There was once a small carousel.
The pony's were many different colours.
One was red.
One was blue.
One was green.
But there was an odd one.
It was black.
Legend has it that any kid who took a ride on it got cursed.
That once happened with a young boy.
His parents brought him to the carousel.
All of the other pony's were taken.
His father lifted him up and placed him on there.
The ride began.
The boy started twitching.
The parents were focused into taking a picture of their kid.
The black pony started riding higher.
Higher and higher it became.
The boy lost balance.
He smacked his head onto the concrete base.
His head splattered open.
His brain exploding out.
To this day..
Parents still let their children ride the black pony.
None even concerned about what happened a year ago.
