Haunted House Terrors and Ferris Wheel Sparks
Right in front of the Ghost House. Ghost House.
“No way, are you scared?”
At Carlyle's question, Bianca immediately denied it.
“Yeah, no?!” And she clamped her hand over her mouth.
I'm not, damn it!
A real man wouldn't be scared of something like this, right? Of course, Bianca knew that fact all too well. So out of pride, unconsciously trying to prove she wasn't scared, she blurted out the denial. But her face had gone pale. Her lips were parched dry. And understandably so—Bianca Shama was pretty damn scared of ghosts. It was embarrassing, sure. But did she need another reason? Scary things were scary, what could she do?
Around when Bianca was seven years old.
[Hey, Vita. You've grown up, huh? Gonna have your own room now?]
[Jealous?]
[Jealous my ass, kid. Bro's gonna show you something good.]
Her mischievous second brother had insisted on showing her those ghost movies. Bianca had been way too young for that stuff.
[…]
She couldn't move, couldn't even scream. It was all so alien to her pure-hearted self. Ghosts tumbling down stairs upside down, ghosts with mouths torn to their ears chasing people.
[Uwaaack—!]
Of course, that night Bianca couldn't sleep alone. The next day, her brother laughed at her, but she couldn't even react.
That memory lingered as trauma, so she was still the type to fear ghosts. Even telling herself there were no such things in real life.
But what if... they really exist?
Thoughts like that.
But in the end, as a man... she had to overcome this fear. Overcome, overcome...
As Bianca kept hesitating, Carlyle spoke up again.
“If you're scared, you don't have to go in. Of course, I'd like to go together... but if you're scared, no helping it.”
Ugh, that jerk. Bianca knew he was provoking her on purpose. But...
If you're scared? The repeated phrase made her clench her fists.
“...No, I'll go in.”
Unaware that her rival's provocation had worked, and he'd smirked at it.
And so, the two entered the Ghost House.
It was called a Ghost House, but this place changed concepts each season.
The Longest and Scariest: Terror and Screams of the Abandoned Hospital
As they entered the tent, a grand space unfolded. It wasn't a tent—it was a partition. A creepy abandoned hospital, a well-crafted set. They slowly approached the entrance.
Fake, fake. Chanting it inwardly, but Bianca's face was still pale. Her legs were already trembling just from reading the signboard.
Restricted for minors, heart patients, and the faint of heart.
This abandoned hospital was once built to house rare mental patients...
From the description, the concept was set about 25 years ago. There used to be a specialist hospital here with 50 years of history. But the director was a monstrous psychopath who preyed on society's vulnerable for his own gain.
Human experimentation, organ trafficking.
Carlyle's low voice read the description.
“...This place was practically hell. When the director's evil deeds were exposed by chance, he decided to silence the patients completely. He locked them in solitary cells and sealed the doors with concrete walls.”
And it secretly kept operating. But it went bankrupt 25 years ago.
However, recently...
The concrete walls collapsed due to heavy rain, exposing part of this old ward to the world. To you visitors who stumbled here by chance, we now entrust this request.
“Looks like this is the request.”
Carlyle unfolded a letter pinned to the signboard.
Go to the examination room, emergency room, and morgue.
“...What do we do there?”
At Bianca's anxious question, Carlyle lowered his voice, making it eerie on purpose.
“Once you enter here... you must pass through those three places to escape.”
Creaaak—
At that moment, the hospital entrance before them swung open. Chilly air seeped out, the inside so dark it felt cold.
The two began walking the dark corridors of the abandoned hospital.
Fake, fake. Even chanting it inwardly, her heart pounded wildly. Bianca was seriously starting to want to run away. But she wasn't some loser guy. She was just naturally jumpy about this stuff, and the place was too realistic.
The interior was so dark they relied almost entirely on Carlyle's flashlight. Every time the dim beam swept around...
Eek—!
Bianca tensed up needlessly, on edge constantly.
And sure enough, as they neared the first spot—the examination room—a cold draft hit them.
“Wh-what's that—!”
“Just special effects.”
