Rows — Chuck Grossart

Meagan Fischer wakes from the accident bloodied, disoriented, and alone. She remembers tires squealing, the Chevy's slow-motion cartwheel into the late summer tasseled corn, and the sickening crunch of failing steel, but the car -- and her injured fiancé -- are nowhere to be seen.

As her senses return, she recalls one other thing quite clearly...the eerie figure they swerved to avoid. And she feels it lurking now, among the rows.