When Everly woke up the next morning, she went through her usual routine—shower, get dressed, attempt to look like a functioning human being—before wandering toward the dining room for breakfast.
In one hand, she absently tossed up and caught a keychain: a chibi gorilla plushie that Alan had impulse-bought at the gift shop last night, probably out of guilt for cutting their amusement park adventure short.
Toss. Catch. Toss. Catch.
Her mind kept circling back to the Ferris wheel incident. The more she thought about it, the weirder it got. The timing had been too perfect—lights going out right at the peak, that violent shaking, then everything returning to normal like some cosmic prank.
This is exactly how horror movies start. Creepy incident at an amusement park, then boom—vengeful spirit attachment, mysterious accidents, people start dying in increasingly creative ways...
She threw the keychain up again, watching it tumble through the air.
