I looked down at my hands as I looked up quickly to watch as the story began, making me feel sick to my stomach while breathing hard as my hands started to sweat heavily. I watched as the story went on, telling of a story of Hansel & Gretel and how they got lost in the woods. I groaned as the story drug on as the swan boat kept floating down the tracks. I looked over to my left looking at a big rock when I saw the chipmunk (name) standing there staring at me. I stared at him feeling my blood run cold and my heart freezing in my chest.
The swan boat turned it's head distracting me from what I was supposed to be paying attention to. I looked over to my left again to see that the chipmunk was gone. Looking back at the swan's head, the smell of blood reeked like rotten flesh. After the long ride on the swan boat, I decided to get off and ran back to the path. When getting off the ride, I felt myself become very dizzy.
I followed the path going up to the Spin-a-ton ride which was the next ride I was going on. I stepped through the entrance of the ride, pushing past the gate hoping to be by myself. The gravel crunched under my feet as I approached the ride itself. As I started to climb onto the ride, I heard a soft noise behind me. I experienced the worst when I saw that someone else had started the ride for me in the booth.
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Haunted Attractions: Exploring the Dark Side of Amusement Parks
HorrorA story about my personal PTSD experience through a game called The Park. I changed this story of all the names and characters to my personal experience.
