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2021.10.26 14:51 Erutious Towesey Homestead- Part 3- The Soil Remembers
Part 1- https://www.reddit.com/nosleep/comments/qey0cg/the_towesey_homestead_part_1_the_field_prepares/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3
Part 2- https://www.reddit.com/nosleep/comments/qfnec1/towesey_homestead_part_2_the_scarecrows_know/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3
I don't know what to do.
Thomas was taken three days ago, and I haven't been able to leave the house since.
I was still sitting at the kitchen table when my wife, Kara, got up. I was staring off into nothing, remembering how the little boy scarecrow had come up from the ground in the furrow I had dug as I looked for Thomas. She had shaken me, asking me what was wrong, but I couldn’t tell her much of anything. I was in a state of shock, not really sure how to explain what had happened. She became even more frantic when she couldn't find Thomas, and the talking had become shouting.
She was getting scared, even in my current state I could tell, and that's why she called the police.
Sheriff Dunland came when I called, having just gotten out of bed when the operator called to tell him about my son. I smelled him before I saw him as he came to the porch. He walked into the kitchen, my wife making him leave his cigarette in the yard, and he sat down next to me at the table as I just stared into space.
"Morning, Dale," he said, and it seemed that his words were the magic spell I had been looking for to bring me out of my stupor.
"Morning, Sheriff," I answered quietly.
"I'm sorry to come to you under such terrible circumstances, but we need to know where your boy is."
I just told him that he was missing. I had told him that he had run into the fields suddenly as I was perched in the barn and became lost in the field. I told them I had searched and searched, but I couldn't find him. I told him that I must have gotten turned around in the field and had a nervous breakdown or something, like the one I'd had in the war. I had woken up just now, sitting at the table, with no clue how I had gotten here.
I told him a load of bullshit, and he asked my wife if he could make some calls from the house phone.
An hour later, our dirt yard was full of state police cars, and the property was being searched thoroughly. They tromped through the fields, not looking twice at the scarecrows as they searched. They searched the barn, the sheds, the pond, the house, and everything in between. They asked about the dug-up area in the field, but I only shook my head. No answer I could give them would be satisfactory.
In the end, they told me they would put up his poster and asked if we had a recent photo of him. Kara provided one, and he said they would have the posters up by tomorrow. Then, all of them packed into their cars and left. As they drove away, I suddenly wished I had been honest with him about what I had seen. They might have thought me mad, but maybe they would have taken me with them when they left instead of leaving me here.
Here, where the whispers had already started again.
It was afternoon by the time they left. Brad wanted to check the crops, but I just couldn't summon up the desire. I found myself sitting on the porch instead, looking at the crops in much the same way Thomas had yesterday. I watched the corn sway in the autumn breeze, heard the rattle of corn husks and discard silk as it was pushed, and felt a hollowness inside myself. How does one cope after seeing the ground swallow up their youngest child? I doubt I was the first to ask this question, but I just didn't know how to handle it. Thomas was gone, never coming back, and I was left behind.
I jumped when my wife sat down next to me, realizing that it was dark now. I had been sitting on the porch for what must have been hours, watching the corn sway and listening to the voices that swayed with it. They promised peace in the field, peace amongst the corn, and it was all I could do not to rush out to the field and lose myself in that sea of green. She threw a blanket over us and nestled against me as she joined me in endless staring.
"What happened to him, Dale? What happened to Thomas?"
I couldn't answer her. I would never answer her. The thing I had seen couldn't be vocalized. To speak of it would make it real, and if it were real, then it could happen again. Better than he had drowned in the pond. Better that some murderer had killed him. To have my own farm simply devour him would be unthinkable.
"Come on, Dale. Talk to me, please."
She was pleading now, begging me for something that I couldn't give her.
All I could do was sit there and hold that terrible knowledge inside myself.
We sat in silence for nearly an hour before she kissed my cheek and said she was going to bed.
As I sat on the porch, watching the corn as it swayed, I heard that same skeletal voice as it moved with the wind. It told me how I could find peace amongst the crops. That all my cares would disappear once I was one with the land again. When I tell you that it took everything I had not to run out into the field, I mean it. I was sitting under the blanket, all my will used to keep me rooted to the spot when the farm played its ace.
The corn rustled, and out walked Thomas.
I sat forward, shocked, watching my son come stumbling out of the corn. He waved at me, a childish flop of his arm, and enticed me to join him. The corn waved in the breeze as well, its long arms seeming to lure me into its earthy embrace. They wanted me to be with them, to be a part of them, and as I rose from the swing, that was what I fully intended to do.
