The fishing port of terror in ghost city

We all walk further down the cold dark road leading towards  a dark pathway with a small light showing the pathway to an unknown place.  The horses lead us down this pathway and through the  tress leaning across our cold and tired  bodies. 

The horses take us down a step hill and towards a fishing port in the city with ships everywhere.  I turn towards lieutenant  megs and hold her tight whilst we walk along  the cold and derelict fishing port. 

We notice some very large ships standing along the river bank  and strange figures standing next to old wooden ships.  I notice some of the figures turn round and walk towards us  in a  quick  manner with their faces of evil. 

The horses stand their guard whilst the figures  fly towards us through the dark cold air.  We stand and watch whilst the people land  on the waterfront and watch us with evil intent.

The figures look at us with their cold eyes and broken bodies  from a  very distant  ship of terror.  One of the figures has a broken hand hanging down and a missing leg whilst  another has its head hanging down to its side with  white face of evil.

We all run down the river bank to escape the ghost of horror while another figure can be seen coming up from the water  looking at us with  its blue face of hate.  The horses tell us to run towards an old pub  lined along the river bank to escape the terror. 

I get to the old pub and hold the door open  while  lieutenant megs rush in closing the door with a large bang whilst the ghouls of terror bang on the  dark wooden  door.  The horses tell us to be quiet whilst the sound  dies down  to the sound of silence. 

We turn around and look at the old wooden pub with its  blazing fire letting out the warmth of  love.  I sit beside the warm open  fire holding and protecting lieutenant megs while the horses relax and lay  on the leather chairs. 

after a few minutes we  start to hear noises from a corner of the room and see two large figures standing near to the fire.  One of them has a white face  with a  patch across its eyes and looks with a face of evil at our scared bodies.  The other holds a big long sword  in its hand and sways it from side to side with an evil laugh of horror. 

The horses suddenly  jump up and kick the  open while we all  run out into the cold dark night being  chased by the pirate ghosts. We jump on the back of the horses and ride down the cold dark  pathway of hate while all the ghost chase us through  fishing port. 

We ride back onto the dark road of ghost city and continue down towards our next journey of terror while the ghosts of  the fishing port look and glare in terror. 
written by wayne mockler
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