The Wheel of Dublin

For about a month in 2010, I helped out on The Wheel of Dublin. It was an awful job, seeing as no one was really interested in riding it. The only people that would ever ride were groups of people, tourists and families.
My job was to take their money, help them onto their "car" and show them how to use the buttons inside it. But most of the time, I'd be sitting there bored out of my mind.
I had a friend, Mark, who lived nearby. He would walk his dog around the Docklands and bring me a coffee. It was the highpoint in my day. After about two weeks of working there, I noticed everyday at noon, a man dressed in a white shirt, a waistcoat and black trousers would stand beside the Teddy Bear sculpture for exactly an hour. It happened every single day.
I asked one of my co-workers, Josh (The Awesome), who had worked there for about two months now which was all the time he was there and he had no idea what I was talking about. "That fella! The one who's always beside the teddy bear!" I said to him. He just looked at me like I was crazy. I was starting to think maybe I was going mad.
One horrible, rainy, dark day, I asked Josh if I could go get a coffee. "I don't think Mark will be out today," I told him. He said okay. Instead of getting a coffee, I waited behind the Teddy Bear sculpture. Sure enough, the man appeared and I walked right over to him. "Excuse me, but are you alright there sir?" I asked. No reply. I tapped him on the shoulder and nothing happened. Three tourists dressed in them stupid raincoat ponchos approached me. "You alright yourself?" one asked me. "Yeah just asking your man somethi-." He was gone. I ran back to the wheel.
"Where's your coffee?" Josh asked me. "Well, the line was real long so I just left," I replied. "How could he have just left?" I asked myself. I made a plan to take a picture of him the next day to prove to everyone I wasn't mad.
When he appeared the next day, I took a picture of him with my phone. When I went to check it, I was shocked. It was red and the man was there. Next to him lay a dead woman. They both seemed to be staring into my eyes. Then my phone shut off. When I turned it back on, I had about ten new messages. "No using your phone Here!" called Josh.
When I was at the bus stop, I started reading the messages. "She left me. You wouldn't leave me, would you?" one read. It was starting to make sense now. He was probably vengeful towards woman in the picture so he killed her. Was he saying I was next? I had no idea.
That Saturday, my friend Mark came to the market that was on beside the wheel. He tied his dog near the teddy statue. I said I'd watch over him. At noon the man came and stole his dog, and I pursued him until he was cornered in an alleyway. The dog was gone. Then the man looked me right in the eye. His face looked awful, all the skin had been ripped off. "You're next," he mouthed at me.
After that, I handed in my notice. I was glad when the wheel was taken down in the winter of 2011. But the teddy statue was still there. I try to avoid going past it. Thank God I live a good bit away from it. Thank God I live a good bit away from HIM.
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