The town was small, population was very low in the cold and wet months but heightened in the summer with all the holiday people coming down to the south to get a break from the city life. In terms of area it basically consisted of a few small housing estates up on the hill that ran through the centre of the town, and then apartments when you get down closer to the beach that was opposite to the amusement park. There was the usual coffee shops, restaurants and dodgy arcade venues that took in most of the towns revenue.
For most of the winter the amusement park was closed, except for one weekend at the start of october which was like a local festival where everyone gathered to celebrate the anniversary of the town. A small parade and fireworks provided some street entertainment, music was played by some local artists, there was a narrow laneway off the side of the beach that was full of food and drink stalls and also there was always a lovely low fog that always floated in to give a great scenic look to the place. People were happy, every year this was something they would look forward too, but this year no one could have predicted what would happen.
Over forty people died this year at the festival, ranging from kids to adults. Another ten were reported missing and never seen again, presumed dead but no one knows for sure, they just seemed to vanish off the face of the earth. It was necessarily that they died but it was how they died; they all died from malfunctions on the rides at the park- people were flung from roller coasters, trampled on by inanimate statues, electrocuted by wires, spun around continuously and in such a speed that made their heads fall off and even choked to death by seemingly harmless gas that was there just to give the funhouse amusement a cool look. These were just some of the brutal ways in which people lost their lives that evening.
A few weeks after and no one could determine the cause of the accidents. The town was in mourning, amusement park closed down but not removed for evidence reasons, people didn't wanna just give up on what happened, they wanted to get to the bottom of it no matter what it took. The streets were mostly empty from then on in, no one wanted to be out walking around when the reminder of what happened was still fresh, it really did resemble a ghost town.
A man named Peter Robinson had a small apartment here overlooking the ocean that he bought but never used, he rented it out mostly during the summer. He lived up north in the City now due to work but when he heard about the tragedy he moved back here, leaving his dead end job that he hated anyway to come back to where he called home. Something about these events took his notice, he was always a skeptik and believed in supernatural forces since he was a kid. When he was seven he saw a shadowy spirit come in through his bedroom window and hover over his body, paralyzing him while whispering the saying "The rapture will come to this town". This continued every night until the family decided to move out, for other reasons though, they didn't believe young Peter at all. It traumatized him for life, he could never get the idea that bad spirits are out there out of his head.
It was thirty years since he had lived here, thirty years since he was haunted nightly by the shadowy figure. Everything brought back childhood memories; the swings at the playground, the sounds of someone winning on the slot machines and the pestering by the seagulls as people tried to eat their chips from the well-known takeaway. Wandering around the closed off amusement park he could feel a chill come over him, the chill of death was very much alive here. At the scene of every tragedy he inspected it closely but not like a police man would or a detective, he inspected it as someone who believed in other forces, forces that were far worse than anything human. He scanned thoroughly with infrared goggles but was surprised to what he came across.
Since he was a kid and the visits began he would spend most of his time as a child and spare time as he got older researching about supernatural forces. Most was complete and utter crap but along the way he came across people and websites that seemed to match up. Everyone of them had told of how when a spirit attacks it leaves small white granules resembling salt at the scene that could only be seen with an infrared light but at the amusement park there was no white granules, there were only green patches. Green patches that looked slimy but wasn't, Peter took a few pictures from his infr-camera and went back to study them. He spent all that day researching spirits and green patches but nothing came up, except some crazy reddit user posting about a green slimy ghost in the shape of a football that attacked his pet cat. Peter widened his search and through tiredness he clicked on the wrong website named "Reap what you can See" a play on words no doubt.
On the website it gave detailed evidence that reapers do exist. All across the world since the beginning of time there have been people reporting the work of reapers, the same scenario and events took place on each occasion every few centuries. Under the section - "How to spot a reaper" it said that "When a reaper comes to you there will be a mark left behind, a green mak that cannot be seen with the naked eye". Peter was amazed at what he had come across and it didn't stop there, as he scrolled through the website further he found the biggest revelation yet. It read "The job of a reaper is to rapture, to cull mankind and speed up the process of death in order of balance on Earth. It takes place when a reaper visits chosen young boys/girls and then thirty years later the rapture of people happens. Not everyone is wiped out, just enough to restore the balance and the people who are chosen will be called upon".
Peter checked strange accidents that took place on the same day as the one here. He found that over fifty people mysteriously died in a village outside Mumbai, another 35 in Sweeden with similar occurrences taking place in Peru, Kenya and Mexico. Peter knew these had to be related, nothing was on the website on how to kill a reaper, it seemed as if when a reaper had a job to do then nothing could be done about it. The next day he returned to the amusement park, the chill became colder, followed by the howling of the wind getting louder. Sand was blown up from the beach front, a fog started to seep in from the distance but the sea remained very calm. This was the first fog that had been seen since the deaths. As it drew closer Peter noticed shapes in the fog, shapes that were all joined together. It now sat above Peter's head, directly, before it broke apart into hovering shadowy figures, the exact same as Peter remembered from childhood.
He was frozen in awe and also a strange sort of relief that he finally figured out what it was that had tormented his childhood. Reapers gathered around him, their faces hidden by a long cloak and all armed with a spear. They pointed their spears and bowed their heads in his direction, Peter couldn't move now even if he wanted too, he was bound in the circle of reapers. Looking scared he was hushéd as he tried to speak to them, they spoke in a sort of white noise whisper that rang around in your head, disorientating you. They swármed upon Peter before merging together back into a fog bringing Peter up into the sky with them.
Peter woke to find himself and five other chosen people in a dark room somewhere. The líghts sprung on and out walked the reapers, heads still bent down as if paying their respects. Peter and the five others asked repeatedly what did they want with them, one of the reapers answered back; "You were all chosen, chosen to be the next, but there can only be one and now we must decide which one will be the next and for the rest of you your time has ended". The people all looked at each other, scared and confused to what the reaper had meant. It was Peter who raised his head, puffing out his chest and asking "The next what" which was met by the opening of a hole in the wall, similar to that of an aeroplane door opening and out walked a large dark figure, much bigger than the reapers and he didn't have a spear he had a scythe in his hand before the reapers responded to Peter "The Next Death!!"
It was thirty years since he had lived here, thirty years since he was haunted nightly by the shadowy figure. Everything brought back childhood memories; the swings at the playground, the sounds of someone winning on the slot machines and the pestering by the seagulls as people tried to eat their chips from the well-known takeaway. Wandering around the closed off amusement park he could feel a chill come over him, the chill of death was very much alive here. At the scene of every tragedy he inspected it closely but not like a police man would or a detective, he inspected it as someone who believed in other forces, forces that were far worse than anything human. He scanned thoroughly with infrared goggles but was surprised to what he came across.
Since he was a kid and the visits began he would spend most of his time as a child and spare time as he got older researching about supernatural forces. Most was complete and utter crap but along the way he came across people and websites that seemed to match up. Everyone of them had told of how when a spirit attacks it leaves small white granules resembling salt at the scene that could only be seen with an infrared light but at the amusement park there was no white granules, there were only green patches. Green patches that looked slimy but wasn't, Peter took a few pictures from his infr-camera and went back to study them. He spent all that day researching spirits and green patches but nothing came up, except some crazy reddit user posting about a green slimy ghost in the shape of a football that attacked his pet cat. Peter widened his search and through tiredness he clicked on the wrong website named "Reap what you can See" a play on words no doubt.
On the website it gave detailed evidence that reapers do exist. All across the world since the beginning of time there have been people reporting the work of reapers, the same scenario and events took place on each occasion every few centuries. Under the section - "How to spot a reaper" it said that "When a reaper comes to you there will be a mark left behind, a green mak that cannot be seen with the naked eye". Peter was amazed at what he had come across and it didn't stop there, as he scrolled through the website further he found the biggest revelation yet. It read "The job of a reaper is to rapture, to cull mankind and speed up the process of death in order of balance on Earth. It takes place when a reaper visits chosen young boys/girls and then thirty years later the rapture of people happens. Not everyone is wiped out, just enough to restore the balance and the people who are chosen will be called upon".
Peter checked strange accidents that took place on the same day as the one here. He found that over fifty people mysteriously died in a village outside Mumbai, another 35 in Sweeden with similar occurrences taking place in Peru, Kenya and Mexico. Peter knew these had to be related, nothing was on the website on how to kill a reaper, it seemed as if when a reaper had a job to do then nothing could be done about it. The next day he returned to the amusement park, the chill became colder, followed by the howling of the wind getting louder. Sand was blown up from the beach front, a fog started to seep in from the distance but the sea remained very calm. This was the first fog that had been seen since the deaths. As it drew closer Peter noticed shapes in the fog, shapes that were all joined together. It now sat above Peter's head, directly, before it broke apart into hovering shadowy figures, the exact same as Peter remembered from childhood.
He was frozen in awe and also a strange sort of relief that he finally figured out what it was that had tormented his childhood. Reapers gathered around him, their faces hidden by a long cloak and all armed with a spear. They pointed their spears and bowed their heads in his direction, Peter couldn't move now even if he wanted too, he was bound in the circle of reapers. Looking scared he was hushéd as he tried to speak to them, they spoke in a sort of white noise whisper that rang around in your head, disorientating you. They swármed upon Peter before merging together back into a fog bringing Peter up into the sky with them.
Peter woke to find himself and five other chosen people in a dark room somewhere. The líghts sprung on and out walked the reapers, heads still bent down as if paying their respects. Peter and the five others asked repeatedly what did they want with them, one of the reapers answered back; "You were all chosen, chosen to be the next, but there can only be one and now we must decide which one will be the next and for the rest of you your time has ended". The people all looked at each other, scared and confused to what the reaper had meant. It was Peter who raised his head, puffing out his chest and asking "The next what" which was met by the opening of a hole in the wall, similar to that of an aeroplane door opening and out walked a large dark figure, much bigger than the reapers and he didn't have a spear he had a scythe in his hand before the reapers responded to Peter "The Next Death!!"
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