Tricia had wasted time choosing a costume and now darkness swallowed the winding country road. The party ended long ago. She had lost her way. Fog enshrouded cornfields came to life as aged stalks resembled zombies. The paved road narrowed then changed to gravel. Turning around, she spun the car too fast and rolled it over. After climbing from the crumpled wreck she rubbed her aching head.
Incandescent light beckoned from a farmhouse. Entranced, she stumbled through the corn.
Tricia banged on the door.
It opened on rusted hinges. The woman looked right through her and asked, “Who’s there?”
Have you ever panicked when you were lost?
What is your favorite Vincent Price movie?
Photo by S. Lindau