Hello, my fine friends! I hope you enjoy this next chapter of my book! Oh, and special thanks to the people that reviewed, you guys are awesome! -PM

Chapter 9

Boy, was I in a rut. Everyone had expectant gazes set on me. Why? Because of Caroline. I was starting to really admire Camelio's sanity; I couldn't last a week in their household.

"Well..." I started nervously, "I can sort of hear things."

"Huh, hear things," Caroline exaggerated. Her facial expression was blank. "Elaborate."

"Well, when we first got here I started to hear these voices in my head."

"What did they say?" Caroline pressed on.

"See, that's the catch; I can't understand what they're saying." Caroline looked somewhat disappointed.

"And you?" She looked at Liza.

Liza looked disappointed.

"I was hoping you wouldn't ask me. I can sort of see my surroundings and know, like, their history to a certain degree."

"What do you know about this place?" I inquired.

"Well, that's the thing," Her brow furrowed. "Have you guys ever heard the tale of the Minotaur?"

The silence was so thick you could cut it with a knife. Of course we'd all heard the legendary story of the man who used a ball of yarn to find his way out of the maze which he had entered to slay the beast. As the story goes, his venture was successful, and he got out alive. The follow up, however, has never been seen. I had a nagging suspicion that we were about to become part of the unheard sequel.

Liza gulped.

"These aren't just tunnels, Jackson, this is a maze;" Liza confirmed. "And I have reasons to believe the Minotaur isn't completely dead."