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But
nothing
sent
chills
up
and
down
Thomas
's
spine
like
the
haunted
,
deathly
moans
that
somehow
escaped
the
creature
when
it
sat
still
,
like
the
sound
of
dying
men
on
a
battlefield
.
Seeing
it
all
now
--
the
beast
matched
with
the
sounds
--
Thomas
could
n't
think
of
any
nightmare
that
could
equal
this
hideous
thing
coming
toward
him
.
He
fought
the
fear
,
forced
his
body
to
remain
perfectly
still
,
hanging
there
in
the
vines
.
He
was
sure
their
only
hope
was
to
avoid
being
noticed
.
Maybe
it
wo
n't
see
us
,
he
thought
.
Just
maybe
.
But
the
reality
of
the
situation
sank
like
a
stone
in
his
belly
.
The
beetle
blade
had
already
revealed
his
exact
position
.
The
Griever
rolled
and
clicked
its
way
closer
,
zigzagging
back
and
forth
,
moaning
and
whirring
.
Every
time
it
stopped
,
the
metal
arms
unfolded
and
turned
this
way
and
that
,
like
a
roving
robot
on
an
alien
planet
looking
for
signs
of
life
.
The
lights
cast
eerie
shadows
across
the
Maze
.
A
faint
memory
tried
to
escape
the
locked
box
within
his
mind
--
shadows
on
the
walls
when
he
was
a
kid
,
scaring
him
.
He
longed
to
be
back
to
wherever
that
was
,
to
run
to
the
mom
and
dad
he
hoped
still
lived
,
somewhere
,
missing
him
,
searching
for
him
.
A
strong
whiff
of
something
burnt
stung
his
nostrils
;
a
sick
mixture
of
overheated
engines
and
charred
flesh
.
He
could
n't
believe
people
could
create
something
so
horrible
and
send
it
after
kids
.
Trying
not
to
think
about
it
,
Thomas
closed
his
eyes
for
a
moment
and
concentrated
on
remaining
still
and
quiet
.
The
creature
kept
coming
.
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