Mom was horrified. You would be too if you discovered one or more bodies on your property. She wasted no time in contacting the hospital, and paramedics and the police arrived on the scene seconds later. One of the officers ordered us to go in our house and remain there until we were told to come back out. So there we were. Mario, my mother, and I were either wandering around the kitchen or peering through the small window.

It was my turn to "spy" on the cops and paramedics. I squinted through the window and witnessed two cops reaching into the bags and helping the poor paramedics out and to their feet.

"The paramedics are alive," I told Mario and Mom. "They were just helped from the bags."

The two paramedics that came with the officers wrapped long, white towels around their fellow workers and put them in the back of the ambulance. One of the paramedics then jumped out and hurried to the wheel. The ambulance started up and was on the road a minute later.

I moved away from the back door and prayed for the paramedics for having to go through such trauma. Mom walked over to the back door and peered outside. By the shakiness in her voice, I could tell that she was nervous.

"Never in my days did I think that our beloved cornfield would be a crime scene" she commented. "Who would ever want to kill innocent paramedics and bury them in the cornfield?"

I hesitated before speaking. I was going to answer that our scarecrows would do such a thing, however, this was not the best time. She was worried and afraid of the worst outcome. Besides, she would not believe me and just say that I was crazy or something.

I walked until I was next to her and patted her back, giving her comfort. "Everything will be okay, Mom. As long as you and Dad had nothing to do with the attempted murders, the police cannot arrest you or him."

"Speaking of your dad, where is he?" Mario piped in.

"Yeah. Mom, where is Dad?"

Before she had the chance to reply, two officers pushed open the back door and forced their way into our home. There was a total of four cops, and the other two cops remained in the cornfield and continued their investigation.

The officers who were now in our home had the most serious expressions that I had ever seen. They were not playing around. One was a male, and the other was a female. She was holding a notepad and a pen.

"We have some questions for you three," the male officer stated in a firm tone. "Each of you will take turns and tell us what you were doing at the time of the incident." He eyed us suspiciously. My mom. Then Mario. Then me.

He plopped in one of the kitchen chairs, and we sat across from him. The female cop had to remain standing because there were no other chairs. Mom was kind enough to offer her a chair from another room, but the cop politely declined and jotted down notes.

"Since that you are the grownup, we will begin with you," the male officer said to Mom. "The missing paramedics had gone missing late last night. Did you hear it on the news?"

"I am sorry, but no. My husband and I were busy at the time."

"What were you and your husband doing that was more important than sleeping?"

"We shopped at the garden store that is not far from here."

He leaned forward. "You were at the garden shop in the dead of night?"

"It was still open, sir, and the owner was more than happy to serve us. If you do not believe me, ask the owner. He will tell you the same thing."

"I will do that." He instructed his partner to write that they had to pay a visit to the owner of the shop. He grinned at me. "Hello."

I forced myself to smile and waved to him. "Hi."

"What is your name?"

"Robin."

"And how old are you, Robin?"

"Fifteen years old."

"Tell me, Robin, and be honest with me. Where were you last night?"

"I was here in this house, and then at Mario's."

"Who is Mario?"

I pointed at him. "This is Mario. He is my best friend."

"May I ask why you went to your friend's home?"

"It is a long story."

"Go ahead. I have all the time in the world, and my partner has plenty of ink in her pen."

I cleared my throat and straightened my back. "I woke up in the cornfield."

"Wait a minute. You were sleeping in the cornfield?"

"Yes. I am unsure as to why."

"Okay. So you found yourself in the cornfield. And?"

"After I escaped the cornfield, I realized that a nail was piercing my skin." I raised my hand to show him. "I came inside to seek help, but my parents were not home. They had left a note for me."

"Do you have the note?"

"I left it on the kitchen floor."

"My apologies," Mom said. "I found the note and threw it in the trash."

"Did you take your trash out yet?"

"My family and I do not take care of our trash until it is the end of the week."

The officer got up from the chair. "Where is your trash bin?"

"Over by the fridge. The bin is an aqua color."

He located the trash bin and rummaged through it. He scooped up a ball of paper, unfolded it, and showed it to me and Mom.

"Is this the note that you and your husband left for your daughter?"

"Yes, but...why is there a huge splat of blood on it?"

"You tell me." He set the paper on the table.

I examined the note - and realized that the blood was over my name.