In 2004, before I had a cell phone, I was working a split shift and coming home around 7:30 at night. I stopped at a pay phone on the way, called home to see if the hubby was there (he was planning to be out that night), and got the answering machine. I went to the next phone and called again, in the event he’d been in the bathroom or someplace. Still no answer. So, I stopped to get carryout for myself and continued on home, knowing that hubby wasn’t there.
When I pulled up in front of the display, I noticed the wind that night had done a bit of knocking over, particularly of the scarecrow. So I pulled alongside the road and went thrashing through the ditch to get to my props. While adjusting the cornstalks and trying to get them upright, I heard a noise, and thought I saw movement out of the corner of my eye. I turned my head, didn’t see anything, so just shrugged and continued what I was doing.
After another minute or so, I turned around and there was a figure next to me, with a headlight on top of its head. I started screaming, and screaming, and couldn’t stop for a good ten minutes. It was my dear husband, who I KNEW wasn’t home, who’d seen the car on the side of the road and came down quietly through the woods to see if there was something suspicious going on.
I still get a good laugh about it. Oh, the headlight was a headband flashlight he has for hands free stalking. And that wasn’t cornstalking!