by Mariah Smith
One night on October 31, my mom took me on a trip to the humungous maze in Haunted Town. It was a very long way there. Suddenly I started feeling drowsy. We pulled up into a boring, deserted looking driveway. My mom and I got out of the car and headed for the man behind the ticket stand. He had a black bow tie, with a black outfit that matched it. We paid for our tickets and we started for the maze. All of a sudden, he gripped my wrist. I tried to cry out to my mom, but my voice got stuck in my throat.
I tried to swallow as I watched as his face start to melt. I jerked away from him and ran into the maze, helplessly. My mom disappeared a few seconds ago, so I thought maybe I could find her. I turned a left and then a right. I thought I saw my mom so I called out to her, but when she turned around, it wasn’t my mom. It wasn’t even human! Instead, it was an ugly beast with four eyes, six antennas, and two white tongues. I screamed and ran away from there. I ran back around the corner and a bat fluttered in my face. I tipped back and hit the ground. I struggled up, but eventually made it. I ran through the maze for about five minutes, ignoring the exit because of the major ‘melt down’. I sat down as startled as a mouse in a cat chase. I struggled to my feet to find a different exit. I tiptoed on the crunchy leaves. I finally found an opening. I dashed toward it. Suddenly a figure jumped in front of me.
I stopped dead in my tracks. My eyes got wide as I stared into the eyes of a man-hungry werewolf. I turned away and gave a terrorizing cry. I knew I’ve gotten to the middle of the maze when I heard the sound of a swinging sword. I looked in front of me and saw a bloody knife coming my way. As it got closer, I heard the screams and cries of people going through the same thing, only worse. A ghost popped out from the vine wall that made the maze. I looked up expecting to see bats, but instead I saw deadly black clouds heading toward the cheesy moon. I looked behind me. I looked in front of me. The knife was gone. I paced back and forth wondering if I should risk going back to the car, or stand here to rot. I defiantly picked the first choice. I waited a few seconds to see if anything wicked would happen. Nothing did. I glanced behind me to see nothing, then continued on. I turned the corner and jerked to a halt, my eyes bigger than golf balls. I saw the werewolf digging into the flesh of a bat. I took deep breaths as I slowly walked backwards. I must have been breathing too heavily because the werewolf froze and looked behind him. Luckily, I was behind a wall of vines. Then he went back to eating. I turned around and almost laughed as I saw a three-foot yellow sour patch kid smiling at me.
Things weren’t so funny when it got an evil look on its face and it turned red. I thought they were sour, then sweet, but I guess nothing is normal in this maze. I watched as he ran at me in his three inch feet. It was a little hilarious watching him struggle as he ran. To my surprise, the massive candy turned small and helpless. I ate him up. He was delicious, but there was a funny taste in him that made me feel a little funny. The next thing I knew, I was growing taller. At first I thought it was a good thing, until I realized I was attracting every things attention.
