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A cool shudder trickles down your spine. Glancing around nervously, you see eyes staring at you from behind layers of corn, seemingly penetrating your very being. Cold, hesitant light streams from a hallowed moon, casting eerie shadows on the ground. As you walk forward, you can't help but feel that someone is following you. Whirling around, you see nothing but an empty path. 'Turn back' you hear in your mind, but you swallow a nervous whimper and continue into the darkness. You enter deeper into the maze not knowing where it leads. Shadows seem to swirl around your feet, sucking you in. In a burst of panic, you fumble and try to run but the path is endless. Fear settles in and deep down you know you're not alone in the dark. Something brushes your back. You turn, but there is nothing. Nothing you can see, that is. You can hear the autumn wind howling, and it almost sounds like laughter to your panicked mind. A low chuckle breaks your thought process, directly in front of you. You scream, there is no escaping where it leads. Shadows seem to swirl around your feet, sucking you in. In a burst of panic, you fumble and try to run but the path is endless. Fear settles in and deep down you know you're not alone in the dark. Something brushes your back. You turn, but there is nothing. Nothing you can see, that is.You can hear the autumn wind howling, and it almost sounds like laughter to your panicked mind. A low chuckle breaks your thought process, directly in front of you. You scream, there is no escape.