THE MAZE: A Thriller Short Story

By Bettina Melher

Melissa and Anna’s gap year in Paris is nearing its end and Anna is desperate for one last adventure before heading back home. A journey into the Catacombs, a vast underground network of tunnels and caves, would be the perfect last thrill. Melissa is terrified and can’t shake the feeling that something terrible is going to happen...
Is she worried about nothing, or will the subterranean maze become their worst nightmare?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Bettina Melher
• Release date: Apr 30, 2015
• ISBN: 9781310597084

Bettina Melher

Bettina Melher writes dark stories that take the reader on a journey beyond the mundane. She loves everything to do with aliens, demons, the paranormal and the unexplained, ancient mysteries, and pretty much anything else that’s strange or just out of the ordinary. Bettina grew up in Vienna, Austria and now lives on the sunny Gold Coast in Australia with her husband. When she’s not writing, she’s reading, going for long walks on the beach, or she’s busy untangling the many story ideas inside her head. If you’d like to find out more about Bettina and her books, please visit her website (bettinamelher.com), or connect with her on Facebook (bettinamelherauthor) and Twitter (@bettinamelher).

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THE MAZE

A THRILLER SHORT STORY

Bettina Melher

Published by Bettina Melher

Copyright © Bettina Melher 2015

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without the prior written permission of the author.

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is strictly coincidental.

Cover Design Copyright © 2015 by Otto Melher

www.bettinamelher.com

Fiction – Thriller, Mystery, Suspense

Please note: The spelling in this book is Australian English

Don’t be scared, he said to me.

His name was Eric and his blue eyes gleamed with excitement. He was shorter than me, with a slim body and messy hazel brown hair.

I know the tunnels like the back of my hand, he assured me and smiled, revealing perfect white teeth. His English was very good, but I had to concentrate hard to make out every word through his heavy French accent.

The four of us, Eric, his friend Pierre, and my best friend Anna, stood by the road next to a tall brick wall. Eric