Into the Shadows of the Maze

Imagine yourself driving down an old country road and as the sunsets. You see a large wooden sign, painted by hand, and coming apart by the weather. A corn maze? You say to yourself, now I've never done that before, and what's the worse that can happen? Now you stand before the ever large maze, that calls out to you as if it were alive in a way, and now you feel as if you are being controlled by some force. Now if it's good or evil is another question. There is only one way to find out.