Horror Fest

An: three chapters today since I wrote extra. happy reading.

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Walking towards the fairground was a thrill in itself – one that grew with every step. The night was cool but dry: perfect for a great night out! The fair wouldn't be visible until he turned the final corner, but already his expectations grew. Sounds were already beginning to pour through the air, "Boom! Boom! Boom!" and laser lights were lighting up the clouds making them seem somehow unearthly and weird. He was sure it was going to be a night to remember. Then he arrived. The first thing he saw, because it was so huge, was the big wheel. It shone like a circle of diamonds in the sky, spangled, bright and vivid. He wondered how they transported something that huge, on the back of a lorry perhaps? The next thing that hit him was a gloriously warm smell unique to funfairs: a mingling of frying hot dogs, burgers, fried onions, candyfloss, toffee apples and… diesel fumes! This was a delight for the senses: lights, sounds, smells, the thought of tastes to come… even the very air felt electric as if it was alive and urging him to take part. And take part he would!

As he looked to his left, the scariest ride he'd ever seen, "Hell's Door" it was called. He didn't even bother to consider and headed straight towards it! As he strapped himself into his seat the already electric air became alive with yet more feelings. As the safety restraint descended over his shoulders, he felt safer – if safe was the right word for this ride! With a jolt his neck was tossed backwards and off he went, twisting, turning, lights flashing like the vast strobes of a pop concert, rock music gushing out of the giant speakers, first right way round then upside down. This was living to the fullest. This was "Hell's Door".

As he walked out, he stumbled and almost tripped over his own feet. "That was brutal." He said, hugging his stomach. It took a couple of minutes to compose himself before turning around to look at the fear-inducing ride he had just been on. But that was only the beginning, a flashing signboard caught his attention off to the left. It read 'walk in if you dare! Not for the faint of hearted'. He grinned. It was a house of terror. The ones that are specifically made to jump scare you into a seizure.

He made his way over with brisk steps, excitement written all over his face. The only thing that could have made this better would have been company. Like a certain damsel off on seafoam island. But he soon shook the useless thoughts away and walked in to see a receptionist with incredibly realistic zombie makeup.

"Hello there, please sign this form before you walk in., we are not held accountable for any health issues that may arise from this experience." Said that receptionist. Rex didn't really mind it and signed the form quickly before walking in. but as soon as he took a step, he was sent plummeting downwards into an abyss.

"WHAT THE FUUUUUU—" *Bang*

"Ah shit, that was rough. This is some home alone shit." He said while rubbing his ass.

"Could you tell me what home alone is?" Asked a voice from behind Rex.

"How do you not know what Home alo—AHHH!" he yelled crawling away from the direction in which the voice came from. When he turned around, he saw a small doll sitting on a stool.

"Nahhh, I don't fuck with this Anabelle bullshit." He said while shaking his head.

"You don't want to play with me?" asked the doll.

"Hell naw, do you know how creepy you sound right now. we are in the middle of a dark ass room, there is only one light, and it is coincidentally shining on you. So, no, no playing today." He said and attempted to walk away only to fall again down another hole.

"What kind of shit is this?" He groaned.

"What do you mean?" asked the doll from over Rex shoulder. He didn't have time to yell, he simply ran for his life towards the door with the big red sign reading 'exit'. When he walked through it, he turned around to see that the doll was no longer there.

"Phew, thank God creepy ass doll is gone." He said while wiping away the sweat on his forehead.

"Yeah, they can be pretty creepy can't they," said a raspy grating voice. Like nails on a chalkboard.

"Damn you don't like them too huh? Wait- fuck-" before he could even react a clown face appeared an inch away from him. As if it wanted to kiss him.

"Nope-nope-nope, I'll go have a tea party with the doll thank you very much. You IT looking as, with your fat lips and 5 head with that receding hairline." he insulted before bursting into a full-speed run as he ran for his life. As he looked around, there was only darkness, with the faint sound of heavy footsteps thundering in his direction.

"Don't you have children in yellow raincoats to eat or something?" he yelled as he ran even faster.

"Children? Raincoat?" asked a voice right next to him.

"Hell naw," he said tripping over his foot and falling to the ground. He scurried back to his feet and continued to run until he made it through another door.

"Fuck it, who's next, Freddy? Jason? Michael? Chucky?" He asked the dark emptiness before he saw a little figure sitting on the ground. It had red hair and a knife in its hand. "Me and my big ass mouth."