Post by Ricky-K on Nov 4, 2003 15:58:06 GMT -5
Happy Day at Funland
© Richard Kyle, October 2003
Chapter 1 – Funland
For years I have been afraid. My fear never ends, the slightest thing that is unexpected, the crackle of a television, the closing of a door, I hate being alone its like my entire life is driven by fear. All because of that one night when I was 14 years old…
“That was one kick ass film!” I said as we left the Cinema
“Yeah!” agreed Reagan, one of my best friends, he is one year younger than me slightly shorter than me and has short blonde hair, which he always has spiked, he normally wears baggy jeans, hoodies things like that. “’see that bit where that guy got his head cut off! That was amazing!”
“That was too scary! No way am I ever going to see a film with you guys again!” said Jessica, my other closest friend, I took pity on her for throughout the entire film Reagan and I had continually scared the living daylights out of her, she was incredibly pretty for a long time I had a major crush on her but I knew we where far to close to ever date. She pushed a stray hair out of her eyes, she had long black hair with streaks of purple through out it, she usually wore really dark clothes like leather jackets, and baggy jeans and usually she had loads of bangles or spike bracelets on.
“All in the name of good fun eh?” said Reagan smiling toothily
“Yeah,” I said smiling back “come on, we need to get home before our mum’s kill us, lets go past Nightmare Slope it’s the quickest way back.” Jessica and Reagan nodded in agreement and we set off home. Port Raven was a small quite town on the west coast of Northern Ireland. Hardly anything fun or exciting happened there, which is why I hated it growing up.
Little did I know that things were about to change.
Nightmare Slope was a street, actually called St. Ivan’s Road, on one side of the road there was a steep slope and on the other side there was a row of old abandoned terrace houses. Over the years many people had fallen down the slope and disappeared hence the name Nightmare Slope.
We where walking along laughing and messing around when Reagan tripped, he fell to the right, landed on his arm and rolled down the steep slope and out of sight.
“Reagan!” shouted Jessica
“d**n it! Come on, we have to get him!” I said stepping onto the slope and slowly slipping and sliding my way down, Jessica hot on my heels. When we got to the bottom our jaws dropped for we had never ever dared to venture down the slope for fear that we would meet the same end that the other men and women who had disappeared after reaching the bottom. What we saw was a Funfair, old and deserted it looked as if it hadn’t been used in a hundred years, every scrap of metal was rusted and the glass in the shops was broken and eerie silence filled the air all that could be heard was the screeching of a rusted gate that was swinging open and closed, above the gate a sign in bright red writing red “Funland”
“Whoa!” said Jessica “I never knew this was here.”
“Neither did I…” I said stunned and shocked “Where is Reagan?”
“Reagan!” shouted Jessica
”I’m over here!” came the reply, we looked around and saw him standing at the gate that was swinging open and closed, we walked over and I said;
“Are you all right?”
“Yeah” replied Reagan, he was following the gate with his eyes as it swung open and closed. “Look at this,” he said pointing to the gate, “Why is it swinging open and closed?”
“It’s blowing in the wind.” Said Jessica
“What wind?” asked Reagan, “There isn’t even a breeze tonight.”
“W-well maybe it’s got bad hinges, yeah that’s it!” I said
“Do any of you ever remember ever being told about a funfair being here?” Reagan asked. Both Jessica and I shook our heads.
“This is weird.” Said Jessica
“Very,” agreed Reagan
“Well… come on! Lets go check it out!” Jessica’s eyes widened
“No way! I’m not going in there, besides our mums will kill us if we don’t get back soon!”
“Chicken?” asked Reagan, an evil smile on his face; he knew that if Jessica was ever called chicken or anything she would prove them wrong.
“Alright,” she said, “come on.” I held open the gate while Jessica and Reagan entered the funfair.
“Where should we check out first?” I asked
“Look,” said Reagan pointing to a House of Mirrors. “Let’s check that out, that oughta be cool!”
