ᯓ★”Ride The Cyclone”

The St. Cassian Chamber Choir was dead. After riding a roller coaster named “The Cyclone” their short seventeen year old lives ended. Now they were it what seemed as an abandoned warehouse, was this the afterlife? Yes.

They weren’t alone either, Karnak- the ominous novelty machine that suggested they should ride the doomed ride- was there too. And someone else, the choir thought they were only five, but they were actually six. A girl no one remembered, and she was terrifying in the afterlife.

She had a headless porcelain doll in her hands (because she is using the doll’s head as a replacement to hers), her face was a pretty porcelain white- because it WAS porcelain- the cheeks were painted a shade of pink, her lips were red as a rose and shaped as a heart and had black marrionette mouth lines.

Her eyes were a deep black void that looked like pools that encouraged people to swim deeper and deeper without realizing they were already out of oxygen, her eyelashes were fake and long, like a doll’s. Her hair was short, curly and blonde.