Today's Horror is only little -- but it goes a long way.
Name of the Ride
They were queuing a hundred yards for the latest Halloween ride to open. It was completely enclosed–a nameless mystery.
A high helter-skelter it seemed with a long black tunnel in which to descend in darkness. The first customers were taken to the top. One at a time they set out on the long slide. Inside the tunnel no one could hear their screams as the sharp blades cut into their flesh and the surface became increasingly slippery with their blood.
At the bottom they kept on going down, down forever into Hell on The Blood Flume.
Copyright: © 2007 Oonah V Joslin
