Lost in the Chase

He leans in closer, the glow of his mask illuminating my face. His fingers press firmer against the back of my neck, anchoring me in place.

"I'll give you a head start, princess," he whispers, his voice silk and sin.

Then...

He vanishes.

No footsteps.

No rustle.

Just gone, like he was swallowed by night, as if he was never there.

This moment haunts my every thought.

It all began on Halloween night.

A millionaire's party where I didn't belong.

A hedge maze crawling with shadows and creatures, waiting...