Wanna Go On the Rollercoaster?
By: Dom
A creepy, eerie music filled my ears as I looked around at the amusement park, that wasn’t fun at all. On top of that, a big circus was also in the amusement park, and me and my best friend didn’t go in there because Roxie knew how much I hated clowns, and how much they scared me.
I peered around, realizing my hands were sweaty. This trip was supposed to be fun with my friends, not a scary thing that I wanted to immediately run away from.
Roxie loved amusement parks, but by the expression on her face I knew she was scared as heck. I was too, but my obnoxious little brother had a joyful expression on his face. My other friend, Carter, looked like he was scared too. Even though he was the one who said that we should go to the amusement park.
I could even hear a kid crying in the distance, and I turned. The little kid was trying to get away from a clown, who had too much face paint and I shivered. The mother was trying to get the clown away from them, an annoyed expression on her face.
“Harper, I don’t like this,” Roxie said, turning to me. We were all in high school, all except my little brother, Noah, who was in 4th grade.
“Yeah,” I answered, turning to glare at Carter, who was tugging on his shirt. “Carter, why did you bring us here? It seems horrible.”
Carter had recently gotten his driver’s license, so he drove us over. He was a year older than me and Roxie, 17, while me and Roxie were 16. He turned nervously and sighed.
“Look, I thought it’d be fun!” Carter protested, and he looked over his shoulder, and whispered, “not stuck in hell.”
Noah jumped from foot to foot, and it made me annoyed. Why was he the only one excited even though he was only 9 years old? It didn’t make any sense, and I glared at him. Then, I responded to Carter. “Maybe we could just… leave?”
“But I paid lots of money to go here! I don’t want it to be wasted.”
I sighed, looking at the freaky park. “Fine.”
Noah suddenly spoke up. “It looks fun!” he said. “Please, I want to stay.”
“You’re weird,” I growled at him.
Roxie glared at Carter, who shrugged, and she walked forward. “C’mon guys.” She gestured us forward. “Let’s get this over with so we can go back home.”
The ground had lots of trash littering it, and I kicked a soda can, and it went clattering at the far end of the trail. I could see lots of rides, but nobody to fill them. I could only see a couple people. With a shiver I saw on the far end of the park a towering rollercoaster that was bigger than any of the other rides. I’ve always hated rollercoasters, and I took a deep breath. Hopefully we didn’t have to go on that.
I stayed in the back, while Noah ran in front of Carter and Roxie. My parents wanted him to come with us while they went to work, so I was stuck looking after him. I sighed, walking past the circus entrance.
“Umm… what ride should we go on?” Roxie asked, suddenly stopping.
Noah’s eyes went up, and he pointed a finger at the rollercoaster. “That!” he said.
I sighed, shaking my head. I wouldn’t go on that. Even if my life depended on it. “Hell no,” I responded, and I looked closer at the sign. “I’m not going on The Nightmare.”
The rollercoaster was black, and there was no line to go on it. The only thing I heard was the creepy circus music, and another crying kid. Carter looked down wide-eyed at my little brother. “Why would you want to go on that?”
Then, suddenly, I felt a sharp, cold tap on my shoulder. I yelped and turned around slowly. I saw a dreadful looking clown there, a big wide grin on his face and a spotted bowtie. He had long fingernails and big shoes. He had big eyes that never seemed to blink, and he looked like he was looking right into my soul.
“So, you want to go on that ride?” he asked.
“Umm… no…” I stuttered.
“We definitely do not,” Roxie said.
“Yeah, they’re right.” Carter said, smiling a fake smile.
I glared at Noah for him to stay quiet and he did, crossing his arms and glaring at me. I was thankful he didn’t say anything, but the clown still didn’t move. The clown smiled wide, and I saw that he had sharp teeth. The breath caught in my throat.
“Oh, are you sure?” the clown asked, chuckling softly. “Well, you’ll have to!”
“Umm, please, no…” I protested. “My little brother was just being weird… we definitely do not, umm, Mr. Clown.” I was very sweaty, and my head felt really hot.
“They don’t! I do! And I do want to go on!” Noah yelled out from behind me. I spun around, glaring at him. “Noah…”
“Oh, really?” the clown said, his smile even wider than before. “C’mon, then!”
“Really?” Carter sighed, glaring at Noah. He looked at the clown, and then started to run. I saw with horror that the clown ran after him, and the clown had talons on his hands that stretched out. The clown’s eyes were bloodshot, and he grabbed Carter by the collar.
“Carter!” I screamed. Noah and Roxie went pale. Carter tried twisting away, but the clown gripped him harder, hunger filling his eyes.
“What will he do to Carter?” I whispered, half to myself, but Roxie heard.
“Hopefully… just… let him go?” Roxie whispered in fear, looking at the clown and Carter, while Carter struggled.
But then to my horror, the clown opened his jaws wide until they couldn’t get wider, his sharp teeth glistening, and Carter got eaten whole. Me, Roxie, and Noah screamed as we ran, and the clown turned, smiling.
“Now you want to go on the rollercoaster?” he asked.
