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It took a few minutes to summon the courage, but Alice stepped onto the track. The sounds turned out to be all in her mind. Part of a bundle deal with all the other fears. She jogged along the track, bugs the size of small birds buzzing in and out of the flashlight.
Growing up a country girl, the bugs didn't bother her. No matter how big or ugly. The problem was the corn. The sight, the smell, the size of it. The further she went, the more she felt the squeeze.
But the corn was just the start. She came out on the other side, on a dirt road. All dried out from the morning rainstorm. She stood facing the farmhouse. It seemed even scarier at night, with the grain silo rising high behind the house. The window shutters still closed.
Her search of the storm shelter had been fruitless, but
