the-mighty-birdy:

c-has-a-blog:

my thing about midwestern horror/gothic, at least in my personal chunk of it, is how easy it is to be completely out of civilization, a five minute drive from my dorm, a two minute drive from my grandmas house, all you have is fields and sky and scattered barns and farmhouses and copses of woods, it is not the fear of being stranded in wilderness bc it hasnt been wilderness in living memory, its the fear of /isolation/, i have lived in one of those scattered country farmhouses, i had been on road trips w/ my dads parents to the various isolated properties they owned, trying to sleep in those houses is /hard/, its so dark and quiet, the fear inherent there is that if you screamed, no one would hear you, if you need help you’d have to walk at least a mile to the nearest house, that if you walk too far in one direction the fields and the sky will swallow you right up, especially in the winter, in the summer at least fields can be signs of civilization, in the winter its not wilderness, its not civilization, its desolation, and the idea that you could be swallowed up by desolation and never be seen again, in these isolated little pockets, that you could just fade into nothing like so many crumbling farmhouses, that that desolation could somehow creep into town, that everything around you could crumble back into the earth we took it from, that is what midwestern gothic is to me, thats why its scary to me, and thats why id be interested in seeing it more in the horror genre

In summation that corn is fuckin scary as shit