the terror of the coal room ghost city
We stand in the cave of coal looking at the tables standing on the roof and wondering what will happen with them. The horses guide towards a cold dark corner of cave where coal chairs stand.
The horses stand in front of us while we look around the cave and shiver in horror with the dread of sweat running down our faces. At that moment the dark ghost appears from nowhere standing looking at us with its evil claw hands pointing high towards our bodies.
We move to the centre of the cave while the dark ghost watches with its evil laser eyes from a distant part of the cave. At that moment the tables suddenly come crashing down from the cave roof and landing straight between us.
The horses drag us back towards a safe area of the cave while a cloud of smoke covers the centre of the floor. I hold onto luientnt megs tight whilst the cloud disappears with roman ghost soliders standing on front of us with eyes of hatred and twisted minds looking directly at our scared terrified beaten bodies .
We move behind the horses while the roman ghosts drag their bloodied bodies towards us with howls laughter ringing through our scared minds. The horses put on there force fields while another few strange white faced figures dressed in robes appear s in front of the roman ghost warriors.
The roman warriors hold out their swords of evil swinging itback and forth around the humble figures bodies while they look at us with pity . At that moment the warriors chop off the figures heads with the sound of screaming .
We look in horror while the heads rolls down towards us with fear and sadness across their faces, while the warriors grin and point towards us with their evil hands. At that moment the horses spot another door in the cave walls and guide us towards it while trying to fight off the dark ghost and roman warrior ghosts.
We push the cave door forcing it open while the ghosts come closer towards us with evil intent. After pushing the door open we fall into a room of light with nothing at all standing in space wondering what next.
At that point the door shuts with us standing in a big cave full of light which blinds or bruised eyes. The horses pass us their special x ray glasses to put on and we look around wondering what evil is next.
We notice another figure in the cave seeing the dark ghost standing in the centre of the light smiling with terror before it disappears into the roof of the cave . The horses look around the rcave while we frantically search for an escape from the cave of horror.
written by wayne mockler
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the horror of the lights ghost city
We look around the cave of light for something bu t see noting but bright lights that shine into our cold minds. The horses check around for something and suddenly pick up something on their radar.
The image of a woman appears on their machine while we stand back behind the brave horses. After a few minutes the images become more lighter with the figures walking out of the light and closer towards us.
I hold onto luitenant megs while the woman and child walk in front of us looking with dark minds and blank faces. The woman holds out her long claw like hands and looks deep in to our eyes.
At that moment the girl with the woman appears near the side of us and cries out in pain whilst her eyes pop out of her head and look at us .We all run out of the light and back towards a corner of the room to escape but the figures follow us with their green eyes into the light until they disappear through a wall of the cave.
We stand back in horror at some more strange figures appearing in front of us and looking at us with deep hatred in their eyes of gold .
The horses notice the figures getting closer and see men brandishing large swords in their bone hands and dressed in military uniforms coming ever closer towards us. The horses guide us away from the men while the disappear into a wall of light
We run towards another corner but an axman appears in front of us from nowhere with his execution slab and looks at us with evil terror in his deep black eyes.
The horses turn on their force field while other strange thing appear in front of us to add terror inside our scared minds. At that moment we see another door appearing we all run with our hearts towards our escape from terror.
After running across the room another strange light stands between us and the door while the horses protect us in their bubble. We stand in amazement seeing native american natives standing in front of us holding their weapons towards our terrified bodies.
The ghost natives look strange with their cold faces staring into our bubble of safety while their body parts hang out showing wounds of horror. The horses notice a dog with them an evil looking thing with large green teeth which hang down towards its razor sharp claws of horror.
The horses guide us towards the bright green door whilst the ghost woman and child appear once more screaming in terror while the native chop of their heads and hold them up towards the great light of nothing.
We push hard on the door to escape whilst the native get closer releasing the dog of evil to pounce on our horses force field.
We suddenly find a way of escape and push open the door to reveal another cave full of silver and red mirrors whilst we all fall into it while screaming in terror.
The door suddenly slams shut whilst a axe suddenly appears lodged through the upper part of the door. We look with horror when a big bright light flashes in front of our eyes and the door disappears into thin air and we are locked in the cave of mirrors.
The horses wander around the cave whilst me and luitent megs check fro any signs of ghosts until something strange happens a dark figure appears in one of the mirrors holding its head and smiling at us with a wicked smile of evil.
written by wayne mockler
ownership and copyrgiht wayne mockler
the haunted cave of mirors
We look around the cave of mirrors and see lights shine from the top of the cave towards us blinding us for a few moments. The horses take us back towards a safe area of the cave while the light fades away and back towards the roof of the cave.
After a few few minutes we start to see the mirrors change colour going from black to red and then orange whilst we shake with terror at the tremble of the caves structure. The horses stand behind us while a strange figure suddenly emerges from one of the mirrors standing centre in the cave.
The figure is wearing a black hat and dressed in a red robe which goes down towards its strange long feet. I hold onto luiteanant megs while the figure takes of its hat to reveal a twisted face with skin hanging down from its mouth and nose.
We stand behind the horses while the creature from hell walks towards us removing its red cape to reveal a body of bones that strikes terror into our sunken tired faces. The creature starts to walk towards us with evil intent while the horses protect us with some magical shields.
At that moment another mirror starts to move and a figure bursts out from the glass standing directly to the side of us all. This figure is wearing a red mask and golden robe looking directly at us with evil yellow eyes of horror.
We run towards a safe area of the cave while both ghosts walks with dangerous intent towards us. At that moment the horses set off their force field whilst the monsters come within touching distance of our scared bodies.
The horses see another door of escape and pull us towards its beep blue door of hope. We run fast towards the door and wedge it open with force while another mirror shatters and a hurricane of light comes storming towards us with ghostly faces all around the room.
We mange to open the door and fall into another room of terror with rocks and sand everywhere. The door bangs shut with the sound of evil and some strange figures start to move about cave.
At that moment we suddenly see sharks flying about our heads with teeth of steel and body's of bone looking down upon our terrified bodies. The horses protect us while the sounds of evil laughter rings out from the walls of the cave
written by wayne mockler
ownership and copyright wayne mockler