The Haunted Maze

With an impish smile she avoided eye contact with me.
We stood in a line full of people bundled up for the cool weather.
Whatever had brought us here was now roaring up from the field ahead.
Women and children stood on tip toes to catch a glimpse of what lies in the corn.

While the autumn moon hung low above our heads we had prepared ourselves.
We watched as the group before us slipped into the maze sprawled out before us.
With a loud and beating heart we could hear the piercing screams echoing in the small valley.
We began to feel that this haunted corn maze was too much for our feeble courage.

We handed our tickets to the lady who leaned against a tall wooden post.
Weaving our way through the towering stalks of corn we began our journey.
Worry filled our eyes as the light from the farm was now at a distance.
We walked now in darkness hoping that our other senses would lend some use.

With a growl a chainsaw started up behind us and the sound grew as we were pursued.
While I knew that this was all for fun, I couldn't help but let out a shriek.
Would you believe that she pulled the hood of my sweatshirt to squeeze past me.
We have been friends for years, but this was thrown out the window in a moment with a laugh.

We wove this way and that through the dried rows of corn.
With an assortment of people dressed as creatures we found a small hut in the maze.
We teased and poked at each other to enter inside, I remained behind as she poked inside.
With a fear of being seen as a wimp I followed behind her to see a few actors leaning against the wall and unmoving.

We broke away from the hut and began down the path.
With the light around us growing brighter and brighter it seemed that we neared the end.
We endured a few final frights before we emerged out into the open among other guests.
While the maze took only a few short minutes it had felt like an eternity.

Windlessly we sank into the field with a cup of purchased hot cider.
We joked about how we would be awful companions if these ghosts and phantoms were real.
When the final sips of cider slid down our throats we meandered back to the car.
We sank into our seats in the vehicle still invigorated by our wonderful Halloween adventure.