i hate corn mazes. why did i come? i can hear the pattering of feet behind me, and it doesn’t sound like only two. i cant seem to catch up with myself. ‘he’s after me, run, faster!’ is all my mind seems to be able to think. my mind can’t keep up with my feet. they’re getting closer. they’re right behind me. then, i hear a terrible cracking sound. my hair and scalp seem to magically get wet. then all my mind can seem to think is, ‘i have a terrible headache.’ then the ground is pressed against my slowly cooling body.