It'd be so sad if you paid $10 to navigate the Halloween corn maze, and you never make it out. That's a waste of $10. They'd find your bones the following year, in the new corn maze, your remains would have fertilized the new corn stalk growth. Your ghost would haunt the corn maze.
In the future, someone might pay to go through the corn maze.
"Psst," you'd whisper through a corn stalk.
"Did you hear that?" that someone would ask their corn maze partner.
"Was it a ghost?"
"Yea, it's me. The corn maze ghost," you'd say, spookily.
"Oh shit! I didn't know this was a haunted corn maze. How dope."
"Yea, I've only been here for a year. I'm a new attraction. Not sure if the owners even know about me yet."
"Dude, that's sweet. So you're like a real ghost? Why are you... um, haunting this corn maze?"
"So, it's kind of embarrassing, but I couldn't find my way out last year. So yea, I kind of just died in here, you know?"
"Oh damn. That's heavy. And you paid $10 to get in here?"
"Yea, you guys should make sure you conquer the corn maze... Or the corn maze will conquer you."
You spook around a bit.
"Alright, we should probably get on our way. Nice meeting you."
"Peace out, dudes."
"Oh wait, do you know where the baby pigs are?"
"I think they're across the street."
"Sweet, thanks again, man. Take it easy, corn maze ghost."