By: Dom
A creepy, eerie music filled my ears as I looked around at the amusement park, that wasn’t fun at all. On top of that, a big circus was also in the amusement park, and me and my best friend didn’t go in there because Roxie knew how much I hated clowns, and how much they scared me.
I peered around, realizing my hands were sweaty. This trip was supposed to be fun with my friends, not a scary thing that I wanted to immediately run away from.
Roxie loved amusement parks, but by the expression on her face I knew she was scared as heck. I was too, but my obnoxious little brother had a joyful expression on his face. My other friend, Carter, looked like he was scared too. Even though he was the one who said that we should go to the amusement park.
I could even hear a kid crying in the distance, and I turned. The little kid was trying to get away from a clown, who had too much face paint and I shivered. The mother was trying to get the clown away from them, an annoyed expression on her face.
“Harper, I don’t like this,” Roxie said, turning to me. We were all in high school, all except my little brother, Noah, who was in 4th grade.
“Yeah,” I answered, turning to glare at Carter, who was tugging on his shirt. “Carter, why did you bring us here? It seems horrible.”
Carter had recently gotten his driver’s license, so he drove us over. He was a year older than me and Roxie, 17, while me and Roxie were 16. He turned nervously and sighed.
“Look, I thought it’d be fun!” Carter protested, and he looked over his shoulder, and whispered, “not stuck in hell.”
Noah jumped from foot to foot, and it made me annoyed. Why was he the only one excited even though he was only 9 years old? It didn’t make any sense, and I glared at him. Then, I responded to Carter. “Maybe we could just… leave?”
“But I paid lots of money to go here! I don’t want it to be wasted.”
I sighed, looking at the freaky park. “Fine.”
Noah suddenly spoke up. “It looks fun!” he said. “Please, I want to stay.”
“You’re weird,” I growled at him.
Roxie glared at Carter, who shrugged, and she walked forward. “C’mon guys.” She gestured us forward. “Let’s get this over with so we can go back home.”
The ground had lots of trash littering it, and I kicked a soda can, and it went clattering at the far end of the trail. I could see lots of rides, but nobody to fill them. I could only see a couple people. With a shiver I saw on the far end of the park a towering rollercoaster that was bigger than any of the other rides. I’ve always hated rollercoasters, and I took a deep breath. Hopefully we didn’t have to go on that.
I stayed in the back, while Noah ran in front of Carter and Roxie. My parents wanted him to come with us while they went to work, so I was stuck looking after him. I sighed, walking past the circus entrance.
“Umm… what ride should we go on?” Roxie asked, suddenly stopping.
Noah’s eyes went up, and he pointed a finger at the rollercoaster. “That!” he said.
I sighed, shaking my head. I wouldn’t go on that. Even if my life depended on it. “Hell no,” I responded, and I looked closer at the sign. “I’m not going on The Nightmare.”
The rollercoaster was black, and there was no line to go on it. The only thing I heard was the creepy circus music, and another crying kid. Carter looked down wide-eyed at my little brother. “Why would you want to go on that?”
Then, suddenly, I felt a sharp, cold tap on my shoulder. I yelped and turned around slowly. I saw a dreadful looking clown there, a big wide grin on his face and a spotted bowtie. He had long fingernails and big shoes. He had big eyes that never seemed to blink, and he looked like he was looking right into my soul.
“So, you want to go on that ride?” he asked.
“Umm… no…” I stuttered.
“We definitely do not,” Roxie said.
“Yeah, they’re right.” Carter said, smiling a fake smile.
I glared at Noah for him to stay quiet and he did, crossing his arms and glaring at me. I was thankful he didn’t say anything, but the clown still didn’t move. The clown smiled wide, and I saw that he had sharp teeth. The breath caught in my throat.
“Oh, are you sure?” the clown asked, chuckling softly. “Well, you’ll have to!”
“Umm, please, no…” I protested. “My little brother was just being weird… we definitely do not, umm, Mr. Clown.” I was very sweaty, and my head felt really hot.
“They don’t! I do! And I do want to go on!” Noah yelled out from behind me. I spun around, glaring at him. “Noah…”
“Oh, really?” the clown said, his smile even wider than before. “C’mon, then!”
“Really?” Carter sighed, glaring at Noah. He looked at the clown, and then started to run. I saw with horror that the clown ran after him, and the clown had talons on his hands that stretched out. The clown’s eyes were bloodshot, and he grabbed Carter by the collar.
“Carter!” I screamed. Noah and Roxie went pale. Carter tried twisting away, but the clown gripped him harder, hunger filling his eyes.
“What will he do to Carter?” I whispered, half to myself, but Roxie heard.
“Hopefully… just… let him go?” Roxie whispered in fear, looking at the clown and Carter, while Carter struggled.
But then to my horror, the clown opened his jaws wide until they couldn’t get wider, his sharp teeth glistening, and Carter got eaten whole. Me, Roxie, and Noah screamed as we ran, and the clown turned, smiling.
“Now you want to go on the rollercoaster?” he asked.