Day 34

PROMPT: Write a romantic thriller that takes place at a sketchy amusement park.
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Connor could hear voices as he drew closer. He slowed his steps. “You did this!” he heard someone yell and then Lynn’s shaky voice whispering for him to shut up. Her voice on the phone had been the same, stranger and scarier than he’d ever heard her sound in their years of knowing each other.

He’d gotten there as quickly as he could. He’d parked in the nearly empty parking lot for Adventure Park when he arrived. He’d come here a lot as a child with his parents and friends. Then again in High School. It had been a good place to hang out and smoke. But it had been 8 years since he graduated High School. He wondered, not for the first time, what she was doing here. He didn’t even know she was in town.

He’d paid a bored looking teenager the entrance fee and made his way past ride that looked like they would fall apart if you shifted your weight on them the wrong way. It had been a while, but he hadn’t forgotten the way to get behind the pirate ship ride. His feet had taken him there without him having to try. It was a cold day in late October. The park would soon close for the season, but the squeaking hinges and rusting rides made it look like it already had.

Connor stood a few feet away from the voice, around the corner. His heart sped up as he considered the possibilities for what Lynn had gotten into- for what she had gotten him into. He peaked his head around the corner and caught a glimpse of a man he didn’t recognize. The man was tied to the fence behind the ride. A shadow that could’ve been Lynn or anyone else paced back and forth just out of sight. “I swear I didn’t do anything,” came Lynn’s desperate voice, “Tell me you believe me and we can forget about this!”

Connor could tell she was crying. He looked around for something he could hold- a weapon maybe- that would make him feel more prepared. He found nothing. He took a deep breath and rounded the corner anyway. “Lynn?” She turned to him. “Connor!” As she said his name she broke down into his chest and he held her close, assessing the scene as quickly as he could. The man on the fence was a boy, a park employee still in his uniform. “What’s going on?” Connor whispered. Lynn’s eyes met his, she looked terrified. “I didn’t do it. I don’t know what happened.”

He was about to ask what she was talking about when his gaze shifted to the far corner of the space. He could see someone’s feet lying on the ground, the rest of the person out of sight. And there was blood. A chill went through him. “What did you do?”