The engine stalls, sputters, chokes. A blighted mass of husks hang loose from the crack of the hood, your car has been force-fed the field you find yourself stuck in. Corn grows from all directions – even sprouting from the roof of the cavern. You step outside the car and recoil at the touch of each stalk. Like flesh, like flesh, like flesh, they feel. The air is heavy with their dust. And before you know it, you are what walks behind the rows.

 

Until the Next Time (End Title) – John Harrison

Theme from Children of the Corn – Robert Walsh