Imagine you’re a simple minded 18 year old and you’re lost in a forest. You can hear the wild dogs, only miles away, howling at the moon. You feel as if the trees cause the darkness to engulf itself around you. You’re all alone as the cold wind pushes you farther into the darkness. You start to run, unknowing of what’s to come until an intense light leads you into a clearing and blinds you. A massive object causes you to fall to the ground. It turns around and lifts you off the ground as you start to regain your vision. You realize it is a man because he’s wearing a black tux with a black tie to match. He speaks in an elegant voice, “hello there.” Instead of speaking back, you scream. “Is the end near?” you think to yourself. You look up to the sky as if your life is being tossed away in front of you. But instead of seeing stars, you see a sign that says, “The Land of Terror.”
The man speaks again as you begin to back away from him, “I will be your tour guide today.”
You feel a sense of relief; you realize it’s just an amusement park. A small crowd gathers around, awaiting a tour of the park. You get your ticket at the ticket booth by the gates. While you’re in line you overhear a young girl, about the age of 15, ask the man for his name. You look over your shoulder and see him looking at her strangely. It looks as if he has seen a ghost, but he regains himself quickly.
“A name?” he asks. “A rose by any other name would smell as sweet, and on that I am nameless.”
He was obviously quoting Shakespeare in his own twisted way. The way he said in though, sent chills down your spine. The nameless man turned to smile at the crowd.
“Welcome to the land of terror,” he said slowly and smoothly. “Before we begin the tour I would like to tell you a…story about our park…”
It was November 17th, 1965, and this parks founder was on the verge of all creation. She worked on this “creation” for countless days and nights. Gathering all the materials needed, she hired technicians, construction workers, special effect artists, and design teams. With all of them working together she had finally created it. “The Land of Terror.” It was so scary that she couldn’t find anyone to work in it. The park was abandoned soon after it was built and the founder lived in shame until the 21st century. On December 4th, 2012, though, four strange people walked towards the gate of the park. They let themselves in and started exploring. Soon they were all laughing and having fun. Not knowing of the founder, they took over the park and it soon opened to the public. The original founder felt overwhelmed when she heard the news. Her park was a success, but, sadly, she did not live to see her creation again.
“This park is full of mysteries” the nameless man reflects. “Just try to be careful.”
He may have been trying to mess with your mind but he said it so calmly…
. . .
We started the tour just outside of the park where we were handed a visitor map. On the map it showed a picture of a black widow. I looked down at my feet and I was standing in the very center of it. The map looked like it was in a spider web layout. We were probably going to go in a circler motion around the park but how was I to know. The shops were directly in front of us and we were told to drop our kids of at the kids’ area directly to our left. We were given exactly five minutes to look through the shops until we were to begin the tour. The nameless man disappeared swiftly after. What a strange man he was.
I cruised through the shops and saw lots of haunting items. There were stuffed animal shrunken heads, bones, “blood” or punch, and anything just absolutely terrifying. There were also lines of games such as the eyeball pluck. This game is played by pulling an “eyeball” out of water and seeing if it has a certain number on it. If your eyeball has a number you win the prize, but do you really want the prize? I soon got bored and maneuvered my way back to the widow. The man arrived shortly thereafter.
“Well, shall we be off then?” he said. I looked behind me but, no one was there.
“What about the other people who want to do the tour?” I asked.
“What other people? All I see is one beautiful young lady standing before me.” he pointed out. He was starting to get into my head but all I could do was smile back.
