Gnarled cornstalks whisper secrets of a restless spirits
said to roam the fields, seeking revenge for forgotten betrayals.
thier movements also whispers tales of those who also vanished from the
farm in the harvest moonlight, leaving only the crimson husks behind.
and that those who dare to tresspass through the harvest here
will find their own blood mingled with the soil, feeding the dark power
that is hidden deep within it .
COME ON OVER TO THE FARM IF YA DARE HAHAHAH