A Woeful Night At Wacky Weasel's

The full moon was at its highest point in the sky when the five friends hopped the fence. Accadia was the last over, landing right on Angela's shoe in the utter darkness.

"Ow, jackass! That's my foot!" Angela shouted, punching the air in the direction she'd been hurt from. "Agh!" Dennis cried out, "It wasn't me!"

"Come on guys," Barry pleaded, "Calm down and I'll buy everyone a round when we get back". Sadie fumbled in her rucksack and pulled out the first of five torches. "I don't drink," she reminded Barry as she handed him his flashlight.

"We'll convert you yet, uninitiated one," Barry said, a grin plastered across his face. Sadie gave a half-hearted chuckle in response. She didn't want to tell them that she couldn't drink because of her meds. Only Angela even knew she was on them. Not that she particularly wanted to drink anyway. She's only ever had a cider once and it tasted like sour apples drenched in misery.

After Sadie had handed out everyone's flashlight, the group of friends marched on. She shone her light around the area. They were walking past huge, metal beams. The once pristine, lime green paint had been faded and scratched revealing the cold grey metal underneath. Brown grease and oil oozed from the structure's joints.

Sadie shone her flashlight up to the top of the support beam. There, the light illuminated a set of very rickety, very rusty rollercoaster tracks. "Mustn't have been maintained at all for the past ten years," Sadie murmured to herself.

"I remember going to this place as a kid," Accadia remarked as she examined a discarded employee's cap. "Everything seemed so much bigger and brighter then. Do you think that it's the effect of childhood nostalgia? The mind of an innocent youth manipulating the world around them to appease their dreams?"

"It's called acid rain, genius," Angela called out from behind. Accadia scoffed as Sadie tried to hide a smirk.

"Did you hear why it closed down?" Angela called back to her, a shark like grin stretching from ear to ear.

"Because of that accident with that poor kid, right?" Accadia asked tentatively. "Dude, they've got an entire Wikipedia page dedicated to people that have been killed in Disneyland," Angela retorted. "They don't shut down these places just because one person dies."

"Because their audience grew up," Barry answered plainly. "This isn't exactly a big town, once we'd grown out of Wacky Weasel, who else were they going to market to?" "Good god, you're a dreary bastard," came Angela's exasperated response. "No," she began, a devious smile on her lips and a glint in her eyes. "I heard, that when they added Wicky Walrus as an attraction, everything went to hell."

Sadie rolled her eyes. Wicky Walrus was Wacky Weasel's sidekick. During the latter years of the park's lifetime, the owners added a huge aquarium with a live walrus inside. 'The' Wicky Walrus. It was a last ditch effort to bring crowds back to the park. It worked, for a time, but then people grew bored of Wicky Walrus too and the park closed before the year was complete. Sadie was very familiar with Angela's conspiracy surrounding Wicky by this stage.

"What do you mean, 'went to hell'," Dennis asked, an audible quiver in his tone. "I mean," Angela continued, lapping up the fear from her victims. "Wicky Walrus started eating people."

"Oh my god, Angela," Accadia proclaimed, "You better not tell some creepy dumb story while we're out here in the middle of the night." Angela, still beaming, licked her lips and continued in a raspy voice.

"It was only the day after Wicky's tank had been open to the public. It was feeding time, they had this little routine planned to make a spectacle of it for the public. A park employee would dangle some food behind a hoop they were suspending in the air and Wicky would dive right through it. A simple trick. Or so it seemed."