Summer at Six Flags

Six Flags gone wild

Nice sunny day as I’m looking out the window, still remembering what I was thinking the night before I fell asleep . “Today is the day I’m going to Six Flags” I said with a excited but neutral voice sitting on the same old mattress I gotten on my fourteenth birthday. That birthday was one to remember forever, but this day wasn’t just any ordinary trip to the park, it was Halloween where everything is scary and surprising. I heard once when someone went there they never came back, maybe that was just a rumor to scare people.

Riding in the car is my mom, my little cousin,   and me, on the interstate highway going at least eighty on an sixty miles per hour highway. The windows are all down letting in the cool air, the car must have had a temperature of eighty at first with the windows all up. It started to get a little quiet so I decided to tune into a radio station, after the first song we listened to a six flags announcement came on. Stating that it was celebrating Halloween today and everyone should come down and have some extra fun., but when the commercial went off it ended with this disturbing creepy noise.

Standing at the gates waiting for the park to open were freaky and indescribable looking creatures. They would just stair at me when I’d walk by them and it made me not want to be there anymore. This is when a great day turned soon started to slowly turn into a bad one for the record. Before I could even get passed the main road, about two people jumped out and scared me, one from the right and then a couple of seconds the other from the left. My little cousin, of course thought it was humorous, but I thought otherwise of the situation.  

There it was “The Bridge of Terror” where everything could go wrong, where your nightmares become realty. We paid for the tickets and handed the tickets to the man at the front of the line. My blood was pumping to my chest and my heart, I could feel something scary about to happen but I... [continues]

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