We look around the old room and notice its a  large public house and has an old bar with pint  glasses hanging down from the dark fittings.  The horses turn towards and point to the old  cash register moving  around under the dim light near the counter.

The horses look around the cold dark pub and notice figures  moving around  the  bright coloured wallpaper.  I turn towards lieutenant megs  and  hold her hand in dense dark  room.

We stand  in the middle of the pub  seeing  figures moving about and  laughing with  Scottish  voices. The figures suddenly start to move objects about  throwing chairs  and smashing glasses around the room.
The  horses put on their force field  and we can see  the ghosts moving about the pub with  their evil faces of Scottish soldiers  staring deep into our eyes.  We notice the ghosts are very angry  and have  various body parts missing from them. 

We look  towards the celling of the pub and  see  light flashing across the room  and back towards the bar. The horses tell us to run towards the bar  so we  climb over the bar and  see a  large wooden door  and push it open. 

The  horses lead us into this old room with pictures hanging  across all the walls.  The room has an old round  table laid in the middle  and  an old black  wardrobe in the corner with  is doors opening  and  shut  every few seconds

I turn towards lieutenant megs and see the colour on her face has gone  white and she  starts to shake in terror whilst l  comfort and protect her.  The horses tell us to stand back whilst they take a closer  look and a dark figure suddenly springs out of the wardrobe  an stands looking at us with its evil eyes. 

The figure looks like the shape of  a large eagle with its claws  pointing towards us and its devil eyes  watching our every move. At that  point the figure suddenly darts back into the wardrobe and disappears  from sight  whilst the horses search it only to find it bare. 
we move back into the pub and find it  very quiet  and deserted with glasses and chairs everywhere.  The horses tell us to leave the pub  and we  head back into  the  dark city streets  whilst the door slams shut behind us with the sound of menace laughing.

written by wayne mockler
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enter the haunted museum of terror

We walk along the cold dark path  and see other old buildings hanging over us  in the shadows of dark.  The horses tell us to stop  whilst a    few ghostly  figures pass by our heads  looking down  with an evil intent. 
After walking along the old crocked path we come across another  building  and walk in to explore it.  I turn towards lieutenant megs and point to all the pictures hanging from the walls while the horses search for life. 
At that moment  l notice one of the pictures has moved across the room and gone onto a small table.  We all walk over to take a look at the picture  turning it over  to look at it.
We look with horror at a  figures of people moving about  in the picture and shake in terror.  A ghost then stands behind us blowing cold air onto our  shoulders and smiling  at us in the lobby  while pointing its hand with  with evil intent. 

We run towards the door but it  slams shut in our faces  and  dark figures start to move about behind us  and  touching us on the back. I comfort  lieutenant megs but she starts to scream whilst we all run up to the next level of stairs. 

At the top of the stairs we see another figure holding  something in its hand and walking towards us  at speed.  We stop  to see what it is and see a man dressed in  work clothing looking at us  with deep cold eyes and a blank glare.

We move along fast but the figure holds up its hand and we are pushed down the stairs by a wind of force.  The figure looks at us down the stairs and pulls out its eye  point towards the door. The horses grab us both and we force open the  door whilst the ghost  starts to come after us  flowing through the air 
The horses mange to open the door and we are sent into the cold dark  street with the laughing ghost inspector slams the door shut in our faces. We sit  on the footpath for the rest of the wondering how we can escape this horror town. 
written by wayne mockler
ownership and copyright  wayne mockler

the hospital of horror

We walk along the road  and see another building standing  in the  distant  dark mist.  The horses  walk in front of us o explore the building whilst we walk behind them. 

After walking through the building  and into a large black room  paved with gold on the  celling and old wooden chairs everywhere we explore more . Looking further down the room  we see a  desk made of old wood and a figure sat under the desk.

I turn towards lieutenant  and hold her tight whilst the horses walk towards the desk  with caution.  The figure suddenly gets up and stands looking at us with a dark evil stare wearing a black uniform.

The horses tell us to run towards the doors but they  slam shut  with a  bang and trapping us in the building  of horror.  The figure starts to move closer and we can see a  dark cold face  with no mouth looking at us in this cold place of terror. 

We run down  the corridor and see a  stretcher coming  towards us at force trying to run us over.  The horses put on a force field whilst we fall into another room  with bright lights  and white  everywhere. 

At that moment we notice skeleton  figures in the room wearing white coats and holding large knives in their hands.  We both stand behind the horses whilst the skeleton ghost doctors  come towards us  putting me  and  lieutenant megs onto  operating tables whilst we shake in terror.

The horses suddenly put on their force fields over us and help us escape  down the corridor whist the  skeleton ghost doctors  chase us flying through the air. We come towards the reception area and the dark ghost nurse  stands in front of us whilst the horses galop fast  towards the door and push it open with force.

We are thrown into the cold street while the laughing ghosts watch from the dark  building  and moving things across the room with a sinister smile on their faces.  The horses tell us to rest while they think of a plan to move down the haunted street of terror.

written by wayne mockler
ownership and copyright wayne mockler