You join the queue. There’s only one person in front of you. You watch him buy a ticket from the strange man at the maze entrance.

The ticket-sellers at all the other attractions are wearing brightly coloured clothes as they shout and smile, trying to get the attention of passers-by. But this guy is wearing dull blue overalls and is quietly selling his tickets. No wonder the queue is so short.

The man’s hair is jet black and looks weird, as if it’s a wig. The kid in front of you goes in and the man turns to stare at you. His eyes are wide and unblinking. He’s sort of old, but the skin on his face is tight and slightly shiny, like he’s had too many face lifts.

You stick your hands in your pockets and rummage around for your money.

The man’s hand shoots out and grabs your shoulder in a vice-like grip.

‘No need for that,’ he says in a croaky voice, cocking his head to one side. ‘My name is Soldeed and you may go in for free. Compliments of the Management.’

He stares at you intensely with hard, lifeless eyes. A little thrill of fear shoots up your spine.

‘Most people look for the shortest path through the maze,’ he continues. ‘But I reckon you can find the centre, with its fortune and secrets … if you dare.’

Soldeed releases your shoulder and gives you a small push towards the entrance. You stumble and look back at him. He is now taking money from the next kid. A line of eager boys and girls has formed behind you.

You look at the entrance – a doorway with a tatty black curtain.

The kid behind you pays her money and goes past, disappearing behind the drape.

You hesitate, still feeling creeped out by that Soldeed guy. Perhaps you should return to the rollercoaster?

If you decide to push aside your misgivings and enter the Maze of Doom, go here.

If you choose to go back to the rollercoaster, go here.