The garden maze behind the old estate was a popular attraction during the day, but at night, it became something else entirely. One evening, I stayed late and found myself trapped inside as the sun set. The paths I’d taken twisted and shifted, and the familiar exit disappeared. The maze wasn’t just confusing it was alive, rearranging itself to keep me inside.
As darkness fell, eerie whispers floated through the hedges, and shadows danced just out of reach. Panic set in as I realized the maze didn’t want me to leave. Every turn I took led me deeper into its heart, and the longer I stayed, the less certain I was I’d ever find my way out. It felt like the maze was feeding on my fear and I was its next victim. Shutdown123