Story Of The Week
Ladies and gentlemen,
Here's an original weekly short-story from the bizarre mind of Litrejunkie. Word!
No doubt. it was scary, but man, was it fun! My eyes gravitated to the bottom-end of the boardwalk where you could walk out on the pier and look at her as if she were a 4-story shadow hiding a large portion of the Atlantic Ocean. The structure wasn't just a tourist attraction, it was almost a spirit that lurked at the dark-end of the boardwalk. The Haunted Castle in Ocean City, Maryland, scared the shit out of me, but at the same time, it was attractive, too. The actors would hang-out of her fouth-story window wearing white makeup and black lipstick, black robes, long-hair, and maybe a few drops of blood. With Def-Leppard blaring-out in the background from the Himalaya ride across the pier, and the uncanny howl of the ocean breeze made for a chilling, yet exciting experience. The first time I went through the castle, the actors would wreak havoc on those who dared cross its front door. People screamed, the waves slammed against the castle, and I knew it was time to split! Although the moon usually glows-off the east-side of the castle, it was dark enough to make a break out the garbage chute that emptied into the Atlantic Ocean.
I fought the fierce waves, shark-fins, and the cold high-tide that was coming into shore. They didn't see me escape, I was good...but I still had to make it out of the water. I was found 19 nautical miles off-shore by Captain Melvin Star, early next morning. Capt. Star was the Coast Gaurd's finest troop, and he and his crew found me near lunar bowie 49. Thanks guys, that rocked!
So later that evening at Marty's Picnic Ranch, we gave those horses a good shoin' in the ass, ya know just to get 'em moving for the big race. Molly and Jarelle, showed me how to dance "chicken-style" for the next 2-weeks. When I awoke in the Dade County Correctional Facility with Irena under one arm, a bottle of good booze under the other, and a whopper of a headache. Wheww, man, those last two weeks really knocked my ass in the dirt. But then again,
Egyptian sidewinder banana soup was served bedside that morning.
So in the end, the Haunted Castle burned-down in the mid '90s. When I returned to visit it again I was a bit disappointed to see it was gone. They took the insurance money and built some other stupid kiddie rides. The music was gone, but the nostalgia still lingers in the ocean breeze...the actors gone, the EPA cleaned-up the ocean garbage dump, and I still have the rolling papers and bottle of booze Irena gave me the night we met in the castle.
Gettin' jiggy wit it!