Steven followed silently in the footsteps of Laura, with the questions about the place and Laura's secret still pounding his head.
"Why couldn't she have told me about it before?" "What exactly does she mean by "this maze feeds on our sould and our regrets"?"
"Can't we stay back or at worse wait for the sunrise, Laura?" he said aloud, more to divert his own mind from the questions in his head than anything else.
Laura didn't say a word but looked back at him. Her lips didn't move but her eyes, which had a glazed look in them, moved sideways to perhaps point at something. Or someone?
Steven couldn't understand it but before he could ask her about, she started to move slowly towards something.
"Is it a door?" he wondered, as he noticed a little black entrance door some twenty feet away. Laura had increased her pace considerably and was already nearing the door which almost shined when moon's silvery night hit it. Steven ran towards Laura so that both of them could enter the maze together, if they had to.
"Hey Laura, wait," Steven's yell to stop Laura cut through the misty silence which engulfed the place. Laura on the other hand, seemed to be stooping down to enter the maze, rather oblivious to the cries of Steven.
Laura might as well have been a zombie because she was surely behaving like one.
Steven, breathing heavily with mouth open, kept running towards her but just before Steven could pull Laura back, she slid like a slithery long snake into the maze.
Steven stood at the entrance, hands clutching the side of his belly, badly panting for breath.
"What has gone into her?" he wondered. Just then, he heard a wailing of a lady, the kind of which reaches to your heart, the guts and then slides a knife into them both. It was a horrendous cry, as if someone had died in a house.Or as if someone was suffering dearly and was on the death bed. Every now and then, the wailing would stop only for some murmuring to start in its place followed by another set of mourning.It was sickening.
"Who was she?" he wondered and what he heard next answered it. He wished he didnt hear the answer because it made him feel sick to the stomach,
"You let me die, Steven. Why?" Steven shuddered as he realized whose voice was it. "Why you left me to burn in the hell when you could have taken me with you?"
"Mamma," Steven called out aloud recognizing the voice. He slid hastily into the tiny entrance, bruising his knees and elbows in the process. He banged his head against the tiny concrete piece too and started to bleed as a result. But he simply didn't care. It was as if some madness overtook him and all he wanted was to see his mother.
"Mamma," he cried out again. He must have surely been out of his senses else he would have remembered that his mother had died some seven years ago. Some said she died when their cottage caught fire. Other said that somebody had set her on fire as she practiced witchcraft. Till date, he didn't know the real truth about it. All he knew was that he regretted it to this day and missed her the most in this world.
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