<span style="color: #FFFF00">It all began in a sleepy little town. A town so far out in the middle of nowhere it was not even on the map. This sleepy little town was often forgotten about in the every day life of people in the big city. This town everyone knew everyone. Nobody went far without somebody knowing about it. Nobody did anything without the whole town soon knowing it had been done. This sleepy little town rested nestled in a valley far from the prying eyes of outsiders. A town filled with shops and several cemetaries. This town had been on this land for many, many years. The rolling hills around the town sheltered it from others. Maybe by air you could see it. A small airport was on the outskirts of town. There was farms further out surrounding the town. The town inside housed a hospital, an asylum and a jail. The school on the far western side of town. The town so small it housed all the grades from Kindergarten through Twelveth grade in one large building. There was a small park on the eastern side of town. Leading into a memorial graveyard. This town survived all on its own with very little interaction with the outside world. Sure they kept up with the modern technology, they had cars, but they rarely interacted with those considered to be...outsiders.<br/><br/>This small fact might seem trivial but this lack of interaction with the outside world would lead to their utter and most untimely demise. For the rolling hills making up the city housed a deep and dark secret. This sleepy town was quite dark when night came casting eerie shadows all over the place. The wind picked up and seemed to howl through trees like a haunting spirit. The graveyards seemed to ripple and rumble with angry, unrestful and vengeful spirits. As if at any moment the dead would rise up from within their graves. The fountain seemed to drip blood to the shadows cast upon the town once night fell. The moonlight only seemed to add to the dark and haunting feeling that took over the town once night had fallen. No one ever ventured out at night. Believing the rumors of the places dark secrets...<br/><br/>Dawn was just beginning to rise. Everything seemed normal. Everything seemed like it was just going to be a normal day. Little did these foolish mortals know what was in store for them. The riddles of the worlds dark kept secrets were beginning to unfold even as sunlight began to peek over the horizon. The sunlights rays were supposed to be a sign of hope. The beginning of life but not on this day. No on this day something most dark and sinister was brewing. Well now dear children...this is where the plot begins to thicken. For no sooner was the sun half way risen and the people beginning to crawl from the bed than an earth shattering quake traveled through the town. Earthquakes were not a common occurance in this town. People began spilling into the streets one by one. Some in clusters. Dogs and cats began barking and meowling. Animals in the farms around the town began to freak out and make sounds of distress. It would be the animals who would be the first to know something was just not right.<br/><br/>For the people were pondering and fussing about what had just rippled through their sleepy little town. One by one the sounds of animals began to vanish. It was like the earth opened up and swallowed them whole. Perhaps it had. One by one the sounds of animals inside the town and the farms surrounding it began to abruptly and rapidly cut off. Silenced by an invisible and unseen force. Was this the work of demons? Was it the work of the devil? What evil could possibly be rippling its way through this town? Oh donâ€™t worry...they would soon find out. Very soon and nobody would ever have seen it coming...<br/><br/>The earth quaked with another earth shattering tremble. This one lasting longer than the first. Going still after a few moments longer than the first. The animals all silent by now. The townspeople unsure where they went, if they were hiding, or if they had simply vanished never to be seen again. To be accurate the latter was the most honest answer. Again the earth trembled as this time it began splitting apart at invisible seams. As if a tailor was taking scissors and inch by inch cutting apart the tapestry consisting of the ground. As the earth seemed to split apart the shape of a strange and eleaborate maze formed where the earth had fallen in. Rising up in place of the ground that had currently been there. It began to look like...a maze? The people began murmering about what was going on. About why there was a maze taking the place of the solid and flat grounds.<br/><br/>The Labyrinth reared up casting ear splitting, heart thumping and earth shattering noises as it crested above the earths crust and reached its bulky fingers towards the sky. Houses crumbling beneath the force of the city. Some people being cut off from others. Others falling down. The labryinth rose up and up and up. Rising high up in the sky. The stone and plant covered walls too high, too slippery, and too rocky to climb. Worst of all...it appeared to be tainted red in many places. The bottom of the maze roared with grinding noises to replace the ground of what had once been the town. The labyrinth.....had emerged.<br/><br/>Now you might be thinking its just a maze. Surely it canâ€™t be as bad as youâ€™re making it out to seem. However, this was no ordinary maze, and this was not going to be an ordinary day or period. It would be a dark and twisted array of events that not even the bible could have foreseen. This...was a maze meant for one thing and one thing only...death. The walls of the maze pitch black and covered in crimson hues. Spots of dried blood dotted and coated all over the floors and walls of the maze. The maze darkened even the risen sun that began to crawl higher into the daylight sky. For a moment it seemed the walls were covered in evil faces that seemed to crawl out of the walls. Then on the floor beneath a large and giant mouth and eyes began to form. An illusion that was being cast to start out the terror of this day. Then...the giant mouth began to laugh. Cold, cruel and sickening laughter. â€œBwhahahahahahahahahahahahaaaaaaaah....â€ Then the faces vanished as if they had never been there. In fact...they hadnâ€™t. The laughing noise however, had been very real. Very, very real.<br/><br/>The maze fell silent after the echoing laughter resounded into an abyss of darkness. All the sun did was make the bloody mess and skulls laying here and there that much more evident to see. Here and there was even whole skeletons. What lay in store for our poor, poor townspeople? Well...youâ€™ll just have to wait and see. The maze trembled as clicking, clanking, crackling, grinding, whirring, and many other sounds began to resound and resonate through the area. Something...was coming alive. The sounds halted but what had been activated...was already too late to be reversed.<br/><br/>The sound of metal whirring suddenly filled the air. Faint at first. Then it slowly began to grow louder. Then louder still. The whirring becoming ever so much closer. Inch by inch. Then it came in inches by inches. The sounds of bone crunching sounded out. The smell of bone dust floating through the air. The whirring drawing even closer still. A piece of skull fragment came flying through the air and konked middle aged man <span style="text-decoration: underline"><span style="font-weight: bold">DREW</span></span> in the head. Ouch. That had to hurt. As the sound came in loud and clear the source became so drastically evident. Low and behold it was none other than a circular ground saw speeding towards them. People jumped out of the way but not everyone was so lucky.<br/><br/>The three foot saw flew right through Granny Maria with sickening bone crunching sounds. Blood flying in every direction as the fast sawblade cut through her elderly body. Her hunched over body being cut straight through the skull which hung out from the body. Brain matter flying everywhere where a large bloody pink piece landed on <span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="text-decoration: underline">VERONICAâ€™S</span></span> cheek. Landing with a sickening splat. Spreading blood across the womanâ€™s lovely face. Yet the saw continued on like it didnâ€™t just slice a womanâ€™s head in half. Following the same path the poor already deceased woman continued to be mutilated by the floor saw. Granny Maria soon flew apart, each half of her smacking into the walls on either side of her. A sickening squelch spattering sound resonated from each piece, the force of the impact causing the bone fragments to spew from their designated slots in slow motion to the ground. Finally with the massacre slightly over, blood began to spill forth in a pool around each half of Granny as well as where the mysterious ground saw had been.<br/><br/>The saw whirring and seemingly shrank down and vanished into the floor. The floor seemingly smoothed over not leaving any trace of how the saw could have followed such a path. Seconds afterward the evil, sadistic, and twisted laughter rang out yet again. â€œBWHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAA...............â€ Before it slowly echoed then faded out. Then. There was silence. Eerie, biting, cold hearted, spine tingling....silence. An almost icy calm settling in over the area. A chill cold enough to send trembles down the spine like cold, undead fingers trailed down the bones of a personâ€™s spine. The smell of copper blood filling the air. Then as if intentionally had been held hovering there...Granny Mariaâ€™s cane clattered to the floor loudly. Then again...empty silence.<br/><br/>A creeky and groaning sound would suddenly be heard. Along with a haunting voice. â€œmeeeeeeeeeeeeeellllllllllllloooooooooooooooooody. come play with us........melody...........come play with us.â€ This was said in almost child like glee over and over again. Out of a wall an hollow deers head fell and landed where it covered right over <span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="text-decoration: underline">MELODYâ€™S</span></span> head. Darkening her view yet the haunting voice would sound ever so much closer. â€œMeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeelooooooooooody....... meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeloooooooooody Come PLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY with us.â€ The voice become almost taunting and challenging yet staying ghostlike and haunting. Now it was ringing all around her.<br/><br/>Blood trailed in a small river towards <span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="text-decoration: underline">JUNE</span></span>. Seeping up under her feet slowly. Oh so very slowly before continuing to trickle even smaller in slow motion. Splitting off around a pebble which had survived the changing of scenery. A set of skeletal barely fleshed hands crept towards <span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="text-decoration: underline">ANGEL</span></span> and began to slowly crawl up each of her legs. Moving past her but and creeping up her spine. Cold, icy dead hands playing with her back. One moves higher and touches the cold flesh to her neck. Almost as if massaging it or strangling it from behind. The hands merely touching her and pressing their iciness into her. The labyrinth was having too much fun playing with their minds. Using their fears against them. Oh so much fun indeed.<br/><br/>Near <span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="text-decoration: underline">JOE</span></span> a set of mirrors appeared as they slowly emerged from within the walls. As if the walls slid back and allowed them to come forth. One directly in front of <span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="text-decoration: underline">JOE</span></span> One on the left and right of him. The one in front a rather large mirror. Reflecting him perfectly on all sides but behind him where farmer McGee stood quaking in his boots. The reflection began to mock <span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="text-decoration: underline">JOE</span></span> and talk to him like one of the voices in his head. â€œCome on...you know you wanna do it. Do it. Doooooooooooo it.â€ The only one to see or hear the reflection moving and talking would be Joe. To the others it would look like ordinary mirrors. The maze playing of the mans already there hallucinations. The mirrors beginning to crack and form spider veins of broken glass through the entire mirror. Splitting the manâ€™s reflection into pieces as the reflection begins laughing evilly at Joe. The reflection still going. â€œDooooooo it. Doooooooo it.â€ Although it had yet to inform Joe what it was talking about. Leaving it up to the manâ€™s hallucinations to come up with it. The mirrors exploded into dust and vanished. A shard of glass ending up in Joeâ€™s right arm.<br/><br/>A giant tarantula slowly began to creep its way towards <span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="text-decoration: underline">MARTINEZ</span></span>. The large, oversized, light brown, and furry spider walking towards the man. All intentions to attack the man. Like a fly to the spiderâ€™s web only this spider was taking the web to the fly...so to speak. Slowly, oh so slowly, it approached the man. Beginning to climb up the side of his leg. Creeping its way up higher and higher. Crawling across the front. Its legs pulling the giant tarantula higher still. The man as of yet unnoticing of the giant tarantula but for how long? A second tarantula bolting towards Martinez and climbed up his back. Using its front legs to brush over the back of Martinezâ€™s neck.<br/><br/>A pecking sound began to resonate through the air. Peck peck. Peck peck. Peck peck. The pecking sound beginning to draw closer. Three zombie chickens in ninja suits were armed with num chucks. These zombie chickens were making their way towards <span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="text-decoration: underline">OZZY</span></span> with an ingrained vengence mind set. After all...he had killed them. Why shouldnâ€™t they get revenge? Of course they werenâ€™t going to kill him...they were just dead chickens. Clucking began to fill the air. Peck peck. Peck peck. The pecking started up again as soon as the clucking ended. The chickens came into view of <span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="text-decoration: underline">OZZY</span></span> and the leader raised a decaying wing and clucked out an order. The chickens drew their num chucks. They stood poised and ready to attack. Peck peck. Peck peck. The chicken on the left resumed pecking the ground. The chicken on the right began swinging the num chuck in circular patterns. The lead chicken clucked and began lunging forwards aiming to peck at <span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="text-decoration: underline">OZZYâ€™s</span></span> feet. The chicken on the right aiming to swing and hit <span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="text-decoration: underline">OZZY</span></span> in the stomach hard with the num chuck. None of these attacks intended to kill him. They were intended to scare the hell out of him.<br/><br/>A rattling and bone crunching sound began to resound through the air six feet away from <span style="text-decoration: underline"><span style="font-weight: bold">ALMEROTH</span></span> The sound of bones crinding across stone echoing through the air. Feet away skeletal hands and feet were pulling themselves in a northern direction. Mainly hidden by shadow but occasionally a ghostly white hue was caught admist the shadows. The sounds of bone clashing together could be heard. Within the shadows the bones of a skeleton were pulling themselves together. The feet twitching at the base of the leg bones as they reattached to the bottoms of the leg as if held together by some supernatural glue. The hands clenching and unclenching at the filangies (fingers). One middle finger popping up and flipping off the world darkly. These bones were reforming the body of a skeleton little by little. The skeleton held together by some dark and sinister force. The head was the last to reattach. Twisting its jaw into a sinister and evil grin. The twisted smile looking straight out of a horror film.<br/><br/>The legs began bending up at the knees. The spine bending in the middle as the waist pulled up ever so slowly. The skeleton face laughing with a mocking sound. This faded as the skeleton pushed itself up with its arms. Pulling itself to standing by the legs. Twisting its head around from being on backwards with a sickening crunch. The skeleton reached down to where it had just been laying. Boney hand reaching into the thickest of shadows and pulling out an item. Arming itself with it. Low and behold it was a blow torch. An item it had once used as a weapon against the maze to little avail. The skeleton began walking in a stalk towards <span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="text-decoration: underline">ALMEROTH</span></span>. Turning on the blow torch as its large blue flame shot out forwards and filled the air with a smoking scent. The twisted grin filled with such dark glee as it advanced towards Almeroth â€œWant to play with the fire? Letâ€™s play with the fire. Come on....just a little touch. Just a little firey kiss. It wonâ€™t hurt...too much.â€ Followed by a sinister laugh as it lunged fowards and nearly touched <span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="text-decoration: underline">ALMEROTH</span></span> with the flame but pulled back. Backing up and grinned darkly at Almeroth. â€œIt likes you. Did you see it? Let me show you up close...and personal.â€ The dark and taunting and mocking voice came from the twistedly grinning skeletons mouth.</span><br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>Martinez wasnâ€™t paying much attention until the initial sound of whirring saw filled the air. Jumping to the side mere moments before the saw cleanly began cutting Granny Maria in half. Poor old hag. That sounded like it hurt. He smirked a bit. Least it wasnâ€™t him. He now stood off to the side. Watching this time as the ladies two halfs flew to either wall with a sickening splat. This made him grimace and feel like throwing up. Then as if never there it vanished into the floor. Old man Perry sounded like he was swearing up a storm. He chuckled a bit. Leave it to the rest to be grossed out. He was out of the trail of the blood. At first he didnâ€™t notice the creepy crawling sensation shooting up his leg. It went unnoticed as he watched all that unfolded after Granny Maria was killed. Some reason he got the heart sinking feeling this was to be the first of these events to unfold. He suddenly felt a tickling at the back of his neck. Reaching behind him and pulled on what it was. Pulling it to in front of him and threw it. Looking down to see a second one. Holloring and trying to pull it off while it stuck on tight. â€œWHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAA GET IT OFF! GET IT OFF!!!!!â€ He yelled repeatedly. Trying to get the spider off of him. It just wasnâ€™t happening the moment he began screaming to get it off.<br/><br/>June wrinkled her nose then screamed as blood from Granny Maria went flying everywhere. Backing up as if this was one of the worst things that could possibly happen. â€œBloooooooooooooooooooood!!!!!!!!!â€ she yelled out in horror. Not even noticing as the blood began rivering its way down towards her. Suddenly feeling something warm and wet at her foot. Looking down and let out a shrill and ear piercing shriek. Promptly beginning to run away from it then around. â€œGET IT AWAY! GET IT AWAY! NONONONONONONONONOOOOOOOOOO! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH BLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!!!!!!!!!! NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!!!!!!! BLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!!!!!!!!!!â€ She screamed repeatedly. Running in terrified shock that it had TOUCHED her!