The Welshman paced steadily towards this place they called screamers. Apparently many people have challenged this place and over 100,000 have earned a chicken card. He had the dollars ready in his hand to take opn this challenge.
“Are you ready?”
The short man in dark took his dollars and said good luck to the visitor to the Clifton Falls.
Steadily we paced through following the red eyes. We could hear screaming in the backgroung of lost souls.
“I’m scared”said his son.
The welshman told him to hold on but his son coudn’t take it”Screamers”. A shadowy figure cam out and ushered his son out. The Welshamn noted that he wasn’t scared and carried on.
A werewolf popped out in front of him with a limb dangling from his jaws with blood and guts over his mouth. He kept going as he heared footsteps behing him and ghoulish laughs. The next minute a car camoe out with a ghost driving it, he roled to avoid it in to a tunnel with reptile hands stroking him. He was nervous now but he kept going while the vampire mutants birds were flying over him.
“Shit” he thought but he kepts going through the coffin doors to the end.
“Everythnign ok” sais the man.
“Yes, not bad”
“was it all right” said the American tourist.
“Nothing to it” he said as his son gingerly followed the welsh challenger with his surviver card.
The eyes of the man rolled as his fork tongue tickled the hairs on the back of his neck.
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