text: This is my first post here and my first horror story. I hope everyone gets chills like my friends and family did when they read it. Enjoy! When I was younger my family moved to a farmhouse in the country. Well I called it a farmhouse, it just happened to be a house next to a farm. They grew corn in those fields. I was always careful not to go into the fields, my dad would say; “that’s not our property son.” I took that to heart. It was a nice life, simple, until I turned 11. I don’t know what changed, I don’t know why things changed, but they did. Our driveway was long, it was a good five minutes from being dropped off by the bus before I got to the house, that’s when I started noticing things. The first time it was a perfectly straight path through the cornfield. It was as wide as a truck, but there were no tire marks leading from it. Next it was the pyramids of corn. They’d be perfectly dehusked and sitting in little pyramids all over the yard. My parents shrugged it off as animals piling their scraps, but these weren’t ordinary piles, they were perfect and always oriented with a corner facing the house. For the first month, this seemed normal to me, I’d never lived in the country before, how was I supposed to know any different. I didn’t even notice when the piles crept closer and closer to the house every day until one day I came home from school and there was a pile of corn in front of my window. I woke up in the middle of the night that night. I’m not sure what woke me, there was no odd sounds in the house, but I had the strangest feeling. I remember walking over to the window and being ice cold despite it being a hot early September evening. When I pulled back my curtain and peered out into the night I didn’t see anything at first, but then slowly a pair of eyes appeared in the corn field right where it met my property. Despite it being pitch black the eyes stared directly at me as if whatever creature it was knew I was there. I quickly closed my curtains and climbed back into my bed and under my blanket. The feeling went away after what felt like hours, but I knew it must have only been minutes and I fell back into a deep sleep. The next morning I woke up and told my dad about it. He brushed it off as being some sort of animal, he had seen a few deer grazing the cut field last fall, that’s probably what it was and to not worry about it. The corn pyramids stopped after that night and it was another month before I woke up in the middle of the night. This time the feeling was more intense and I didn’t so much as choose to go to the window as I was forced to be some unseen force. When I looked out the pair of eyes I had seen a month ago reappeared in the same spot. I noticed more about them this time. They were bright, despite being a new moon, and they were an odd shade of green. That night was the night I really began to worry, because not only did the original set of eyes appear, but shortly after two more pairs of eyes opened beside it. All of them looking at me as if they were peering into my soul. I wanted my parents to take me seriously so I immediately ran to their room and woke them up. “They’re out there!” I screamed as I ran into the room. My dad shot up immediately and grabbed the shotgun he kept above the bed and sprinted off out the front door while my mother held me tight trying to calm me down. A few moments later my dad returned and told us there was nothing there. He told me it was just a nightmare, trying to assuage my fears. It didn’t work. They sent me back to bed, but despite the feeling going away, I didn’t return to sleep that night. Nor did I sleep the next night, I couldn’t, I thought if I was awake the feeling wouldn’t come. I was wrong. That night I was again pulled to the window, but this time I was staring out for hours into the nothingness of the night. I couldn’t explain why and I couldn’t stop myself, the eyes weren’t there, or at least I couldn’t see them. But just as I began to let myself fall to sleep the green eyes opened one at a time until what must have been 50 pairs of eyes were staring at me. I didn’t move, I didn’t do anything. They all blinked once in unison and then a moment later they closed and disappeared. I fell asleep then. A deep sleep, my parents couldn’t even wake me for school the next day. They called in a doctor to take a look at me. He told them I was fine and was just sleeping. I slept for a full day, no sensations waking me up that night, nothing. When I awoke my parents told me how long I had slept for, but I wasn’t shocked. I felt checked out, my parents wouldn’t believe me so I thought why bother. The eyes didn’t return for some time, but the damage to my psyche had been done. I started slipping in school, lashing out at everyone around me to the point where I almost kicked my dog. Thankfully I did clue in to what I was doing before I made the kick, but I was distraught. My parents had no idea what to do, they talked to my teachers, to our doctor, they all had one answer, get me therapy. To my parents' credit they initially didn’t believe something was wrong with me, because there wasn’t anything wrong, but they kept getting pushed into it by others around them. The straw that broke the camel's back was the last night we were in that house. It was in late January and there was a fresh coating of snow on the ground. The eyes hadn’t pulled me to the window in months and I was honestly starting to feel better, but all good things must come to an end. I have no idea why it was that night, maybe they sensed my mental state returning to normal, I don’t know, but I was pulled to the window again. Even with the corn cut down I still couldn’t make out any shapes in the night, but the eyes opened as they always do, one at a time until what seemed like the whole field was lit up with green Christmas lights. Everywhere except the one spot where the original set of eyes typically was. For a split second I wondered where it had gone, but the answer came a second later and it terrified me. The original set of eyes opened, but it didn’t open on the line between our property and the field, the emerald green eyes appeared 30 feet away from my room at my swing set. Just as the original eyes appeared the others blinked. After the blink the swing set started to move ever so slightly at first and then quickly as if someone or something was swinging on it. I must have been distracted by the movement on the swings because I didn’t notice the green eyes that had been so steady leave the playset. I looked back at the field and all of the eyes had disappeared. Everything had disappeared, it was all black. Then suddenly the green eyes reappeared on a black shadowy body five feet from my window. I lost it that night. I began screaming and crying uncontrollably. My parents couldn’t calm me down when they rushed in. Nothing they were doing was working. They decided pretty quickly to load me up into the car and took me to my grandparent’s place back in the city. I never went back to that house. My parents sold it and we moved back to the city. They put me in all sorts of therapy, but I got better on my own. I never felt the pull towards my windows. Being a man now and what I would considermentally mentally ‘all there’, that experience has still made me live my life in a certain way. I haven’t been out of the city in 15 years, I don’t eat corn, my apartments have always been on the highest floors I can possibly get them on. It’s been nice I think to myself. A light tap on the glass door of my balcony that leads out from my bedroom breaks my trained sense of calm. I brush it off as nothing, but then the feeling returns, the feeling I hadn’t felt since I was 11. The dread, the anxiety, the hopelessness all returns. I begin sweating profusely and a tear rolls down my cheek. A louder tap, more of a knock now draws me out of bed. 10 stories up, it’s not possible, it’s just the wind. I tell myself lies to try and delay what’s coming. I pull back the curtain.There filling my 10th floor balcony, in the dead of night are seven foot tall shadowy figures with glowing green eyes, one of them standing directly in front of me. “We’ve found you.