Parents can be so oblivious sometimes, wandering into places like this.
The dilapidated fairytale themed amusement park offered free entry to kids under 16.
Of course, any tired parent on a week long vacation up north is going to want to go.
Somewhere the kids can run about and get tired while the parents talk to other parents.
Fun for the whole family.
This place wasn't right and Janine's parents accused her of being "fussy".
Her younger sister Kat agreed with her, everything looked weird.
Most of the rides didn't work properly, jerking the two girls all over the place and bruising them.
The only one that couldn't possibly go wrong was the "Crooked House".
Janine remembered the poem and it didn't sound bad, how could they muck it up?
The paint on the outside was peeling off and the animatronic in the window kept freezing.
Otherwise it looked like it would be boring which was a relief from the rest of the rides.
The man at the entry desk made the girls sign a "friends" book which only had three other entries.
Seemed this ride was the least popular, probably because the entire place was a dump.
They were lifted over the turnstile as it had rusted shut, their parents waved to them as they went in.
The first thing they noticed was the music, a lilting and badly sung version of the rhyme.
At least they got the "crooked house" right, the floor was so slanted they had to cling to the walls.
It wasn't too bad so far, but the further they went in the more it began to smell.
The hallway they were in took a sharp and narrow turn to the right bringing them to the first room.
It was a country scene of the crooked man with the words "and he walked a crooked mile" displayed.
The words were scrawled on the sky in childish pink writing that sloped at the end like they'd fallen.
It looked as grimy as the rest of the park with small brown hand-prints all over the glass in front.
Poorly taxidermied animals were placed carelessly about the room, rotting and melting.
Janine wanted to leave right then and there but Kat insisted they follow the rules so "no backsies".
Strangely the crooked man figure was nowhere to be seen, even though this was all about him.
Their next challenge was going up steps that were barely big enough to grip, Kat had to go first.
Her small hands just about managed to make the climb while her sister struggled behind her.
Right at the top was the second room had a poorly nailed together wooden structure of some kind.
A "stile" according to the writing on the wall, brown and smeared at the end.
The bad smell was very strong here and in the background was a black squiggle-ish shape.
It might be the crooked man but neither girl was sure, it looked more like an octopus.
There were no animals in this room thankfully.
The girls moved on quickly, eager to get some fresh air and flat flooring.
To their right was a window where they could see their parents waving up at them, they waved back.
As the began to move on they heard the sound of their parents faintly yelling something.
Looking back out of the window their parents were trying to enter the house, they looked scared.
The desk man wouldn't let them past saying something that made them stop and cry.
Both girls were really worried now and began to move faster along the hallway to the next room.
The glass was covered in blood spatters and the "crooked cat" looked to be clumps of stitched-up fur.
As they stared in horror a large patch fell to the ground with a wet splurch and Kat began to cry.
The "crooked mouse" was made to look 3D and almost pop out of the glass and onto them, running
from the "crooked cat" and like that it was also just clumps of stitched fur with plastic mouse teeth.
Parts of it had begun to grow mould that seeped around the glass it was pressed against.
The writing in the background was fur nailed to the wall and it oozed blood.
The black squiggle was bigger but hard to see past the blood, it looked more human though.
Tearing her younger sister's gaze from there, Janine dragged her to the end of the hallway.
A slide led them down and glass lined the inner side, whirring mechanically, must be a bot in there.
With Kat on her lap she braced herself for whatever was moving in the side wall and pushed.
It was hands, rows and rows of small bloodied hands waving at them, all attached to pulleys.
The slide ended abruptly with a large furry cushion that made a squishing noise as the landed on it.
Without looking back Janine tugged Kat towards the final room and the exit beyond.
As they turned the final sharp corner they were met with broken glass and red footprints all around.
Some were small and others enormous - the room inside looked like an average kitchen.
A teapot sat on a sagging table with the "cat" and "mouse" much smaller and seated around it.
Their eyes looked leaky and one of the "mouses'" had begun to fall out, dripping blood down its' face.
Treading carefully so as to not slip on the bloody glass the girls made their way to the open door.
They could clearly hear what their parents were saying now and they were terrified.
"What the hell is that thing? Let me get my children! For god's sake will you MOVE let us IN!"
As soon as the girls approached the door their parents ran as close as they could get, yelling at them
to run quickly and get out right now, don't talk just come here PLEASE.
The girls began to run but Janine's arm was suddenly yanked back as something pulled Kat inside.
Her head snapped around in time to see a large bulky figure hold her sister by the neck.
It's head looked like it had been pulled off and sewn back on the wrong side, a bloody stump where
an ear should be and a mouth extending right round it's bulbous mismatched head.
Before she could try to grab Kat back the thing, the Crooked Man slammed the door shut.
She felt numb as her mum pulled her back and away from the ride while her dad phoned the police.
As she fell into shock all the sounds around her grew dull and muted, time seemed to slow.
This was sharply broken when her sister began shrieking from inside the house.
Looking up Janine saw her tiny bleeding face pressed against that small window and large teeth
stood behind her opening and closing slowly, like a cross between laughing and eating.
Then silence as Kat's head was jerked back and her body sunk from sight.
The Crooked Man bent down and came back up holding her small arms.
