Clover

As you finish the evening chores and make sure the goats and chickens are all safe for the night, a cold chill runs down your spine. A forbiding dread seems to fill the air. You spin around sure someone is watching you but instead see nothing. You make haste to get back inside but as you cross the edge of the corn field, the breeze stops dead and you hear almost in your mind in a woman's voice. Are you lonely?