeking at his window to see if they could spot someone below. No one was there so they ran back downstairs to check every window and door. All were locked except the back door that was open and there were wet, muddy boots next to it.
Kyle's heart dropped as he approached the door with shaking hands. He leaned out to see if anyone was hiding outside against the wall. Nothing. He began to feel a little better until he saw someone walking out of the cornfields. It stood there for a few seconds before sprinting towards the door. It jumped on Kyle, crashing him to the ground. Kyle screamed bloody murder which woke up Elijah from his beauty sleep.
He stomped downstairs, "What the hell is all this noise?!" Elijah looked at the man on top of Kyle.
"Jackson?" He squinted.
"Elijah?" Jackson replied.
Jackson got off of Kyle to give Elijah a hug since they have not seen each other in so long. It's odd that Jackson didn't know this was Elijah's home but that did not matter anymore because he wasn't going to stick around long. Jackson had been impaled by a sharp blade.
Kyle screamed.
Jackson fell to the floor.
Behind Jackson was a man dressed as a rabbit.
"Shit-." Elijah left his brothers and ran upstairs to Jammy's bedroom.
He locked the door and shook Jammy.
Footsteps were heard coming to the door.
"Jammy, wake up! We have to go!" Elijah yelled with tears rolling down his cheeks. Why? Well, he just lost an old friend that he knew apparently.
Jammy opened his eyes, "Huh?"
"Jackson is dead! A crazy man stabbed him in the back!"
The man banged his hand on the door.
"A crazy man?"
The man kicked in the door and stared them down through the eyes of the rabbit. He took a step forward.
"Who are you?!" Jammy sat up on his bed.
The rabbit-man didn't answer him.
Jammy carefully opened the window by his bed. His eyes never left the murderous rabbit's adorable blue eyes. They both stood there in silence.
"One..."
Elijah looked at Jammy like he wanted to kill him. He did.
"Two..."
The rabbit-man pulled the same knife he used on Jackson out of his pocket.
"Three..."
Jammy climbed out onto the roof with Elijah behind him.
The rabbit-man grabbed Elijah by the ankle and used his knife to carve into the back of his leg. Elijah screamed, kicking his leg so the silly rabbit would let go.
"Let go of me, mother fucker!"
The rabbit-man didn't.
Jammy turned back to save his brother but another man came into the room. He wore a cuddly bear costume.
The bear-man shut the window after pulling in Elijah.
Jammy tried to open the window but it would not budge.
The men dragged Elijah out of the room while Jammy struggled.
"How the fuck could I let this happen?" He said to himself, crying. He looked off into the dark open country, wondering what he should do next.
