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In a time of darkness, sometimes it's the little things that make a difference. Destiny City has its fair share of tragedies, not the least of which was the Carnival Fire of 1942. The story of a distant memory that claimed the lives of over a hundred people and injured many more recently resurfaced after an estate sale revealed the only surviving relics of the massive fire: a set of old carousel horses. A local philanthropist and historian acquired the set, some of which were badly burned, and set about restoring them. It took several months, but the project was completed and the Carousel was resurrected in memory of those who lost their life on the very grounds they lost. It stands now, open to the public, a tribute of Destiny's City past and its perseverance. The Carousel operates as to be expected, with antique horses that are perhaps a bit more frightening than need be and a tune that is almost as eerie as it is cheery. Some even say they hear distant voices, and screams, mixed into the music; others have said that as the Carousel moves the shadows of people fleeing distracts them. It's probably just a ghost story, though. Are you brave enough to find out?
October 27, 2019
It had been almost two years since he’d come to Destiny city, he was just shy of the two year mark, and a lot had changed - too much. At least to him it seemed like too much, but he supposed that came with moving to another country and joining a war of sorts. It wasn’t like he was that active in the war, he had no reason to be, but he was still apart of it whether he liked it or not.
There were still days, as there always would be, that he wished to return to Thailand but he knew it was an empty hope. He could visit his family, that wouldn’t be so bad, but he couldn’t move back. He couldn’t risk facing his former friends, the idea of it hurt too much, he didn’t want the truth getting out to his family. At times Boon-nam wished he could return to the past and undo his slip up, shut his mouth before he’d slipped up, but other times he was ok with it. He knew now what his friends thought of him, knowing what he was, he knew the friendship wasn’t as strong as he’d thought.
As he wandered down the street, headed to the small carnival which was open for the autumn season, his hands stuffed into his pockets Boon-nam was letting his mind wander. He really did miss being home although here wasn’t bad...it just...wasn’t the same. There were bits and pieces, in some areas, that reminded him of home...but it wasn’t the same.
Reaching the grounds he let his feet carry him towards the slowest ride - the carousel. Paying for the ticket, to ride the wooden horses, he climbed on just before the ride started. Keeping to himself he tried to lose himself in the slow movements and the music but it soon became hard to do so. It wasn’t because of his own thoughts but rather the sounds he started to hear.
His english wasn’t the best but it had gotten better in the last two years, it had to since he lived here, but why was he hearing people scream and the word fire? Over and over he heard fire and run, get off, and it made no sense as he looked around and saw no one shouting those things. No one rushing around, as he felt the people shouting would have been doing. It made no sense and he wondered just what was going on. The sound was faint but impossible to mistake.
It was over the music and then blending into the music...like it was a part of the track being played. But why? Was it to make the ride more...Halloween? More scary? No...that made no sense. So then what?
As he looked around, as the noise continued, Boon-nam could remember hearing that people died on this ride a long time ago.Lots of people...and a fire. Could he be hearing the spirits? That made sense, and was scary to think about, were the spirits tied to this ride and unable to pass on? Had some not been buried and the spirits were lost and clung to what they knew last? They weren’t causing harm, just scaring him and perhaps others, but they needed to move on; of that he was sure.
When the ride ended he got off, almost reluctantly, while wondering how odd it would be if someone came here to try and help the lost spirits so they could find peace. He could, as he moved away, hear someone whispering about moving shadows that had been running and with flailing arms. Another person, further away, was whispering about hearing screams. So it hadn’t been just him. They were here and trapped...how long had it been? He couldn’t remember. They needed help.
Making his way towards another ride he decided to talk to his aunt and uncle about it; see what they thought.
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