The farm had been abandoned, for no
buyer would touch it--yet the red corn came back. New
scarecrows appeared. And noises were heard--screams...pleading...animal
sounds...crying children...and hollow, ringing, insane
laughter--but no one was ever seen.
Once October ended, so did the sounds and strange sights.
Had Eli returned, or was it some sick joke? As years
went by, there were reports of the same every October,
but the locals were none too keen to investigate, and
let the matter stay closed. It was an unspoken agreement
that you didn't go near the Atrum farm if you had any
After about fifty years, the abandoned farm and the
legend of "Old Eli" were tales told by parents
to misbehaving children...'Old Eli's gonna gitcha if
you don't stop hitting your sister!', and so on. The
story had come to be regarded as just that--a story.
Local kids dared each other to race through the abandoned
cornfield to the Atrum family cemetery on the other
side. The site of the old farm had become known as 'Creepy
Hollow,' an image that a new generation of town officials
wanted to put down forever so they could attract buyers
for the potentially valuable land, so they hired a carnival
to set up on the site that autumn, and offered free
admission to everyone in town. The elders among them
stayed away; but young people and children being what
they are, the carnival (complete with big tent) was
At the height of the merriment, the big tent caught
on fire and went up like dry tinder in a strong wind.
The cause: Unknown. Dozens of townspeople and carnies
were burned alive. No one went near the place--in October,
or otherwise--for years after that. The dark history
of Creepy Hollow was firmly established and respected.
Still, young people and children being what they are,
Creepy Hollow persists...the cries, the voices, the
apparitions--wraithes or fantasies? If you dare to walk
this trail, you'll know one thing is certain...There's
something in the corn.