the full essence of the terrifying special effects laid out before us. Phantasmal music thrummed its way into the night through hidden speakers. My head swayed to the dark, haunted cadence. Deep, thunderous melodies surged through my bones, vibrating my teeth with the electric bolts of lightning inside the orchestration.
“Isn’t this bad-assed?” Sheridan asked. “I can’t get over how they have transformed the park. It’s like walking into one of our sims. I hope you’re taking notes, Chey.”
My sisters and I knew these parks like the backs of our hands since we had season passes every year. The amazing attention to detail in how Global Studios transformed their family friendly atmosphere by day, to such a frightening adventure by night, was simply fascinating.
Here we were, a man-eating bush, Elvira Mistress of the Night, and a fourth century mummified street walker. Only the mighty O’Cuinn sisters would ever try to pull off such a stunt.
I checked my iPod for placement on my shoulder and checked the microphone cord I’d secured under my hair and into my ear. “Yep, I’m taking notes. I never would’ve imagined that sort of effect with the fog, but it sure worked on me. I definitely have it in my notes.”
As we moved past super hero land, the brume finally began to clear out a bit, and it was easier to see the people around us.
Dakota straightened up, let go of our arms, and looked around. “Have you two seen Ludovic and his brother? I think we lost them back in the fog.”
We periscoped around us and tried to find the Scream mask guy and Sherlock Holmes. I thought it was just my nerves, but with each passerby coming out of the fog bank, I examined the same spectral expression upon people’s faces. The iPod recorded my observations. There was something about people-watching that was deliciously mesmerizing. Observing others as freaked out as me made me feel human enough to believe I wasn’t the only other scaredy-cat on this planet. Here we all were, in a very public and safe place. Everyone paid a premium price to be in this hair-raising nightmare for just one reason – to have the hell scared out of them.
“There they are.” They were just coming out of the mist. Raising her voice to embarrassing levels, Dakota shouted, “Hey, guys. C’mon, we’re over here.”
Sheridan stopped us not far from the water barge rides. “Here we are.”
I could hear the churning, riptides from where we stood. It creeped me out to think someone could get thrown in there and no one would know about it until daylight.
“You guys stand over here and watch for a couple minutes. You won’t believe how people react to this.”
“I have an inkling,” I murmured and continued to look around for a copper-top vampire. But Roxas was no where to be found.
Sheridan reached in for another hug but stopped herself before the branches caught on the gauze once again.
“Wait. Before you go, Sher, I want to get a picture of us. Ludovic can you take pictures?”
Dakota handed Ludovic her phone and I unplugged my iPod for Edric to take pictures for me. After five minutes of various poses and sisterly nonsense, Sheridan resumed her previous scare factor position in her own web of fears.
We waited until an unsuspecting Superman sat down on the bench beside her tree base. It wasn’t long until she sneaked an arm in around the back of the guy’s shoulders and attacked him. The man was so scared he actually threw punches at the bush. Fortunately, Sheridan was quicker than the Man of Steel, and he ran off toward the dinosaur lost continent.
I ran up to Sheridan as fast as I could in stilettos and helped her up. “Whoa, Sher, are you okay? Is this a covered event on our health insurance?”
She stood up and readjusted a couple of her broken branches. “Maybe I won’t try that tactic again and just stick to the slow movement and growling.”
“You should’ve thought about that before now. Be careful tonight, Sher,
“Isn’t this bad-assed?” Sheridan asked. “I can’t get over how they have transformed the park. It’s like walking into one of our sims. I hope you’re taking notes, Chey.”
My sisters and I knew these parks like the backs of our hands since we had season passes every year. The amazing attention to detail in how Global Studios transformed their family friendly atmosphere by day, to such a frightening adventure by night, was simply fascinating.
Here we were, a man-eating bush, Elvira Mistress of the Night, and a fourth century mummified street walker. Only the mighty O’Cuinn sisters would ever try to pull off such a stunt.
I checked my iPod for placement on my shoulder and checked the microphone cord I’d secured under my hair and into my ear. “Yep, I’m taking notes. I never would’ve imagined that sort of effect with the fog, but it sure worked on me. I definitely have it in my notes.”
As we moved past super hero land, the brume finally began to clear out a bit, and it was easier to see the people around us.
Dakota straightened up, let go of our arms, and looked around. “Have you two seen Ludovic and his brother? I think we lost them back in the fog.”
We periscoped around us and tried to find the Scream mask guy and Sherlock Holmes. I thought it was just my nerves, but with each passerby coming out of the fog bank, I examined the same spectral expression upon people’s faces. The iPod recorded my observations. There was something about people-watching that was deliciously mesmerizing. Observing others as freaked out as me made me feel human enough to believe I wasn’t the only other scaredy-cat on this planet. Here we all were, in a very public and safe place. Everyone paid a premium price to be in this hair-raising nightmare for just one reason – to have the hell scared out of them.
“There they are.” They were just coming out of the mist. Raising her voice to embarrassing levels, Dakota shouted, “Hey, guys. C’mon, we’re over here.”
Sheridan stopped us not far from the water barge rides. “Here we are.”
I could hear the churning, riptides from where we stood. It creeped me out to think someone could get thrown in there and no one would know about it until daylight.
“You guys stand over here and watch for a couple minutes. You won’t believe how people react to this.”
“I have an inkling,” I murmured and continued to look around for a copper-top vampire. But Roxas was no where to be found.
Sheridan reached in for another hug but stopped herself before the branches caught on the gauze once again.
“Wait. Before you go, Sher, I want to get a picture of us. Ludovic can you take pictures?”
Dakota handed Ludovic her phone and I unplugged my iPod for Edric to take pictures for me. After five minutes of various poses and sisterly nonsense, Sheridan resumed her previous scare factor position in her own web of fears.
We waited until an unsuspecting Superman sat down on the bench beside her tree base. It wasn’t long until she sneaked an arm in around the back of the guy’s shoulders and attacked him. The man was so scared he actually threw punches at the bush. Fortunately, Sheridan was quicker than the Man of Steel, and he ran off toward the dinosaur lost continent.
I ran up to Sheridan as fast as I could in stilettos and helped her up. “Whoa, Sher, are you okay? Is this a covered event on our health insurance?”
She stood up and readjusted a couple of her broken branches. “Maybe I won’t try that tactic again and just stick to the slow movement and growling.”
“You should’ve thought about that before now. Be careful tonight, Sher,
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