trying to convince people who don’t live around corn that you Do Not Fuck With Corn is such a weird and exhausting conversation like how am i supposed to convince your california ass that something evil is within those stalks and its not the same thing every time and maybe its not always there but its always watching and this is not the kinda monster that you wanna fuck its the kinda monster that Fucks You Up™
STOP. COMING. INTO. MY. INBOX. TELLING. ME. YOU’LL. FUCK. THE. CORN. MONSTER.
He Who Walks Behind The Rows is not interested. I promise you that.
What lives in the corn STAYS in the corn. Best to keep it that way.
@capiapoa what happens in the corn stays in the corn
All I’ve ever heard is vague menacing statements like this, and no actual stories about what happens. What does the corn demon do? Gimme some legends, gimme some specifics.
Litteraly on a hot indiana day you can walk into a cornfield and not walk back out. Like ever they will be lucky to find your bones when theyre tilling for the next season.
Are there recent disappearances or is it an urban legend?
More like a Memetic Mutation. A literary invention that became part of the collective conscious like Slenderman or the Rake.
I grew up in the country, and we had cornfields too. We went in all the time as kids to play hide and seek, and to nom on the tender, still unripe ears, nothing spooky was ever there, and we didn’t get lost either because you just look at where the sun’s at and follow the rows back out. Simple.
The difference? It was the mid-80s in the Eastern Bloc and Stephen King wasn’t really part of our pop culture.
I was wondering if there was a pissed-off corn farmer with a shotgun sick of people messing with his crops
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