We walked over to the entrance of the House of Mirrors…
© Richard Kyle, October 2003
Chapter 1 – Funland
For years I have been afraid. My fear never ends, the slightest thing that is unexpected, the crackle of a television, the closing of a door, I hate being alone its like my entire life is driven by fear. All because of that one night when I was 14 years old…
“That was one kick ass film!” I said as we left the Cinema
“Yeah!” agreed Reagan, one of my best friends, he is one year younger than me slightly shorter than me and has short blonde hair, which he always has spiked, he normally wears baggy jeans, hoodies things like that. “’see that bit where that guy got his head cut off! That was amazing!”
“That was too scary! No way am I ever going to see a film with you guys again!” said Jessica, my other closest friend, I took pity on her for throughout the entire film Reagan and I had continually scared the living daylights out of her, she was incredibly pretty for a long time I had a major crush on her but I knew we where far to close to ever date. She pushed a stray hair out of her eyes, she had long black hair with streaks of purple through out it, she usually wore really dark clothes like leather jackets, and baggy jeans and usually she had loads of bangles or spike bracelets on.
“All in the name of good fun eh?” said Reagan smiling toothily
“Yeah,” I said smiling back “come on, we need to get home before our mum’s kill us, lets go past Nightmare Slope it’s the quickest way back.” Jessica and Reagan nodded in agreement and we set off home. Port Raven was a small quite town on the west coast of Northern Ireland. Hardly anything fun or exciting happened there, which is why I hated it growing up.
Little did I know that things were about to change.
Nightmare Slope was a street, actually called St. Ivan’s Road, on one side of the road there was a steep slope and on the other side there was a row of old abandoned terrace houses. Over the years many people had fallen down the slope and disappeared hence the name Nightmare Slope.
We where walking along laughing and messing around when Reagan tripped, he fell to the right, landed on his arm and rolled down the steep slope and out of sight.
“Reagan!” shouted Jessica
“d**n it! Come on, we have to get him!” I said stepping onto the slope and slowly slipping and sliding my way down, Jessica hot on my heels. When we got to the bottom our jaws dropped for we had never ever dared to venture down the slope for fear that we would meet the same end that the other men and women who had disappeared after reaching the bottom. What we saw was a Funfair, old and deserted it looked as if it hadn’t been used in a hundred years, every scrap of metal was rusted and the glass in the shops was broken and eerie silence filled the air all that could be heard was the screeching of a rusted gate that was swinging open and closed, above the gate a sign in bright red writing red “Funland”
“Whoa!” said Jessica “I never knew this was here.”
“Neither did I…” I said stunned and shocked “Where is Reagan?”
“Reagan!” shouted Jessica
”I’m over here!” came the reply, we looked around and saw him standing at the gate that was swinging open and closed, we walked over and I said;
“Are you all right?”
“Yeah” replied Reagan, he was following the gate with his eyes as it swung open and closed. “Look at this,” he said pointing to the gate, “Why is it swinging open and closed?”
“It’s blowing in the wind.” Said Jessica
“What wind?” asked Reagan, “There isn’t even a breeze tonight.”
“W-well maybe it’s got bad hinges, yeah that’s it!” I said
“Do any of you ever remember ever being told about a funfair being here?” Reagan asked. Both Jessica and I shook our heads.
“This is weird.” Said Jessica
“Very,” agreed Reagan
“Well… come on! Lets go check it out!” Jessica’s eyes widened
“No way! I’m not going in there, besides our mums will kill us if we don’t get back soon!”
“Chicken?” asked Reagan, an evil smile on his face; he knew that if Jessica was ever called chicken or anything she would prove them wrong.
“Alright,” she said, “come on.” I held open the gate while Jessica and Reagan entered the funfair.
“Where should we check out first?” I asked
“Look,” said Reagan pointing to a House of Mirrors. “Let’s check that out, that oughta be cool!”
We walked over to the entrance of the House of Mirrors…
