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I see Elliot wave his hand, and the Reapers move away, and the carts start moving again.

“That was awesome,” Enoch says, as we all high-five each other.

I must admit, I did enjoy that.

Suddenly, cherubs appear around our cart and start singing “Cotton Eye Joe.”

“Of all the songs to pick, why that one?” I ask, my eyes crossing.

“It might be a crap song, but look, we can seat dance,” Sly says.

And he’s right, so now the four of us are dancing away in our carts until just as quickly as they arrived, the cherubs vanish, and there is blissful silence.

That silence is broken by a really loud scream of terror, making more than just me jump.

“Whoa, that made me jump,” Enoch says with a hand on his chest.

“Me too,’ Xander says.

Our cart starts going up an incline.

“Whoa,” Enoch shouts. “The track’s falling away.”

I look over the side of the cart, and yes, the track looks to be falling down into the dark abyss.

I’m sure I’m not the only one who jumps as a pod of dolphins leap out of the water and over our cart.

“Wow,” I say as the dolphins keep up their display.

Sly puts his hand out to touch one. “It feels so real.”

Suddenly, from behind, we hear a loud yell. We turn around and look past Ernest’s cart to the one behind, and see a large tentacle has wrapped around their cart and seems to be shaking it from side to side.

I see a tentacle wrap around the middle of Ernest’s cart, and now they are being shaken, before one does the same to ours.

Once the shaking stops, it feels like we’re flying.

CHAPTER 30

We fly through a doorway, and now we’re in space, flying through hyperspace.

Sly and the boys give a loud cheer. Their Star Wars dream has come true.

Spaceships fly all around us. Suddenly, the spaceships turn and start firing on our cart. Just as the shots look like they would hit, they explode and cover us all in flowers.

“I’m not sure those shots are accurate,” Xander says, picking up a handful of flowers and dropping them on my head.

I laugh and throw some back at him, and now the four of us are having a flower war. That is, until we fly through the next door and settle back on the tracks.

This time heading downwards towards the mouth of a giant snake.

The insides make me laugh. There seems to be a disco going on in here. There is strobe lighting, dancing skeletons, and monsters. We get halfway through, and our cart starts spinning this way and that in time with the music.

Again, we seat dance, laughing as we do. Once the cart stops dancing, we carry on going down and through the next door.

Enoch lets out a yelp as the rest of us gasp as Victorian ghost children run up to the carts and shout ‘Boo!‘. That wouldn’t have been so bad if the children had had eyes and not just empty black eye sockets.

“Good luck with not dreaming about them tonight,” I mutter.