The Maze The Lost Labyrinth

CHAPTER 37



When Darrell Gene woke up, he wasn’t bleeding out in the Burroughs’ living room. He was somewhere else; in a place that was dark and creepy and full of devious laughter. It was a place made up of hallways that twisted and turned. It smelled like sickness and disease and the faintest hint of sulfur.

He didn’t know what had happened or how he got here, but the voices in his head weren’t just in his head anymore. He heard them whispering at the end of the corridor. They were here with him in the flesh.

Darrell Gene trembled with fear and turned to run when he inadvertently kicked something with his foot.

He looked down to see a glass bottle with a note inside.

Frantically, Darrell Gene pulled the note out and strained to read it in the dark.

“This is a maze of disgrace. You are trapped here until you figure a way out. There is a minotaur loose in these hallways who would like nothing more than to feast on your transgressions. There are worse things than the minotaur. This is your own personal journey. Make the most of it.”

Darrell Gene read the note a second and a third time, trying to make sense out of it all.

He didn’t get a chance to read the note a fourth time.

He was interrupted by the clop-clop-clop of hooves on cement. Something was coming.

“Hello.” A deep voice thundered from the other end of the hallway. “I’ve been expecting you.”

“No!” Darrell Gene turned and ran.