He waved them and slunk away from the window.
The dilapidated fairytale themed amusement park offered free entry to kids under 16.
Of course, any tired parent on a week long vacation up north is going to want to go.
Somewhere the kids can run about and get tired while the parents talk to other parents.
Fun for the whole family.
This place wasn't right and Janine's parents accused her of being "fussy".
Her younger sister Kat agreed with her, everything looked weird.
Most of the rides didn't work properly, jerking the two girls all over the place and bruising them.
The only one that couldn't possibly go wrong was the "Crooked House".
Janine remembered the poem and it didn't sound bad, how could they muck it up?
The paint on the outside was peeling off and the animatronic in the window kept freezing.
Otherwise it looked like it would be boring which was a relief from the rest of the rides.
The man at the entry desk made the girls sign a "friends" book which only had three other entries.
Seemed this ride was the least popular, probably because the entire place was a dump.
They were lifted over the turnstile as it had rusted shut, their parents waved to them as they went in.
The first thing they noticed was the music, a lilting and badly sung version of the rhyme.
At least they got the "crooked house" right, the floor was so slanted they had to cling to the walls.
It wasn't too bad so far, but the further they went in the more it began to smell.
The hallway they were in took a sharp and narrow turn to the right bringing them to the first room.
It was a country scene of the crooked man with the words "and he walked a crooked mile" displayed.
The words were scrawled on the sky in childish pink writing that sloped at the end like they'd fallen.
It looked as grimy as the rest of the park with small brown hand-prints all over the glass in front.
Poorly taxidermied animals were placed carelessly about the room, rotting and melting.
Janine wanted to leave right then and there but Kat insisted they follow the rules so "no backsies".
Strangely the crooked man figure was nowhere to be seen, even though this was all about him.
Their next challenge was going up steps that were barely big enough to grip, Kat had to go first.
Her small hands just about managed to make the climb while her sister struggled behind her.
Right at the top was the second room had a poorly nailed together wooden structure of some kind.
A "stile" according to the writing on the wall, brown and smeared at the end.
The bad smell was very strong here and in the background was a black squiggle-ish shape.
It might be the crooked man but neither girl was sure, it looked more like an octopus.
There were no animals in this room thankfully.
The girls moved on quickly, eager to get some fresh air and flat flooring.
To their right was a window where they could see their parents waving up at them, they waved back.
As the began to move on they heard the sound of their parents faintly yelling something.
Looking back out of the window their parents were trying to enter the house, they looked scared.
The desk man wouldn't let them past saying something that made them stop and cry.
Both girls were really worried now and began to move faster along the hallway to the next room.
The glass was covered in blood spatters and the "crooked cat" looked to be clumps of stitched-up fur.
As they stared in horror a large patch fell to the ground with a wet splurch and Kat began to cry.
The "crooked mouse" was made to look 3D and almost pop out of the glass and onto them, running
from the "crooked cat" and like that it was also just clumps of stitched fur with plastic mouse teeth.
Parts of it had begun to grow mould that seeped around the glass it was pressed against.
The writing in the background was fur nailed to the wall and it oozed blood.
The black squiggle was bigger but hard to see past the blood, it looked more human though.
Tearing her younger sister's gaze from there, Janine dragged her to the end of the hallway.
A slide led them down and glass lined the inner side, whirring mechanically, must be a bot in there.
With Kat on her lap she braced herself for whatever was moving in the side wall and pushed.
It was hands, rows and rows of small bloodied hands waving at them, all attached to pulleys.
The slide ended abruptly with a large furry cushion that made a squishing noise as the landed on it.
Without looking back Janine tugged Kat towards the final room and the exit beyond.
As they turned the final sharp corner they were met with broken glass and red footprints all around.
Some were small and others enormous - the room inside looked like an average kitchen.
A teapot sat on a sagging table with the "cat" and "mouse" much smaller and seated around it.
Their eyes looked leaky and one of the "mouses'" had begun to fall out, dripping blood down its' face.
Treading carefully so as to not slip on the bloody glass the girls made their way to the open door.
They could clearly hear what their parents were saying now and they were terrified.
"What the hell is that thing? Let me get my children! For god's sake will you MOVE let us IN!"
As soon as the girls approached the door their parents ran as close as they could get, yelling at them
to run quickly and get out right now, don't talk just come here PLEASE.
The girls began to run but Janine's arm was suddenly yanked back as something pulled Kat inside.
Her head snapped around in time to see a large bulky figure hold her sister by the neck.
It's head looked like it had been pulled off and sewn back on the wrong side, a bloody stump where
an ear should be and a mouth extending right round it's bulbous mismatched head.
Before she could try to grab Kat back the thing, the Crooked Man slammed the door shut.
She felt numb as her mum pulled her back and away from the ride while her dad phoned the police.
As she fell into shock all the sounds around her grew dull and muted, time seemed to slow.
This was sharply broken when her sister began shrieking from inside the house.
Looking up Janine saw her tiny bleeding face pressed against that small window and large teeth
stood behind her opening and closing slowly, like a cross between laughing and eating.
Then silence as Kat's head was jerked back and her body sunk from sight.
The Crooked Man bent down and came back up holding her small arms.
He waved them and slunk away from the window.
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