Backstory
As the annual harvest moon rises over the small farming town of Luna Grove, Illinois, the Residents ensure that they are home before dark. Traditionally known for its extra bright evening light, the harvest moon has helped farmers finish their field work as the sun sets during the busy harvest season. For generations, the legend of what happens during the harvest moon has been passed down, leaving some residents afraid, but many more skeptical of these mysterious and haunting events.
Margie Bloomfield is a third-generation farmer in Luna Grove who adamantly warns anyone she meets to be home with their doors locked and lights off long before the harvest moon rises.
Margie and her husband, Rich, live in her family’s white farmhouse on the edge of town. They grow corn on most of their land now, but Margie has a special orchard of apples that she grows just for her award-winning pies and for the local kids to come and pick each autumn. The orchard has existed since she was a child and has a beautiful white fence surrounding it to keep out pests of all kinds.
Rich’s barn is located around the back of the house and through the corn fields. This is where he keeps his small assortment of animals which mostly keep him company when he is tinkering on one of his many old pieces of farm equipment, passed down from Margie’s dad and grandfather.
When Margie was 11 years old, she snuck out of the house during a harvest moon to see what all the excitement was about. Every year in school, at church, and all through the town, somehow everyone knew to be home before the sun set on the evening of a harvest moon, but no one knew why; Margie decided she was going to find out. She snuck out of the house and began walking through the side yard. She stopped to check on the apple trees she had recently planted with her father. Margie heard noises coming from the barn and entered the corn field.
Her father woke up when he heard an animal screech and decided to check on Margie. He was horrified to see that she was not in her bed. Her father ran outside and screamed her name. As she approached the barn, she noticed the animals inside were no longer making noise. She heard her father’s voice and yelled back. Suddenly, something loud and vicious leapt out from within the corn field and began chasing her.
Margie was terrified, screaming loudly and running barefoot between the stalks of corn. She could not get a good look at whatever was chasing her, but it was unlike anything she had seen before. This monster ran like a dog, had the face of a wolf, the body of a black bear. Margie continued running and never looked back. The field was suddenly illuminated by the electric lights on her father’s new tractor. Margie was still running, even after she was sure the chase was over. She stood on the back porch watching the tractor lights zigzag through the field, destroying the corn. The loud hum of the tractor prevented her from hearing anything else.
The tractor slowly rolled out of the corn field and her father was not in the seat. One of the lights was flickering as it dangled down only being held on by the wire. The front grille was covered in a horrible mixture of what looked like blood and dirt, with remnants of the corn stalks pushing through the pieces of metal next to patches of a black and grey fur. Margie’s mother rushed her in the house, locked the door and once again turned off all the lights. They did not say a word to each other but somehow understood that Margie’s father was never coming back home after this harvest moon.
Margie Bloomfield is a third-generation farmer in Luna Grove who adamantly warns anyone she meets to be home with their doors locked and lights off long before the harvest moon rises.
Margie and her husband, Rich, live in her family’s white farmhouse on the edge of town. They grow corn on most of their land now, but Margie has a special orchard of apples that she grows just for her award-winning pies and for the local kids to come and pick each autumn. The orchard has existed since she was a child and has a beautiful white fence surrounding it to keep out pests of all kinds.
Rich’s barn is located around the back of the house and through the corn fields. This is where he keeps his small assortment of animals which mostly keep him company when he is tinkering on one of his many old pieces of farm equipment, passed down from Margie’s dad and grandfather.
When Margie was 11 years old, she snuck out of the house during a harvest moon to see what all the excitement was about. Every year in school, at church, and all through the town, somehow everyone knew to be home before the sun set on the evening of a harvest moon, but no one knew why; Margie decided she was going to find out. She snuck out of the house and began walking through the side yard. She stopped to check on the apple trees she had recently planted with her father. Margie heard noises coming from the barn and entered the corn field.
Her father woke up when he heard an animal screech and decided to check on Margie. He was horrified to see that she was not in her bed. Her father ran outside and screamed her name. As she approached the barn, she noticed the animals inside were no longer making noise. She heard her father’s voice and yelled back. Suddenly, something loud and vicious leapt out from within the corn field and began chasing her.
Margie was terrified, screaming loudly and running barefoot between the stalks of corn. She could not get a good look at whatever was chasing her, but it was unlike anything she had seen before. This monster ran like a dog, had the face of a wolf, the body of a black bear. Margie continued running and never looked back. The field was suddenly illuminated by the electric lights on her father’s new tractor. Margie was still running, even after she was sure the chase was over. She stood on the back porch watching the tractor lights zigzag through the field, destroying the corn. The loud hum of the tractor prevented her from hearing anything else.
The tractor slowly rolled out of the corn field and her father was not in the seat. One of the lights was flickering as it dangled down only being held on by the wire. The front grille was covered in a horrible mixture of what looked like blood and dirt, with remnants of the corn stalks pushing through the pieces of metal next to patches of a black and grey fur. Margie’s mother rushed her in the house, locked the door and once again turned off all the lights. They did not say a word to each other but somehow understood that Margie’s father was never coming back home after this harvest moon.