Morris: Horror TrainLute gripped onto the side handles of the cart so tightly that his knuckles were a strained white. The ride rolled into a cemetery as the vice-like grip around his arm tightened painfully, leading the virtuoso to wince and about to plead with Trixie to let go when yet another horrible cackle rippled through the chill air. This time, the voice was right
behind them.
The virtuoso let out a wordless shriek as he whirled around to face the ghost, but before he could even see it the arms wrapped around his face pulled him back. Combined with the sudden stop, Lute ended up falling backwards on the bottom of the cart, his legs making wild kicking motions towards the source of the noise soon as he was able to raise them. Despite what he believed would happen, nary a floury hand nor a white sheet made its way towards them. Instead, what greeted him when he got up was Lucienâs smug laughing face.
âYeah, not funny,â Lute repeated what Trixie said and even imitated her pose without realizing it. As they continued glaring daggers at him, the summoner let out a weak chuckle before staring off to the space behind the duo. âUh, guys? I think you should look at that,â Lucien stammered out but Lute wasnât having any of it. âNot falling for your joke again, mister,â The virtuoso scowled and took his sweet time to reseat himself, âRaaaagh raaagh, hmmph. Gave me a heart attack, thatâs what.â
âActually⊠You should really stop griping and look up.âWhen he did, Lute had to blink to ascertain that there was indeed a pair of glowing red eyes peering at them from behind a large tombstone. When he took a second to glance over at Lucien and then look back, it was gone. âAhahahaha, thatâs funny. Why isnât the cart movviiiing?â By now, his voice sounded more like a whine than a question. Lute decided to peek over the edge of the ride to see whether there was something wrong with the wheels, and when he did so the tombstone in front of him flashed and the next thing he knew he was staring right at those unnerving scarlet eyes. As if having that weird thing hop in from, like, the other end of the room to a meter in front of you in a few seconds wasnât unnerving, the same effects were popping up one after another until it looked like the three of them were staring back into a cave with a hundred of rabid bats peering back.
The already dim lights died and the eyes hovered closer.
âWaaah! Why is it broken, oh my Gods!?â Lute screeched and practically threw himself over the front of the cart to inspect the rails. Without the light though, he could barely see his own hand in front of his face, let alone that. âOkay, what if weâre stuck? Wait, who am I kidding, weâre not!â When the glowing bloodred orbs were but a maddening few inches from them the cart suddenly creaked and bolted forward, throwing the poor virtuoso against the hard wall beside Lucien as their ride neared its end.