He stared up from the cornfield, not knowing how he got there. As consciousness slowly returned to his mind, he felt the cold of the ground on his back and the taste of blood in his mouth. The field was dead silent; he’d never heard anything more terrifying.

“Little wonder up so high, sing me sweet your lullabye….” It sounded like a little girl’s song, but the voice was not that of a vibrant child. It’s almost as if she is forced to sing.

A soft breeze came across his body, moving stray hairs away from his eyes. He saw the sky getting darker. He had to move before the black set in.

Bending his knees slowly, he raised his head off the dirt. He felt a heaviness weighing him down, but persevered. As he began to raise his hands, they thrust back into the ground, pulling his entire body back with them. He tried to move them again, but still they stuck down.

And then the cold metal around his wrists became as clear a touch as ever. Desperately turning back, he realized there was no escape.