Jacky the killer

As finish the evening Chores and make sure the goats and chickens Are all Safe for the Night,a cold chill Runs down your spine. A forbiding dread seems to Full the air. You Spin around sure someone is watching you but instead See nothing. You make haste to get back inside but as you Cross the Edge of the corn field,the brezze stops dead and you hear Almosen in your mind in a Woman‘s Voice. Are you lonely ?