Day 240

The rollercoaster promised an "unforgettable ride".
I'll admit it was pretty impressive on a clear day, I went with my friend Meena.
We went when it was all foggy, meant the queue was tiny.
Who'd want to go to a theme park in the cold, damp mist?

It started out as they always do, a few sweeping corners and the slow build up to the 98ft drop.
The higher up we got, the thicker the mist grew until we were at the ride's peak where it cleared
and left us feeling like we were floating above a sea of grey clouds.

We were suspended there for several minutes growing more and more anxious, wondering if the
ride was broken, if we were stuck there completely, if this was a part of the ride and worse.
The person in front of Menna and I began to climb out of the cart and had only their leg behind the
bar when the coaster suddenly jerked into life and began the thrilling trip down.

The poor guy in front was tossed about like a ragdoll, bones snapping against each turn, skin splitting
and tearing showering us with blood as his screams faded into wet gurgles.
Soon after his leg snapped altogether and his body fell into the mist.

The people at the very front of the coaster began to shriek and yell something about the tracks as we
went into our fourth or fifth loop.
We'd been too scared by the gruesome scene in front of us to even consider looking at the ride itself.

As it drew to a straight track we saw that the sides all around us were rusted and some even had thick
chunks of something wet and dripping on them.
The further along we went the worse it got.

Finally the ride ended and we were left exactly at the beginning except that the fog was far worse now.
We shakily got out of our seats, some of us still wearing the remains of the man who tried to leave,
and headed to where we remembered the exit being.

Faint figures moved about near the other attractions, some queueing up for the hellish ride we just left.
Meena tried to warn them about it but as she drew closer they appeared to move further back.
I pulled her away, more concerned with getting home, washing the blood off me and forgetting all this.

We couldn't find the exit anywhere.
The fog was too thick and the people didn't seem to exist at all.
From time to time we bumped into another real person who'd been on the coaster, we tried to stick
together, afraid to be alone in the surreal nightmare this place had become.

Occasionally we saw one of the coater people around the other rides.
Well, we assumed they were from the coaster, they were always dead and too mangled to see who
they had been... almost like their identity was being physically erased the same way the fog was
erasing the landscape around us leaving vague shapes and lights roaming among the dead.

We're still here you know.
Sticking together in the fog.

The food stalls are always stocked with fresh sweets and meat.
We try not to question where it's being sourced from but my steak had a tattoo.

The entire place is surrounded by walls made from barbed wire and bones.
We're trapped.

At least the moving figures don't bother us... I don't actually think they can, they're just part of the fog.
Part of this place, whatever it is.

None of us go anywhere near the rides,we stick to the food areas and gift stalls.
Still as careful as we're being, someone always ends up dead and in a ride.

We're never alone though, new people always turn up - dead and alive.