CHAPTER 1
The Teacup Rides
by Jolie Hughes
A teacup flies at my head, me, lunging to safety. I hear a paced knocking
but see no one. I feel an exhale on the back of my neck, and a whisper, “I’m coming for you.”
I whip my head around, to see nothing but a cold mist as a shiver runs
down my spine. I look to my right, the china dolls I spoiled little girl rang and echoed through the teacup rides. I felt evil, I felt in danger, I felt watched.
I wanted to know more about the abandoned amusement park. I acted
fearless although it was the most terrifying experience of my life. I took out my
camera, though I wanted to capture evidence. I walk over to where the teacup had
fallen earlier. It was gone. all the pieces and chipped paint, gone.
I suddenly feel hands around my neck. I knew I was still breathing because I still saw my chest rise, and fall. No one was there, no one was at the park,
and no one was spinning in the teacups. So many thoughts raced through my head
as I realized the rough hands had lifted from my throat.
Since then always believed in ghosts, even 2 years later, when she struck
again…
I was in the back of my older brother, Jaxon’s car late at night when an eerie feeling came over me. Jaxon and I, were driving home from the homecoming
football game, which Jaxon had played wide receiver. After that eerie feeling made
my stomach ache, my brother and i heard a loud bang, even though we were all
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