MicroHorror

Fairground lights gleamed purple, green and pumpkin.

“Dare ride the Ghost Train on All Hallows’ Eve!”

Dan was fearless as he strode towards the blood red cavernous mouth of the ride and the black curtain closed behind. Invulnerable to dark screams. Unafraid until he felt the skinny grip of spectral fingers pull him from the cart.

Powerless as a puff of air he was taken.

“What’s happening?” his hollow voice echoed. He saw their grotesque shapes clearly.

Insubstantial whisperings replied.

“When else would ghost trains recruit ghosts?”

“You will ride the train forever now.”

“We have been waiting.”

“Welcome.”