Children Of The CornIt was dark and smelled like damp soil and corn. I didn't know where I was, but it wasn't home. I was curled in to the fetal position on the ground trying to make myself wakeup from this nightmare, but it wasn't working. I clasped my fist around a handful of dirt and slowly pushed myself up in to a kneeling position. Chills went down my spine as I felt the wind blow through the holes in my plaid shirt and green tank top. I examined the scratches on my arms and legs and pulled my shorts down. I finally lifted my head and looked around. I was in the middle of a small circle, surrounded by corn. "Where am I?" I whispered."You're in Gatlin pretty lady." A boyish voice said behind me. I turned around quickly to see a pale boy with a black church suit and black hat covering half of his eyes looking at me. "W-what? Who-o are you?" I questioned. "I am Isaac.