It wasn't until the moon hit Thomas just right that I saw the truth.
It was nothing but the scarecrow, the one I had seen pop from the ground like one of my ears of corn, waving in the breeze. I didn't know how he had come to be at the edge of the cornfield, a full fifty feet from where I had seen him sprout, but there he was. His thin arms no longer waved so much as they were moved by the breeze. I got up and went inside, turning my back on the waving scarecrow.
I thought maybe I could sleep, but there would be no sleep that night. I was constantly pulled from sleep by a tapping at the window of our bedroom. When I would look up, I would see the ghostly face of my son, his eyes begging as he wrapped on the glass. I would roll over, turning away from my little boy, and put my head under the pillow as he begged me to come with him. He would say anything to get me out of bed. He would say anything to get me out of the safety of my home.
"Daddy, it's so cold! Won't you come let me in?"
"Daddy? I'm scared! Come outside!"
"Please come outside, Daddy! It's nice in the field. You'll like it."
"The Green Man is coming, Daddy. He's going to get you either way. The scarecrows told me so."
"Daddy! Daddy! Daddy! Daddddyyy!"
On and on and on.
The following day I was like a ghost in my own house. My wife brought me breakfast in bed, Brad hovering by the door as he asked if I was okay? Kara told him that I was fine, but she didn't seem to be so sure herself. She sat with me as I ate, clearly wanting to ask me something but unable to form the words she wished to ask. When I was done eating, I just stared at the tray until she picked it up. She was looking at me with real worry, and when she turned to go, she stopped suddenly, tray in hand.
"I know you saw something out there, something that's scared you. You need to talk about it, Dale. Just tell me what you saw. Maybe I can help."
I looked at her, and she must have seen something in my eyes that was more alarming than the way I was acting.
"You can't help me, Kara, and I cant help you. We are trapped here by those things, by the land, and there is no help for us."
She left then, but I was never really alone.
Whenever the wind blew, I could still hear Thomas as he begged me to come to the fields.
I lived in that stupor for two days, refusing to leave the house and refusing to speak to anyone. Brad and Kara were worried, coming to talk to me or try to get me to eat. I just sat there, though, staring out the window as the wind rustled the corn and the scarecrows moved in closer. They didn't think I could see them as they gathered, but I could. They never left the safety of corn, but I could see their faces as they congregated. They stared at me, they stared through me, and the voices on the wind told me how I would join their legion.
When I suddenly noticed Greg, a white moon face at the foot of my bed, I jumped. It had been morning only a moment before, but the shadows told me it must be mid-day. He was kneeling, just looking at me, and I stared back at him for a few minutes before a creepy smile stretched over his still childish face. I blinked. Had his eyes always been so jaundice? So...piss yellow.
"They're calling you," he said, almost lilted, and I glanced back at the window as the sun seemed to darken before my very eyes.
The window was obscured by a rogue's gallery of squashed sackcloth faces.
When I turned back to the foot, Greg was gone.
When I looked back out the window, the scarecrows were gone.
I sat up that night, staring into the darkness as my wife snored comfortably beside me. The wind still swirled around the house, a real late-season gale, and I heard the house creaking and the corn rustling. As the wind whipped, I heard the voices of the field, Thomas’s voice amongst them, as it called me to come back to the land. They whistled and cajoled and begged, and over time, they wore me down. As my wife slept, I felt the tears run down my face. Thomas, my boy, had been taken by the land. He was all alone out there, and here I sat refusing him. He was nestled in the earth, and I was sitting here denying him my company, my love.
A knocking at the window tore my head back towards it, and there he was. He was pale in the moonlight, my Thomas, and his cherubic face was unaccusing, untempered by anger, graced only by confusion. His shirt was unstained with the dirt that I had seen take him. He was pristine, he was unharmed, and he stared at me questioningly.
"Daddy, please come back to me. I'm so lonely here."
So now I'm sitting at my kitchen table, writing my final explanation to my wife and boys. I started writing this down so it would be fresh, but I think it's also in case something happens to me. You see, the voices are always in my head now. I can hear them now as I sit at the table. They follow me, toy with me, and tell me how nice it will be to become part of his crop. Who is he? I don't know, but his words, the scarecrows' words, are becoming more and more tantalizing. I've laid in bed and listened for three days. I won't spend another day with their chores in my brain.
When I'm done, I think I'll take off my shoes and just walk through the fields.
It will be nice to feel the soil beneath my toes one last time.
I can see that little scarecrow from the kitchen table.
