A new story from the Kettleby Archive: 3 Creepy Corn Maze Horror Stories Animated
Have you ever walked into a corn maze and realised, halfway through, that someone had been walking behind you the whole time — and that they knew every turn before you did? My name is Mark. I'm a freelance graphic designer, thirty years old. A client cancelled on a Saturday in October, so I drove out to Harrow Hill corn maze alone.
One entrance, one exit, a central clearing with a hay-bale throne, and twelve full acres of eight-foot cornstalks. I paid eight pounds at the gate and pocketed the paper map. I've never needed a map to crack a maze. It's a quiet thing I'm proud of. So I folded the paper without looking and pressed it flat against my thigh.
There was a man just inside the entrance. Standing still, facing the first junction. Worn brown coat, muddy boots, a knitted hat pulled low. He wasn't looking at the path — he was listening. I took the first left, then a sharp right — confident. Behind me, footsteps crunched on dry stalks.
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Sleep well. Or try to.