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Temporarily Closed - “5, 4, 3, 2, 1…0!” My friend and I open our eyes to see a lone flashlight in the darkness, leading us to a small bench. We sit and the bench begins to move, the flashlight dies and voices begin to whisper in the blackness, making the hair on the back of my neck stand up. Where are we going? What will we see when we get there? Who – or what – is behind me? The cart comes to a stop and a woman, glowing with orange and green paint, proclaims like a carnival barker: Welcome to Hell! Oh, that makes sense… We are at Zombie Joe’s… Dark-Ride Dark-Ride Dark-Ride
- Spooky