Any time I read a book or story which includes a scene set in a hedge maze, I tend to think back on the very grim examples of the maze species to be found in stories such as one of M. R. James's marvelous ghost stories, "Mr. Humphreys and his Inheritance." These are not the well-ordered (if sometimes challenging) mazes to be found on some English estates, such as the Hampton Court Maze. These are more the stuff of nightmare:
"It was a yew maze, of circular form, and the hedges, long untrimmed, had grown out and upwards to a most unorthodox breadth and height. The walks, too, were next door to impassable. Only by entirely disregarding scratches, nettle-stings, and wet, could Humphreys force his way along them..."
"he began to be sensible of some Creature keeping Pace with him and, as he thought, peering and looking upon him from the next Alley to that he was in; and that when he should stop, this Companion should stop also, which put him in some Disorder of his Spirits..."
Excerpts from "Mr. Humphreys and his Inheritance," written a century ago for Ghost Stories of an Antiquary. Those are the ghosts which still come back to my memory when I read books like J. J. Connington's Murder in the Maze and Edmund Crispin's Sudden Vengeance, both of which feature nightmarish scenes set inside complex hedge mazes. I am generally not a horror story fan, but there is a place in my heart and on my bookshelves for M. R. James.