He led me down a path to the right of the widow, towards the corn maze. The pathways were dusty and had tricky footing at some points. Taking a closer look at them the looked more like soldiers’ gravestones than stepping stones. Probably because they were gravestones. I put my eyes back in front of me and saw the corn maze just a little down the road. The nameless man was still beside me staring off into the sky. He led me to the entrance and then disappeared once again. The corn had grown high, to the point where you could not see over it even if you were 7 feet tall. I started walking, slowly, but cautiously. The maze was divided into three paths, each leading in different directions. I decided to go towards the left because I was in the far right corner of the maze, but I walked only a few feet and the maze opened up into two paths again. As I continued to go forward the path seemed to drag on and on. All I could hear was the sound of blood piercing screams. Was there something in this maze that I was supposed to be afraid of? I turned down two corners when something attacked me. His face was covered in blood and his clothing was torn and tattered. I lost my breath as he hid behind me and then ran. He was running from something. I didn’t know what to do so I ran back the way I came. I turned several corner whether they were left or right, I just ran. Eventually, I ran out of breath and stopped. I had no clue where I was. The corn seemed thicker in this area and the ground was wet and soft. I could smell fresh grass only a little ways away. I was in an area with four intersections and I didn’t know where to go, so I started to move forward. I turned left, then right, then right again and I eventually ended up at a dead end. At least there wasn’t another strange manic attacking me…I spoke to soon. Suddenly, as I was turning around to go back, I heard gunshots. They were right behind me. Afraid to look back, I started running again. I heard more gunshots, but I kept running. I turned various corners and ended up at a dead end. Going back I turned right, then left, then right, and then I tripped. I person appeared in front of me and startled me so much I screamed. Looking up I realized it was the nameless man. Without a word he helped me up and gestured forward. I started walking and looked back to see if he was still in the same position. He was gone, again. I walked down the path for a long time and at the end of it I took a few more turns and saw the exit. In the door way, was the nameless man again.
. . .
We were out of the corn maze, but I was too annoyed to notice him staring at me. Instead, I pulled my attention to my visitor map. We were on a path that could lead us to practically anywhere in the park. It looked like he hardly knew where he was going. We turned towards the direction of the haunted house, but instead of going to the haunted house he turned his attention to an opening in the trees. Without even giving it a second thought he was dragging me by the hand with me struggling behind. Now we were on a dirt road that wasn’t on the map. It swerved in all different directions, but he just kept on going. I tried to scream but when I did he flung me into a position that could have been qualified as kidnapping. He put my hands behind my back and put his hand over my mouth.
“Not one word”, he said to me.
I felt as if I was going towards my demise as he started dragging me along again. Another opening in the trees appeared. He was dragging me faster now as I stumbled to keep up. We burst through the trees and into a cemetery. It was old and covered in cobwebs. It looked like if you touched one of the ancient headstones they would crumble. The nameless man walked over to one of the tombstones and looked down upon it. I walked over to him and tried to put my hand on his shoulder, but he noticed my presence and moved away. I was now hovering over the headstone.
It read, “Here lays the founder of this park 1929-2012.”
I looked over to the nameless man; he was back at the opening in the trees. We both walked through the forest, wordless, and came upon the main road again. He was no longer dragging me and I actually felt safe around him.
. . .
I could now see the next attraction, it was the haunted house. It was big, almost the size of a small mansion, and it had dead trees with a faded red fence. It was the only splash of color on the entire house. The nameless man walked up to the house with me, but instead of disappearing he stayed right by my side. Now we were both inside of the house and now I was frightened. He had never stayed by my side before. We walked further into the darkened house as the door creaked and flew closed behind us, making me jump. There was no one inside but me and the nameless man. We were in the main ballroom. The furniture was covered with cloths and almost everywhere you looked was a home for spiders. It was quiet in there, peaceful perhaps. The nameless man walked towards the center of the room and motioned for me to come as well. Once I started to move the softest noise came in through the walls….. Music. It was slow, and sounded like a little girl was singing it. I could just barely make out the words:
I sense there's something in the wind; That feels like tragedy's at hand; And though I'd like to stand by him; Can't shake this feeling that I have; The worst is just around the bend
It just kept repeating over and over again. When I made it over to the man, though, it stopped. I tried to ignore it and we continued to the next room. We walked through what seemed to be a kitchen, a living room, a dining room and rooms with nothing in them. Then we reached a room with a faded red door. I opened it cautiously and peered inside. It was a child’s room. It was stacked high with old toys, quilts, and dolls. The only thing that seemed especially creepy was the dolls. I started to walk inside when I saw a shadow in the corner. I walked closer to it but it moved away. I tried to find it again but when I did it ran into the closet. The closet door was huge. It was big enough to fit four people through it at once. I reached for the handles. They turned with ease and then locked in place. I looked back at the nameless man, who was still inside the door, and smiled weakly. Then I pulled and the closet opened. Inside was the most horrific thing I had ever seen. The child who lived in this room was hanging from the ceiling by her neck. She had been stabbed half to death with blood oozing from her mouth. Tied to her hand was a teddy bear with only one eye and stuffing coming out of where it had also been stabbed. Tied to its neck, was a note that said help me written in blood. I ran out of there, screaming for my life, with the nameless man running right behind me. He caught up to me and calmed me down. The man let me rest after the dreadful scare I just had. After that we started towards the next attraction.
