The Fall of Candy Corn by Debbie Viguié Page B

catch Kurt before he left. Just as she entered that part of the park, people were streaming out. She could tell from the costumes they had to be coming from the Mummy’s Curse. There were mummies, people with animal heads, and a guy who looked like he was being eaten alive by scarab beetles.
    Suddenly one of the mummies collapsed onto the ground. Several people dropped down to check on the person. Someone in black clothes got on a walkie-talkie.
    â€œWe have a mummy down. I repeat, a mummy is down.”
    Candace bit her lip. Josh had warned her that every weekend at least one mummy fainted from the heat of the costume. This must be the first one, and Scare hadn’t even started yet.
    Suddenly the guy covered in scarab beetles noticed Candace. “Hey, look! It’s Candy!” he said, pointing to her.
    Several people came up to her, talking all at once.
    â€œWow, it’s really you!”
    â€œI’m so sorry about what happened. That must have been terrifying!”
    â€œKurt told me about how the psycho locked him in the bathroom. He said he could hear you screaming but couldn’t come to help.”
    â€œDid the guy hurt you?”
    â€œWait, Kurt said what?” Candace asked, not sure if she had heard right and unclear who in the group had said it.
    â€œAll right, coming through!” a loud voice boomed.
    Everyone turned to see paramedics with a stretcher. The group moved closer to the fallen mummy.
    â€œHeat exhaustion,” one of the paramedics said. “Happens every year.”
    â€œWhat did Kurt say?” Candace asked again. No one was listening though.
    Candace shook her head and kept walking. Kurt couldn’t really be helping spread the urban legend, could he?
    She made it to the entrance of the Horrific History maze just in time to catch Kurt as he was leaving.
    â€œHey, there’s my Candace!” he said brightly, as though nothing had happened earlier.
    â€œHey,” she said.
    â€œHow’d it go?” he asked.
    â€œGood, but I’m exhausted already. I can’t imagine how I’m going to survive the weekend.”
    â€œIt’s amazing how much adrenaline can help with that. Once people are running through the mazes laughing and screaming, it will give you a boost. You’ll probably sleep half of Monday, but I guarantee you’ll make it through the weekend.”
    â€œI hope so.”
    â€œIt’s going to be an awesome year, I can tell. Everyone’s already really excited. Your maze is incredible. It will have them lining up halfway across the park.”
    â€œAbout that. Kurt, did you tell people that there really was a psycho killer who chased me through the park?” she asked.
    â€œNo. Other people told me that,” he said with a smile.
    â€œDid you tell them it wasn’t true?”
    â€œI tried, but gave up. People would rather believe it’s true.”
    â€œSo, what did you tell them?” she asked.
    â€œI might have said that the psycho locked me in one of the bathrooms so that I couldn’t come to your aid.”
    â€œYou didn’t!”
    He smiled impishly. “And it’s possible I said that I could hear you screaming but couldn’t crawl out of the window because it was too small.”
    â€œKurt! How could you lie like that?!” she asked, amazed.
    â€œAnd it was probably me that mentioned that I broke my arm trying to batter down the door.”
    She stared at him in disbelief. Now it was easy to see why she was fighting a losing battle in proclaiming the truth. For every truth she told, Kurt told a lie, and so the legend only grew.
    â€œYou’re not helping, you know.”
    â€œWhat? People are going to believe it anyway. All I’m doing is adding a little flavor, making it a little more interesting. That’s all. A year from now people won’t even be able to link it to us. Might as well have fun with the urban legend while we