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protected from any man-eating vegetation. More weird characters passed me – wizards, ogres, fairies, witches, elves, bounty hunters, and other gothic unrecognizable characters. This place was a madhouse.
    The raging river deafened the night as the wailing riders screamed into the dark waters and out of sight. The pond was pitch, but Global Studios had done an impressive job of lighting the menacing creatures swimming inside the ride.
    Tempted to remove my high heels for a while, I came upon a scare zone featured on the theme park’s website. The locomotive disaster scene, complete with a stalled car across the tracks and dead passengers. This particular spooky corridor revealed too many plants for my comfort. Convinced I was on the vegetation menu, I thought about finding an alternate route. However, the allure of the lonely, faraway train whistle drifted on the humid air and beckoned me forward.
    The fog thickened, filling my senses with earthy scents of pine, peat, and wet leaves. Scads of dead bodies lay over the ground, falling out of the car, and across the tracks. Victims were draped across the decrepit engine’s tangled wreckage of ruined steel. Several bodies weren’t moving, while other dismembered parts of those bodies awakened upon my arrival. The steam engine’s light faded off and on, creating a darker blanket of blind spots in the absence of light.
    Despite the desperate attempt to apply logic, my eyes kept telling my brain a different story. The scare zone played tricks on all my senses. The special effects engaged my brain and the wheels turned once again. Wow, I knew this was a level of intensity needed in the game. Logic obscured the understanding, but the eyes overruled the logic. I reminded myself that these were actors. They would take a break in an hour or so, remove the gory makeup at the end of the night, and sleep in their own warm beds with body parts intact. It was hard to keep my wits about me while immersed in the wrecked carnage of the scene, coupled with the loud sound effects from the train whistle.
    Dying, last gasps of breaths from the bodies echoed in the pregnant fog. Just then, a crawling hand reached out and scraped at my ankle. I screamed.
    They’re not supposed to touch me!
    The animated undead came alive and walked toward me accompanied by trees and shrubs. This deadly crew must’ve known they had a live one since the conductor ran after me. Aren’t deaders supposed to shuffle or something?
    The conductor’s mouth hung open, frozen into a perpetual scream. It was hard to stomach looking at his face as the blood dripped from his chin. He dragged a coal shovel along the cement, creating sparks to accompany the skin-crawling scraping and grinding sound effects. I kicked off my heels, grabbed them, and ran to get out of the scare zone. My thoughts raced to imagine what that zombie wanted to do with his shovel. After reaching the safe zone, my heart pumped adrenaline throughout my body causing me to shake. My lungs clamored to obtain more oxygen. Dead bodies, detached body parts, and creepy vegetation reset into control z mode to attack the next set of unsuspecting victims.
    I looked around for any additional creepies.
    Finally, a bathroom!
    Margaritas out, hienie floss adjusted, stilettos on, and lipstick reapplied. It was time to take on the world. I had just enough time to go check out a haunted house before I met Roxas. It wouldn’t take but ten minutes to get through the haunted house, and I could expend nervous energy before I saw him. Scared out of my ever- lovin’, cotton-pickn’ mind to go in to the haunted house alone, I was even more scared to meet him.
    Laughter and happy sounds of people reverberated everywhere around me. Since I thought of going into the haunted house, that overwhelming sense of caution crept into my mind again. Anxious to behold Roxas, I looked at every guy in a vampire costume and wondered if that could be him. Especially if the man caught my