It's almost like he's waving to me, calling me over, telling me to return to the land. Thomas is with them, waving and calling to me. I think...I think I can see Greg out there with him. It's dark, and the porch light is off, but it seems like he's calling me out there too.
I never could say no to my boys.
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2021.10.26 14:51 Flim_Flam_Toe_Jam Grappling hook bug
I literally just started playing (PS5) and when I go to use the grappling hook ascend and descend are both R2 (doesn’t make any sense) and nothing happens. I’ve tried different buttons as well. Literally 20 minutes in and the game is unplayable. I’m guessing this bug is from the new update that just came out a few hours ago. I’m beyond annoyed
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2021.10.26 14:51 NerdJockLawyerGuy [22M4F] Looking for sexting partner
I'm looking for a sexting partner, ideally we'd both be able to eventually send nudes as well but ultimately keep it NSA. Building rapport, learning what gets each other off, and so forth. I want to create a comfortable space where we can both get each other off. Ideally, I want to make you feel good, excited, and horny. Mentally out you in a position to bring yourself pleasure. I think there's definitely something valuable and exciting about sexting and being able to dirty talk.
I don't have any preferences on race, body type, etc. If you are an older woman however, you take priority and I would love an older sexting partner, I've always had good sexual experiences with older women! No limits on upper age!
I'm tall, good looking, with wavy black hair and a good sized dick. I'm a working professional and good with my words. I'm open minded, kink friendly, fetish friendly, and value communication more than anything. Ultimately I just want this to be easygoing and fun, and nothing less than that.
Though I am open to hookups, that's not what I'm looking for right now, as my life has been pretty hectic. Just want something online/by text that's relaxing, fun, and can get us both off.
Please send me a message if you're interested, I'm looking forward to chatting!
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2021.10.26 14:51 Historical_Honey_695 Finally gonna work for myself
I’m a classically trained opera singer who has had enough of side gigs. My last F&B job was for a private club that closed back in April. We were treated terribly by management. We found out that we were losing our jobs by the GM taking a vacation and texted the news to the accountant so she would be forced to tell us instead of the GM(the GM worked for corporate and got to keep her job). I had only worked there for 3 years but some people had worked there for 30 years, and didn’t even get the curtsey of being told face to face they were losing their job. Our healthcare was terminated our last day, we did not get our PTO payed out, and all we would receive was a severance worth 2 weeks wages. That is all some people got for 30 years of dedication, 2 weeks of wages. I have never been more angry on other peoples behalf.
This experience and looking at this sub has given me the resolve to just start my own private voice studio and work for myself in between performing. The security of a job with a corporation vs working for yourself is an illusion, because you never know when the text saying you’re all fired and are only getting two weeks severance for 30 years of your life is gonna come.
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2021.10.26 14:51 AlterBoi73 Help needed with fan game
Yo! Not sure if this is relevant to the subreddit but I need competitive balancing help with me and my friend's fan game. We're just looking for someone with good knowledge of competitive pokémon. all we need is someone who can help us every now and then with the balancing of the game. No need to do too much, just be active every now and then to help us. This is a serious project and we're not planning to discard it. We use discord so if you are interested my tag is: Swampz#0153
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2021.10.26 14:51 ReigningChampofSad Finding A New Doctor Near Me To Manage My SSRI Prescription
I have had a prescription for 20mg Citalapram since 2017. Over that time period I've (stupidly) experimented with cutting back on it or taking more than the dose prescribed depending on how my mood is feeling or events occurring in my life.
So, now in present day 2021 I've been putting off going back to my doctor for a physical which is when they would take a look at my progress with the prescription, and for whatever circumstances occurred leading up to that time I never got back in there to get them to manage it for me.
I was taking 30 mg instead of 20 mg throughout the summer because I was having a grand ole time, all to come crashing down to 0 mg starting last week because they wouldn't refill it for me until I came back in for an appointment.
This was obviously a huge fuck up on my part to run myself out before they could refill the next one for me, and what I thought wouldn't be a big deal has shown itself to absolutely destroy me. I didn't realize it would remove such a blanket of warmth over every facet of my life, because while on it I couldn't have told you it did me any kind of good, but now without it I absolutely see the effects of not keeping it in your system.
I tried going to a physical today but my doctor's office is now an hour from where I moved to, and I didn't plan it out well enough to go. So now I think what I have to do is find a doctor closer to me and get them to refill my prescription for me. Does anyone know if a prospective doctor's office can fill a prescription back up for me before seeing me as a transferring patient?
I feel absolutely awful without the SSRI. Definitely don't do what I've done folks. I thought it would be no problem for me but it is miserable feeling that downness of missing dopamine in your brain.
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