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When I was twenty three, I had a security gig at a dairy farm outside of Delphos, Ohio. It was a modest place, only holding a few dozen cows at any given time. My then-coworker, a thirty four year old “recovering” meth addict named Cory, had just been fired for letting a cow go missing on his watch.

A fireable offense in every sense of the word.

For starters, Cory was insane. By the time I’d met him, drug induced psychosis had rendered him virtually schizophrenic. On long nights spent with him during my training period, he’d tell me about CIA agents that were out to get him. He was convinced that they were broadcasting thoughts into his head via electromagnetic waves, and that they would stop at nothing to ruin his life. More than once, I’d catch him glancing over his shoulder, or peeking out of windows with a dumb look on his face, hoping to catch a glimpse of whoever was following him. That's the type of person that Cory was.

Each of our cows had an ear tag labeled with a number. At 8PM, they were each to be guided into their own respective stalls and locked in for the night. Padlocks became the norm after an incident with local kids a few years earlier. In the mornings, we’d have to carry around a clipboard containing each lock combination and individually release each one. It made for an annoying way to start the day, but the cows were a hell of a lot more secure that way. That's what made Cory’s story so unbelievable. He had claimed that the previous night, cow number Twenty Nine had been locked away in her stall along with the others. He told us that the only thing out of the ordinary that night was an obnoxious bat stuck in the rafters that he planned to deal with in the morning.

In order for his claim to be true, an intruder would’ve had to unlock the barn with a set of keys, unlock Twenty Nines stall with the correct combination, then reset both of the locks and leave undetected. Either that, or they picked up a sixteen hundred pound animal and leaped through a window. Considering Corys nasty habit of abandoning his duties in order to twitch and hallucinate in the corner, a small part of me believed that some two-bit thief might’ve been able to get one over on him. My boss, however, a fifty year old hothead, concluded that Cory must’ve been involved with the cow’s disappearance and promptly kicked him to the curb.

With nobody else to fill his position, my boss had offered to pay me extra for each of his duties that I could complete until we received a new hire. Naturally, I agreed. I’d be heading back to school in a few weeks and needed all the money I could get.

My first night back at work began normally. Since I’d now be doing the work of two security guards, I’d arrived early to get a head start on Cory’s checklist. I started by sweeping out the barn. Farmhands tried to keep the TMR in a long pile just in front of the stall doors so the cows could eat throughout the night, but that shit practically painted the floor by the time I got there.

Midway through, I’d noticed something reflective in the corner of the barn. I lazily swept a loose bit of corn and hay over to it to investigate. On the floor before me, was a neon yellow ear tag. I picked it up to examine it.

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Next to Twenty Nine’s ear tag were the skeletal remains of a bat. I guessed that was just another thing that Cory never got around to dealing with. I swept up the bones along with the rest of the barn. By the time I was finished, it was already 8PM.

I made my way out to the fields and then, one at a time, I guided each cow to its assigned stall. I got through about ten or so before I noticed something strange. Across the field, about fifty meters away from the others, was a lone cow.

It faced away from me, seemingly transfixed on a nearby cornfield. Seeing a cow on its own is nothing strange in and of itself, they need personal space the same as people do.

What was strange was the way that her tail stuck straight out from behind her, unwavering.

She stood as if she were afraid to slip, with her feet planted far apart. Perhaps the strangest of all, her head appeared to be tilted at a ninety degree angle.