The costumes companions came to face the labarynthian maize. It was surprisingly sprawling- then again, the farm got a lot of mont from this even each year, so it wasn't too surprising that they'd keep ramping it up each year. The maze attendant, hunched over and dressed as a goblin, gave them an unsettling grin and a wave as he let the three of them through the gate.
As the wooden gate creaked behind them, the three girls came to face to face with three cornstalk corridors- one to the left, one to the right, and one straight ahead. Each girl gravitated to a different one.
"Let's go right!" Molly shouted, already starting down the path. She was about to turn a corner when she realized her friends weren't following her. "That's what you're suppossed to do in a maze, right? Follow the right wall?"
"I don't know if that really works..." Stacey started. "The center path is as good a place as any, I think..."
"I have a good feeling about this way," Racel said, pointing down the left corridor.
Molly pouted, the ghastly makeup turning her frustration into a frightening visage. "Whenever you have a 'good feeling' about something, it always turns out terrible!" She folded her arms, turning to face the right path. "I'm going this way!"
Now it was Rachel's turn to pout, placing her hands on her heavily bandaged hips. "That's not true! I always have great instincts! And I say we go left!"
Feeling the two girls glaring through her at each other, Stacey the black car was starting to feel pretty unlucky. Knowing that her friends weren't going to change their minds, Stacey made her own choice...
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