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He looks around the darkened tunnel, but all he can see are the dark shadows continuing to move along the walls. Unwilling to risk drawing their attention by shouting, he leaves the boat behind as he quickly makes his way along the tunnel. Staying alongside the center of the ride, he occasionally brushes a leg against the chain moving under the water. Once, his legging became caught by it and only by ripping a large hole in it when he tore it off was he able to get loose.

The cold of the tunnel grows in intensity the further along he moves. From up ahead, he hears the girl, at least he thinks it’s her, singing a soft melody. At last he sees a glow and within it is the golden haired girl. She’s walking as he is, along the center of the tunnel and is totally oblivious to the shadows moving along the sides. Quickening his pace, he tries to close the distance to her. But no matter how fast he moves, he fails to gain any ground.

All of a sudden the tone of her melody changes, becoming more sad and tearful. Altering her course, she begins moving from the center of the waterway and makes her way toward the right side of the tunnel. The glow around her appears to keep the shadows at bay as she steps out of the water and moves upon a raised platform holding one of the ride’s attractions.

As she moves onto the dais, the movement of the shadows alters and they begin converging on the platform. “Watch out!” he cries as the shadows move toward her but the girl pays him no heed.

The shadows halt at the edge of the platform and become still, malignant hate radiates from them as they stand and watch the girl. Upon the dais, the glow which seems to surround her illuminates what looks to be a man hanging by his wrists from a rope that descends out of the darkness above. His features are hard to make out, though the blood, cuts and bruises dotting his body are not. This man has been treated badly and doesn’t look like he can survive very much longer.

Her song stops and sobbing can be heard as she reaches a hand out to touch the tortured man’s face. As she touches his face, a tremor more felt than seen runs through the shadows watching. Whatever is going on, they don’t care for it.

James comes to within ten feet of the edge of the ring of shadows and stops in the water. He feels as if he should know the man hanging at the end of the rope but recognition does not come. Unsure how to make his way through the ring of shadows, he remains there in the water.

A waft of nauseating air suddenly surges through the tunnel from the entrance and James turns his attention in that direction. Another boat is coming through the tunnel toward him. He peers intently to see if there is anyone riding within it and only when it comes closer does he see something that causes his breath to catch and his heart to practically freeze in his chest.

Riding within the car is one of the monstrosities he saw when he had been on that other plane of existence. That time when Igor had showed up and rescued him. Unlike the shadows which had traveled along the edge of the tunnel, this monstrosity sees him. Its red eyes are fixed directly upon him, steeling the will and strength from him by the second.

Suddenly, it gives out with a mammoth roar which thunders through the tunnel and makes jelly of his muscles. He begins backing away down the tunnel from the approaching nightmare. That’s when he notices the shadows have begun to leave the edge of the platform and are now making their way toward him.

Fear courses its way through every nerve in his body. It’s all he can do to keep his legs moving. He turns and starts running down the tunnel when his legging again becomes ensnared by the chain pulling the boats along. Losing his balance, he falls into the water and once he rights himself, frantically tries to pull his legging from the chain.

Back down the tunnel, the monstrosity is now out of the boat and coming toward him quickly. There’s no way for him to escape. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees the