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A Day At Horror Land - Chapter 24
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Lying on my back, I couldn’t see the others over the coffin sides. But I could hear the splash of their coffins around mine.
“This is nice,” Mom said. “Very relaxing.”
“It’s boring!” Luke declared from up ahead of me. “Where’s the scary part?”
“It’s just a nice ride in a coffin,” Dad said. “Do you think we’re really floating? Or do you think the coffin is on some kind of track?”
“I could float like this for hours,” Mom said.
“The rides here are pretty long,” Clay told her.
“Is that a hawk up in the sky?” Dad asked. “Can everyone see it?”
Shielding my eyes from the sun with one hand, I searched the sky. Directly above, a dark shadow hovered high in the sky, a little bigger than a dot.
“It’s not a hawk. I’ll bet it’s a vulture!” Luke declared. “It sees the coffins, and it’s waiting to eat our flesh!” He laughed.
“Luke — where do you get these hideous ideas?” Mom demanded.
“Maybe Luke should live in HorrorLand!” Dad exclaimed. “We could get him one of those green monster costumes, and he’d fit right in perfectly!”
“He doesn’t need a costume!” I joked. I was starting to feel a little better. The ride was gentle and relaxing. And I figured nothing terrible could happen with my whole family around.
I settled back on the coffin bottom, my hands resting at my sides, and stared up dreamily at the bird circling high in the clear sky. The coffin bobbed gently, making soft splashing sounds.
So pleasant . . .
So quiet . . .
And then, before I could utter a sound, the coffin lid slammed shut over me. And I was trapped in total darkness.
“Hey — !” I shouted. My voice was muffled by the heavy lid over me.
I could heard the dull thud of the other coffin lids slamming shut.
“Hey — let me out!”
I pushed against the lid with both hands. But it wouldn’t budge.
I took a deep breath and tried again. This time, I pushed with my hands and my feet. The heavy lid still didn’t move.
My heart was pounding so hard, I thought my chest would explode. The air inside the closed coffin was already getting hot and stuffy.
“Open up! Open up!” I screamed.
I tried pushing the lid again. I could hear Clay’s muffled cries in the coffin next to mine. The poor guy was screaming his head off.
I let out a loud groan as I pushed up with all my strength. The lid wouldn’t give an inch.
Calm down, Lizzy. Calm down, I instructed myself. It’s just a stupid ride. The coffin lid will open any second.
Breathing hard, I waited.
I counted to ten.
I counted to ten again.
The lid didn’t snap open.
I tried shutting my eyes and counting to fifty. When I reach fifty, I told myself, I’ll open my eyes, and the lid will be open.
“. . . twenty-two, twenty-three, twenty-four . . .” I counted out loud. My voice sounded tiny and choked. It was getting hard to breathe. The air began to feel really stale.
I stopped counting at twenty-five and opened my eyes. The lid hadn’t popped open.
It’s so hot in here, I thought. The sun is beating down on the lid. There’s no air, and I’m going to fry!
I tried to scream, but no sound came out.
I gasped for air.
Outside, I could hear muffled shouts and cries.
Was that my mother screaming like that?
“It’s just a ride,” I said out loud. “Just a stupid ride. The lid is going to pop — now!”
But it didn’t.
The air was so hot, so hot and stale.
Why didn’t the lid open?
Why?
I tried to force back my panic, but I couldn’t. My entire body was shaking and shivering. I felt cold perspiration drip down my forehead.
“Something has gone wrong!” I cried out loud. “The lid is supposed to open — but it doesn’t!”
Frantically, I pushed up with both hands. My arms ached from pushing so hard. But the lid didn’t move.
The coffin bobbed and rocked in the water.
I lowered my hands in defeat. I sucked in a mouthful of the hot, stale air. My chest was heaving. My body trembled.
And then I felt my legs start to itch. A tingly feeling down near my ankles.
Moving up my legs.
An itchy, crawly feeling.
Something was crawling slowly up my legs.
Something small and prickly.
“Ohh.” I let out a low, terrified groan.
Spiders!