Ellen had heard the screams, and the rumors. The rumors alone would have been enough to encourage her, but when she arrived at the fair with a sawn-off shotgun tucked under her duster, it hadn't taken long for her to realise this was far more than hearsay.
She got a ticket for the maze, and stepped inside. At the first corner, she pulled a ball of bright yellow twine out of her pocket, and attached it to a branch. She'd read myths as a kid...some of it had stuck. Unrolling the twine as she began to walk, she headed deeper into the maze.