welcome to horrorland, where your nightmares come to life!
in which a girl, her boyfriend, and her family attend the famous amusement park and soon realize that nothing in horrorland is what it seems.
BASED ON THE 'GOOSEBUMPS: HORRORLAND' SERIES BY...
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We approach the gates to HorrorLand, and my mouth drops open in awe. The entrance to the park is closed off by a dark purple gate, and resting at the top of the gate is an open-mouthed green Horror that looks very similar to the one we saw on the billboard. Sharp, gleaming teeth almost touch the top of the spiked purple gates, and the Horror's glowing yellow eyes seem to follow us as we drive past the gate, heading towards the parking lot. Roller coasters and other tall rides, including one that resembles a mountain, tower over the other rides in the distance. A stab of booming organ music makes Mom nearly jump out of her seat.
"This is so cool!" I lean up in the seat, looking over my parent's shoulders. I can't contain my excitement. Seeing everyone else's faces, I could tell that they were also in shock. I knew that they didn't expect HorrorLand to be this impressive. And honestly, despite hearing what all of the kids at school had to say about the park, I hadn't either.
Andy squeezes my hand. I look over to see that he's just as happy as I am, a bright smile on his face. I kiss his cheek.
"Knock it off," Tommy groans from behind us. I turn around and smack him, and this causes an argument between us. Mom tells us to quiet down, and I do. I smirk at my older brother in victory. Most people would think that I never get along with my siblings, but I do. Sometimes.
We pull into the parking lot, and I'm surprised to see that there are a lot of cars. Dozens of people walk up to the entrance, many with young children. I'm happy to spot some other teenagers that are closer to my age.
"You're right, Juliet," Dad said. "HorrorLand is popular."
It's hard to find a parking space, but we manage to squeeze into one right beside a small Toyota. My family and I all climb out, stretching our legs. Angie takes off her headphones, letting them dangle on her neck. My dad grabs his digital camera from his suitcase and stuffs it in the pocket of his cargo shorts. He was a photographer for our local newspaper, and because of his profession, he never went anywhere without his camera. He loved to take pictures.
"What are we waiting for? Let's go!" I start to make a run for it, but Andy grabs my arm and stops me in my tracks.
He laughs. "Whoa, wait a minute, Ju-Ju. We have to get our suitcases." That was my nickname. He was the only person who was allowed to call me that besides my family.
Once we do, we all walk down the concrete path to the gates, hauling our luggage behind us. The organ music that made me feel like I was in an old-school horror movie grows louder as we get closer to the gates. I realize just how tall the gates were above me. A sign reads THIS IS NOT THE EXIT. NO ONE LEAVES HORRORLAND ALIVE.
"That's not very welcoming, " Mom said. She must've noticed the sign too. For some reason, the words sent a chill down my spine.
"Mom, it's HorrorLand," Tommy emphasized. "It's not supposed to be welcoming."
