“Hey look, a cornfield, lets go,” I exclaimed, while thinking in the back of my mind, this is exactly how every horror story starts. Regardless, we proceeded, telling myself hah, it won’t happen to us.
First into the maze, despite the horrifying screams (children laughing) echoing down the false routes. Stepping over skeletons of previous adventurers who had given up hope in search of riches, we pushed forward. Then after wandering for hours I started to grow weak and hungry, on the verge of giving up all hope, I screamed WHY? WHY? WHY? did we enter. Out of nowhere, Orion my son, grabbed my wrist and pulled me to safety.
Gathering ourselves and doing inventory, we made a new plan and headed out. This time towards a covered bridge (another horror story beginning) that could quite possibly lead us to safety. As quick as we began we found ourselves running through a snake pit, crawling over a giant spider web and into the most unexpected geological formation known, a giant corn pit. Despite my panicked flailing I tried to remember if I was supposed to swim forward or do backstrokes. Regardless, it did not matter at this point, I was sinking fast in the corn pit (only adult in the pit).
Despite the evidence here showing my own children covering me with kernels of corn, I regained my composure. Crawling over the bales of hay we could see the bridge (please no headless horseman) and safety was within reach. And there she was with a big smile, Ami (wife, mommy, dragon slayer) guiding us in with her open arms.
Good times at Covered Bridge Ranch, where good times,adventures and horror takes are waiting.
Busy Dad 
Great “horror” and fun story John
El
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