00:00This little boy sells red lemonade at the edge of a cornfield, but it's not made from lemons.
00:06My name is Sarah. This happened two summers ago in Kansas, near my aunt's farm. It was hot,
00:13and I had gone for a walk near the cornfield. That's when I saw him. A little boy, maybe six
00:18years old. He had messy brown hair and wore dirty overalls. He stood beside a small wooden stand
00:24with a hand-painted sign that said, Lemonade, 25C. He smiled at me, holding out a plastic cup.
00:31The lemonade looked strange. Not yellow, but dark red. What flavor is this? I asked. He said,
00:37fresh squeezed. His voice was soft, almost like a whisper. I didn't drink it. I just smiled and
00:43walked away. Later, I asked my aunt about him. She went pale. There shouldn't be any kids out here,
00:48she said, especially not by that field. She told me a boy went missing there 30 years ago.
00:53His body was never found. That night, I couldn't sleep. Around 2 a.m., I looked out my window and
01:00saw him again, standing by the corn, holding that red cup. He didn't move. He just stared at the
01:06house. The next morning, there was a cup on our porch. Still full. Still red. Guys, would you drink
01:13that lemonade? Be honest in comments section.
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