Epilogue

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3 months have gone by since the mysterious group of eight completed the tasks. Paradise Park, the once abandoned amusement park was now back up and running, and the group have never avoided anything as much as they avoided that place. Ivana continued taking the long way home, so she wouldn't have to remind herself of the horrors her and her friends went through. Once Luke had killed the man that got them into this mess, the group placed him in the back room with the other bodies. Natalia and Calum were told that they'd never have feeling in their fingers again, as a prosthetic finger was put on in place of their actual fingers. Paislee was operated on the minute they stepped into the hospital, and luckily she didn't cause too much damage. The bullet was removed, and she is still slowly starting to get back on her feet. Luke hasn't left her side; he's been spoiling her with flowers and chocolates as 'get well soon' gifts and as apologies. He has a guilty conscience and tries to prove to Paislee how much he regrets taking that man's life that night. Ivana continuously apologises to everyone, she was the reason they went there in the first place. She found the abandoned park and suggested they checked it out. And the group never say no to entering somewhere new. Michael, Ashton and Ivana had to get stitches in their arms, and ended up losing quite a lot of blood before they made it to the hospital.

The group of eight were the most mysterious people in the town. They'd laugh at anything and everything, always looking for an adventure, never having an excuse to be indoors, but now? That mysterious group of eight wouldn't laugh at anything and everything, they refused to go to places they've never been before, and they always had an excuse to be indoors. That excuse was "you know what we're like when it comes to an adventure, we'll never say no. Even if it leads to what happened last time." And so the group were too afraid to go to new places, they refused to meet new people, and most of all, they refused to walk down Wayvers Street, for it meant they'd be reminded of the horrors they had faced that quiet Friday night in the abandoned amusement park that was called Paradise Park. When really, it was the park of Hell.


*AN*

so thats the end of "tasks"! i hope you've enjoyed it, i had so much fun writing this and coming up with ideas, so thank you so so so sooo much for reading it! leave feedback or something below and let me know if you want more stories or whatever. thank you again!!

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