Every spring in smalltown Ohio, kids get a touch more daylight, wander a little farther from the front porch, and spend a bit more time off on their own, exploring.

One such spring, the Murphy twins were considered an Easter miracle. And now, almost 18 years later — Easter week, 1988 — the girls approach their birthday, and busybodies around town get a little anxious. Because every time their birthday falls on Easter Sunday, bad things seem to happen. And the neighbors have noticed.

A babysitter goes missing. The little girl up the road meets a bad end. Maybe it’s coincidence. Maybe living in a town dropped smack in the middle of farmland — with miles of corn in every direction — makes people feel isolated from the outside. Folks start to see evil where it isn’t.