My father had recently gained the ability to let us stay over bi-weekly. He was in a rough spot after a divorce trying to find his place in the world again. Meeting multiple women during this time; one he had met and introduced to us ended up sticking around. He moved in for a while with her and her family that still lived together on a farm. So by the will of dad that’s where we stayed over too. Whenever we were together of course. Drug use was infrequent but still possible in the household. Never had to see it personally. The house itself was old, surrounded by fields with a long drive cut through. Having to be stuck sharing a room with 2 other kids plus my brother wasn’t ideal. So I claimed top bunk for myself by a mix of being faster than most and not comprehending the consequences of pulling a kids foot backwards while he’s running up stairs. One time all the other kids went out with they’re respective degenerate parents. I was the only one sleeping when I randomly wake up to a calm night. I figure I just randomly woke up like usual and roll back over. Just as I do I hear a yell for help. That alone didnt worry me. It was a farm house! Any one of the 6 adults living there at the time could’ve been working and just asking for something. So I cover my ears with the blanket and force my eyes shut to sleep when I hear it again. I quickly jump down to glance out my already cracked window, to see if anyone was waving around. The only thing to see however was the long drive with a field surrounding a farm. Starring into the darkness only to have it look back at me made me increasingly uncomfortable; so I decided the best course was just to ignore it. I started turning from my window when I heard it AGAIN but much more pleading. I shoot instantly back and open the windo to hear it clearer. Almost as soon as I do the screams become blood curdling with a mix of unintelligible words but mostly help and screeching. To the point it sounded like whoever was scraming was about to puke they’re lungs out. It is still one of the worst sounds I think I will ever hear in my life. This man was pleading like he was going to die and I could not find him anywhere and so I began yelling out. No response. Nothing for several moments until I notice something shifting the corn in the field far far off. Not just something. Multiple things moving things that could not be wind for the night was calm. I instantly close my window and rush down stairs to go outside when I get a creeping realization of what I was really going to accomplish running outside. If there was a grown man who genuinely needed helped and was what seemed like being c h a s e d. What was a 10 year old supposed to do? Join his screams? Most people would end up grabbing they’re parents at this point. I was a pretty stubborn lone desperado kid though; thinking it would be quicker to lock every window and door in the house before even thinking trying to explain whatever the fuck was going on. Doing so I ended up walking past the front door. It had glass trim throughout so I decided to peek through it dreading whoever could potentially look back. I never seen anyone other than a car or two drive by within the 5 mins I took just starring into darkness. Being still spooked I walk back upstairs to look at the field and find nothing moving. No screams had happened since I went downstairs either. Not one. I stayed up till sunrise looking outside. Waiting. My father found me passed out on the windowsill and took me downstairs for breakfast. I didn’t query any of them thinking it was a dream until someone mentioned the doors and windows being locked while thinking they heard someone outside last night yelling or walking around. No one claimed party to this. I start instantly internally freaking out. No way that could have been real right? Later that day we are walking through the fields and find many many rows with broken or almost completely smashed. Normally corn doesn’t get that pushed down unless someone is maliciously attacking your harvest so that’s what it was just chalked up to. Not for me. I got all the confirmation I needed that something happened in that field that I may never truly want to know and question if I do still. I could not get a single one of them convinced that anyone was actually in the fields the night before. Rationalized it by wind and things being thrown around and discarded anything i said after. I ended up refusing to go back and haven’t seen the house sense or ever plan to in my life. Thankfully my dad didn’t end up with that woman and found someone else. If I have any in my life regret it is that I did not at least wake my parents the night it was happening. I am so so so sorry to whoever was out there that night and was left wanting. I feel s i c k for not doing the bare minimum of diligence for my common man. I hope he or whatever happened that night has found peace.