“Before we get to our next attraction…” the nameless man said as we were walking along the main road. “I’d like to tell you another, story.”
One of the mysteries we have been able to uncover is where this park was built. For as long as I have been working here I was told that this park was built on an ancient burial ground and there was only one person that maintained it. He was the local gravedigger HaJacK. One day while he was digging a grave; a crow came up behind him and squawked as loud as it could. This frightened HaJacK and he fell in the grave he was digging. He basically dug his own grave. This parks founder was very good friends with HaJacK and when she heard that he was gone; she built an attraction in his honor. She called it “Gravediggers Drop.” Now its said to believe that HaJacKs’ ghost is still cleaning up this park and every once in a while people have claimed to have seen him in the head of the skeleton.
We arrived at “Gravediggers Drop” soon after he had finished the story. He did not go on it but he did wait for me below. After that story I kept an eye out on the roller coaster and when we got to the head I thought I saw HaJacKs’ ghost wave to me. He looked, happy. I got off the roller coaster smiling myself.
. . .
The nameless man took me back to the beginning of the park. I smiled and said thank you and I think he gave me a tiny smile back. He said to feel free to look around the park so I ended up doing so. All I could think about was the words he said at the beginning of the tour, “this park is full of mysteries, just try to be careful.” My mind blurred back to the real world. I was walking out of the back of the shops and I ended up on a main road. I continued to walk forwards and I saw a cave at the end of the road. “How come the man did not bring me here?” I thought to myself. I walked down into the cave and realized that there where 3 paths I could go down. “Just like the corn maze”, I thought. I went down the path to the left, hoping to do the exact same thing I did in the corn maze. The path was long and swerved, “just like the dirt road” I thought. This wasn’t very fun anymore. There was a small pod of light a few meters ahead and I ran towards it, anxious to see where it would lead me. I push open the top and found myself surrounded by tombstones. When I looked up, though, I saw another frightening scene. It was a statue of an angel with a sword and a man was praying underneath it. It looked like the nameless man. Before I could call out to him the angel took the sword in both hands and decapitated him. My eyes grew with fear as the angel spotted me as well. It started flying towards me with the look of evil in her eyes. I ducked back into the cavers walls and shut the tomb I was in. The nameless man was dead and I was most likely next. I burst into tears and started to run back towards the entrance of the park. I was going to get out of here alive. I went through several passage ways only to find out I had taken the wrong turns. Most of the passageways lead me to places I’ve been before, the graveyard, the haunted house, even the corn field. All I could think about was the man with the bloody face, the little girl, the gravedigger, and the nameless man. I finally found my way to the entrance and ran through the shops to the widow. The only reason I stopped was because I ran into something big. I couldn’t look up I was frightened out of my mind.
The object spoke, “you’re all right, we all are.”
I looked up and saw the nameless man. I was speechless as I looked into his eyes.
He spoke one last time, “Thank you for stopping at the land of terror, my name is Jack.”
I was relieved but to stunned for words, all I could do was smile.