The Maze

You walk past the thin part of the hedge, wanting to make this a fair game. Leaves brush by your shoulder and you feel a chill up your spine, "I think that was the best choice," you thought. The path splits again; you see a glimpse of the left and right path. The left path has a large wooden box, but you hear lots of rustling, too much rustling to simply be the wind. The right path suddenly curves to the left, leaving you not much to see other than hedges.