Welcome to Wednesday One Shots, the bi-weekly series where we share a bonus story with you in the middle of the week.

This time around we have a story by Tonkatsu.

And this isn't your typical let's-not-meat story.

Let's say it's not your average stalker.

My parents live in a fairly remote area in the UK with many fields surrounding the house,

including a large wheat field and a bypass road running alongside it.

Back when I lived with them in 2002, I was in my early 20s. For context, I'm a male, and I would

often walk back home, quite late at night, after being at the pub or a friend's place. But I would

always take a shortcut through the field. As I was walking, I could see into the house even when I was about 10 minutes away.

One night at around 3 a.m., I was coming back from a friend's place.

I was a little drunk and stoned, but as usual, I crossed the field.

At this time, the wheat in the field was at least waist-high, and when I was about halfway

through it, I got a bit paranoid.

I have a hell of an imagination, so I often scare myself when I'm out in the dark.

I was constantly looking around and behind me.

The field was wide open, so I could see all around myself for a long way.

But my paranoia kept me wondering if someone was hiding in the wheat.

I wasn't seriously considering this, but it did come to mind,

since I was drunk and a bit stoned, and it was 3 a.m.

I turned back to face my house just as something smacked into the side of my head and almost

knocked me to the ground.

Adrenaline started kicking in as time seemed to freeze.

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