the football ground of terror

We all walk along the dark road of horror and se a bright light at the corner.  The horses lead us forward towards this  large stadium of horror point out towards  the dark castle. 

The horses  walk towards  the  stadium with its  black walls lurking in the distant wind of a  dark night.  We all walk up towards the  entrance  and see some very large gates  painted blue  and reaching high into the deep night.
We walk towards the gates and they suddenly open wide  with a great gust of wind.  I hold onto lieutenant megs whilst we pass through  the payment area seeing lots  dark figures standing  around. 

The horses tell us to move quick whilst we walk towards the stands  and near to  playing field.  We stand in amazement when a figure of a security ghost  man standing  near to the corner of the playing field holding his hands in the air and its face paved with scars which  run down across  its face. 

We run towards the playing field and see another figure  the ghost footballer  wearing  a football  top which has no arms with its face dropping deep towards its  chest.  We run away from the figure but it pulls up its head up  and howls into the dark  shadows of the night. 

We run  towards another part of the stands  but see another  dark figure looking at us from the west stand of the stadium.  An  old looking ghost  man  with  only one arm  and  orange eyes that glow in the dark sky looks at us and  puts his up towards the sky. 
The horses protect us whilst  the figure  starts a  large gust of wind  in the stadium  which blows  up some the chairs in the stadium and aims them towards us with force.

We then run towards the stadium entrance followed by all three ghosts and another  grey figure  with a missing eye  and ear looking at us with intense evil.    I hold lieutenant megs tight whilst we try and push open the giant gates that have closed stiff. 
The horses pull at the  gates with force opening them slightly whilst the ghost come towards us with their devil smiles  and evil eyes. We all climb through the gap of the gates and shut it  while all the  ghost of terror watch us  disappear down  away from the stadium and into he night.

We walk on down the cold dark road on a new journey  listening to the screams and howls of terror from the ghost stadium.

written by wayne mockler
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