Talk to Nice Sleep

Story 1

The Reaper

It was 11 p.m. when we opened at the park gates

to the private party of only 40 people.

For a park that handled thousands on a daily basis, this was a change.

As the park's head of security, I was getting paid time and a half to work this lock-in,

which wouldn't be over until 8 o'clock the next morning.

I had a whole new set of worries, as I welcomed the group into the park, along with the

manager and a handful of other employees, including the events coordinator, who happened

to be my girlfriend.

The overnight celebration was

for a young man's 21st birthday, and it was the first lock-in we'd ever done. Personally,

I didn't like being in the park after 10 at night. I had heard the stories, and I had even

witnessed a few strange things myself on nights when I stayed late to finish paperwork about the day's events.

Nothing too wild, nothing that made me believe in ghosts, but strange things nonetheless.

Like whispers from the shadows, or phantom screams from the roller coasters.

Like the feeling of being watched, or the sound of a

foot scraping the pavement right behind me. Little things, creepy things. But time and a half was

good money. The kid's multi-millionaire dad had made it worth our while to have the party here.

Plus, I got to spend much of the night with Riley, who, as the event coordinator, was at the

group's Beck and Call.

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