The old roller coaster began. 

Crick circk crick the old rickity ride echoed in the big space. 

Cold air blew to no end. 

The shivering couple cuddled together in the darkness. 

A guy in a circus get up with spiky orange hair 

crossed his arms and leaned against the lever 

that he used to control the roller coaster. 

When the shanking sound of a sword 

being impaled into someone reached is ears, 

following by a loud 

blood curdleing scream not long after, 

a slight smirk came to the red heads lips and he chuckled.

. . .