Thread: The Wicked and Twisted *Updated 5/22/17*

RE The Value of I Plots in 1st POV Themepark Horror See more It was a perfect day, one where it was sunny, but not overbearingly hot and mixed with the right amount of coolness from the occasional breeze that sweeps over your skin, at least, that's what I thought as I stood in line with my 5 year old son at the Island Park. The Island Park was a theme park with many rumors and bizarre tales that date back from the 1960's when it was built. Some of it was true, like the park roller-coaster derailing killing 14 passengers, or the homicidal sicko who worked as the park mascot and managed to kill 8 women. It was rumored that he raped them all, but the paper never reported on anything like that. Then there were the bizarre stories like ghosts that only appeared at night when the park was supposed to be closed, or the empty mascot suit running around chasing people. It was the kind of bogus stories that ran for decades that eventually led to the park's last season. Mickey was devastated when I told him that the Island Park was closing for good. He made me promise we would go one last time before it closed and a week later we were standing in line waiting to buy our tickets. I have to admit, even though the park only had another week left it in before closing, they were really putting out all the stops. I had never seen so many people at the park and it was only the afternoon. Things usually picked up in the evening until closing. Trent, Mickey's father, would have loved coming on such a lovely day. Instead he was deployed overseas, thanks to the United States Army. Eventually we were able to buy our tickets. Grand last days also meant grand hike in prices, but I couldn't turn down Mickey even if I wanted to. I don't think anything could ever beat the look on my son's face after we rode the flying scooters or the bumper cars. We spent several hours riding on his favorite rides, some more than once. It was evening and I was tired and ready to go, but he managed to get me to go on one more ride. It was the Tunnel 'Round the World. As cheesy as it sounds, it was actually where Trent and I had our first 'moment'. A little swan boat takes you through a tunnel and in it are different dioramas of major cities around the world. It's colorful with loud music which makes for a great place to have a private moment. For a boy like Mickey, it was a place of wonder, where he could gaze at the world in its innocent glory. The line wasn't too long and we were sitting in our own little swan boat. The first part of the tunnel is dark, but then it opens up to a model of San Francisco, and then the Grand Canyon, and Mount Rushmore, before the Statue of Liberty. Then there's another dark passage before moving across the sea to England with Big Ben and the London Eye. I yawned as we passed England. I must have seen this a million times, or I really was tired. France was next and my eyes were beginning to feel heavy. I was struggling to keep them open, yet the whole time I heard this buzzing noise in the back of my mind underneath the French music. We passed into another dark tunnel and my eyes closed for good. I had never fallen asleep on a ride before. I always thought that I would be somewhere between sleep and awake, but I was 100 sleeping and the strange thing was, I knew I was sleeping. I was standing alone in a dark room, but my feet were under water. At first I thought I was dreaming of the Tunnel 'Round the World, but it had never looked like this. Then I heard laughter echoing all around me. I couldn't tell where it was coming from, but I looked around all the same. Then the voice began to speak. He's not really here, he never was. He doesn't exist, yet you pretend he does. I grew frightened. The voice was a woman's and she was talking about my son, that much I knew. You're on your way to my domain and when you get here I'll be sure to plant a new seed in you, one that will grow in my image and power. He will have his way with the world like a child and a toy. The voice stopped, but I kept spinning wanting to catch some sign of whoever was here with me. I sank to my knees, the water splashing through my jeans and I blinked back a tear that had formed in my eye. Then I was awake. I thought I was still dreaming because everything was dark, but I was sitting in the swan boat. I quickly turned to my right where Mickey should be, but he was gone. Mickey! I yelled out. Nothing. Mickey! I called out again. Still nothing. Oh my God! Someone stop the ride, my boy is missing! The boat kept going and this time I heard the voice of my son. Over here mommy. Catch me if you can! His voice was echoing through the tunnel before me. How he managed to get ahead, I had no idea, but I was desperate to see my son and make sure he was safe. I was about to climb overboard when I saw the light at the end of the tunnel. When we first arrived at the park, it was sunny without a cloud in the sky. Now everything was grey and cloud covered. It reminded me of my most depressing days when I didn't want to do anything because it looked like it was about to rain. I looked around the park and there was not a soul around and vines covered most of the buildings. I knew the park was the cleanest in the world, but I knew that it had never gotten out of control like this. Mickey! I yelled again as the boat came to the end of the ride. Somewhere, out in front of me on the path leading to another area of the park I heard his little voice. Follow me, mommy! As soon as the boat stopped, I jumped out and followed the path. The first ride after the Tunnel 'Round the World was the Mirror Funhouse. This had been one of Mickey's favorite attractions, so I figured he'd be hiding around in there waiting to play a joke on me. I walked in and was immediately met by my own reflection. I knew the layout of the maze like the back of my hand, so it took no time getting to the center of the maze. The center was the midpoint for a series of different paths and it was surrounded by mirrors. I thought Mickey would be here and since he wasn't he would be here shortly. I looked around for signs of my son's approach, but was only met with my reflection. Then I stopped. I was facing a mirror and staring back at me was a perfect reflection, but one critical aspect was different. In the reflection I was completely naked. I turned around thinking this to be some sick joke, but all the mirrors now displayed my naked body. I stopped again, this time noticing something new. Behind my reflection was some sort of monster, one that you'd find in some B horror flick. It had its hands or tentacles on top of my shoulders and something was sliding up my bare leg. I couldn't watch to see where it was going to end up, but another reflection showed something similar, but with a new monster. I spun around and all the mirrors showed similar things. Horrified, I ran and each mirror I passed showed my naked body being raped by a new monster in a different position. In one, I was bent over while a thin creature pulled on my hair and thrust against me. In another, I was dangling in the air by my arms while some tentacles had my legs spread and another was pumping into me. The one that horrified me the most was the one where I was laying on my back with my legs wrapped around some fat creature. The expression on my face scared me most, as it looked like I was enjoying it. As I ran, I lost focus of where I was and was lost for a few minutes. I was subjected to all sorts of horror each worse than the last. I saw the door and ran right towards it, but was met with one last mirror. I glanced right at it, not wanting to remember it, but it stuck in my mind. It was a very pregnant me with a blanks stare in my eyes. I burst through the door and ran down the path until I couldn't see the Mirror Funhouse anymore. I knew I wasn't in the real world anymore, I must still be dreaming, but somehow, I knew I wasn't. And what about what that woman was saying, how my son wasn't real. I knew he was, I had so many memories of him, hell I remember giving birth to him. The more I walked on, the more I became unsure. And what about the Mirror Funhouse? All manner of monsters and ghosts from the park's past was having their way with me. Was that just a horror show or of things to come? Then there was the pregnant me. Despite being raped by all manner of monsters, I knew that only one creature was going to knock me up, and that was the woman in the Tunnel. Looking for a partner to play as the monsters, creatures, ghosts that run around the park. Each encounter will be a close call, maybe some sex, before making my escape. I will also lose some clothing with each encounter until the fateful encounter with the Lady in the Tunnel who is futa btw and seeks to impregnate me. Possible Face Claims 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 The Big Bad Boss See more Sorry, there is no narrative for this one just yet because the one that's swimming in my head is a lengthy one and will take time to write out. But in the meantime, the basic idea of the plot involves two women who are a couple and live together work at a hotel chain. The boss' daughter has just inherited the chain and seems to always be picking on the lesbian couple. Not only that, she has openly displayed her disgust for same sex couples. The pair try to hide their relationship at work, but it's only a matter of time. One evening one of the women comes home to see her loved one in bed with the boss and even more, the boss turns out to be a futa. She looks up and sees the new watcher. Grinning she says You're next.