horror of the ghostly saloon

We stumble back when the ghostly figures  start to  walk about the tunnel of horror before entering the vault and looking at us. The golden goddess tells  us to quickly move out of the vault while the dark creatures  return towards us.

The golden goddess leads out into the dark tunnel and we  walk slowly down it with the ghostly spirits following our every move.  We run down the dark passages  while the light flickers in the cold tunnel  winds. 

After a few short moments we enter another vault with bight orange lights and  the sound of cheers and laughter ringing in our terrified ears. The golden goddess leads us inside this vault  and we notice a saloon with figures  standing near a big large bar. 

We stand and watch in horror seeing ghostly cowboys walking about the vault with their  white faces and red eyes  transfixed  at our cold scared bodies.  The golden goddess  tells us to be very careful  while the ghostly cowboys reach for their  red pistols of horror.

All of a sudden we feel a big cold  thrust of wind pass by us and  figures of people stand in front of us  dressed in old Victorian clothing trembling and crying at the cowboy  ghosts . The cowboy spirits walks towards the human  figures and throw them towards the  old bar with a big rush of wind.

The  Victorian  figures try and run away but the  cowboys  force them back onto black tables of terror. We watch with intense hate when a hang mans rope appears and the ghostly cowboy creatures  hang one of their captives from the roof of the saloon while they sing and dance a devil  chant. 

We try and escape but get thrown back towards the cold dark bar whilst some of the cowboy creatures carry the Victorian female up  the steps of horror  and into one of the saloon bedrooms.  I hold luitent megs tight whilst the screams of terror come  from a  dark lit room followed by a long gun shot of silence.

The golden goddess notices the cowboy ghosts  come out of the room and throw the naked lady over the saloon  banister  and landing  with a terrible thud. We all scream in terror whilst the ghostly cowboys suddenly  surround us  with their deep cut faces  and broken bodies laughing  at our red faces and scared  minds.

written by wayne mockler
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