Aliens, and how they use corn fields as their canvas for relaying messages to their followers.

Murderers, and how they probably are hiding out between the stalks, wearing scarecrow costumes and pretending like they're "part of the show."

Fun, and how it's something I just cannot have when running around a labyrinth outside in the dark, unsure of where I am and what's touching my leg and wondering when someone in a freaky costume will pop out.

Corn, and how good it is, and how I would like to eat some corn on the cob right now.

Clowns, and how they find a way to ruin everything.


And even if I did somehow make it to the end, I know this is what I'd find: