BOO

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My friends and I walk into the fair ground, our arms linked and smiles on our faces. We had just brought our tokens and had just enough to go on everything at least once. We had been planning this trip for weeks, as soon as we heard about the fair we started saving to go. Fairs rarely ever come to our town. The last time I went to a fair I was four, I am now 16.

The first ride we went on was the waltzers. We took up two cars because there was six of us. About an hour had passed and we were all on our last token. There was only one thing we hadn't been on yet. The mirror maze. I have heard some awful things about mirror mazes. Apparently kids have gone missing in them. We each have the person in the booth our last token and agreed we would stick together.

Our plan didn't work very well, I got left behind. Not on purpose though. At least I think? I tried to find my way out but i couldn't figure it out. Suddenly a gush of wind ran through the maze hitting me in the face making me shiver and regret not bringing a jacket. I could hear my fiends calling out my name but their voices changed into something of a whisper calling out for me to follow it. The mirrors were starting to be replaced by windows covered in fog and everything was going dark. I was beginning to go dizzy and couldn't keep my self steady.

"BOO!" Someone shouted from behind me. I don't know exactly what happened after that. Guess I passed out. All I remember is feeling by body being dragged across a stone cold floor.

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