Cold air was actually billowing from the floor. And the scene before them: papers strewn everywhere, bloodstains covering the walls, even bizarre scorch marks trailing across the ceiling.
Bianca instinctively hid behind Carlyle.
“Nothing weird, right...?”
She was on the verge of tears for real. Not joking. The situation was terrifying, running felt wrong, she hated herself for it, but it was too scary.
Swish—
Something brushed her ankle.
“Kyaaack—!”
Bianca screamed her lungs out. She didn't even notice her shriek sounded fully girly now.
“C-Carlyle—!”
Tears nearly spilling, she clung to his back like a grasshopper.
“What's wrong, Bianca?”
“Hmm, not really. I didn't see anything?”
Was Carlyle's voice laughing? Must be her imagination.
“Carlyle, let's get out! Right now! I can't do this anymore...”
Her clear, fragile voice was on the brink of tears. But Carlyle didn't care.
“What are you talking about? This is just the first spot.”
He was a bit exasperated, honestly. But she was so cute, he teased her more with a serious tone, making her stiffen.
“...R-right.”
“Why are you so scared?”
“I'm not scared...!”
Carlyle turned, soothing her.
“I'll give you one arm. You can cling tight. You're not scared, right? You can do it, Bianca?”
Then seriously:
“You're not planning to bail at the first spot—the examination room.”
It was scary, really. But she couldn't refuse Carlyle's words. Bianca Shama always had her pride and competitive spirit.
Luckily for her, both had sharp minds.
They desperately solved the riddles.
Worn Doctor's Medical Records
Isolation Ward Diary
Finding hidden messages in faded, torn papers. Unlocking padlocks with chemical formulas on medicine bottles.
“...Not too tough.”
They solved the riddles without much hitch on the way to the second spot. Of course, eerie sounds popped up randomly, or corpse dummies dropped from the side.
“Eek!”
“Uwaa!”
“Kyaaack—!”
Like that. Bianca screamed her heart out the whole time. But somehow, with Carlyle, they reached the final spot.
The morgue—where bodies were kept. A chilling air rose from the entrance. By now, Bianca was glued to Carlyle. Their distance had gradually closed until it was zero.
“N-nothing there, right?”
Her upper body rubbed against his arm, but she had no time to care.
“Eek!”
She just flinched in genuine shock or terror, clinging to him with all her might. Her face was deathly pale now.
Carlyle Schultz, meanwhile, was utterly calm. Even when he hugged or stroked her occasionally, she didn't notice. He wasn't scared at all, unlike her. It annoyed her but also reassured her. Truth be told, she was barely holding on because of him. He was her lifeline.
It's all staged. This cold is just effects.
Chanting it, but she was still scared. Her thin cardigan left her subtly chilly, making her shiver.
Something warm draped over her trembling shoulders.
“If you're cold, wait here.”
Carlyle's leather jacket. As he tried to enter alone, Bianca grabbed him tight.
“What? Leave me here alone?!”
Are you insane?! She plastered herself to his side again, like a summer cicada on a tree.
“Do that and you're on your own.”
No way she could be alone. Carlyle chuckled, satisfied, and hugged her once.
“Got it.”
Teasing jerk. Bianca pouted furiously but couldn't let go.
Surprisingly? The final room had almost nothing.
“Isn't the last room usually the hardest?”
“Weird.”
They escaped the abandoned hospital unscathed. Even the timid Bianca tilted her head.
Of course, she and Carlyle had no idea.
That the morgue staff had gone on a temporary strike that day. The salting at the entrance was no joke, reality hit hard.
Amusement park dates have must-do courses: night views and Ferris wheels.
Carlyle Schultz had been waiting for this. Sealed space alone together—mood would be perfect. Gaze at the night view, slowly initiate skinship... sounded great.
“...Ugh, I'm beat.”
Bianca was wiped out. Carlyle chuckled softly. She seemed bold usually, but so jumpy. That was why Bianca Shama intrigued him—always unexpected sides. Looked haughty and aloof but innocently pure, fiercely competitive yet weak in weird spots. He'd fallen for those charms without knowing when.
Do you like Bianca Shama?
If asked, he couldn't say yes for sure yet. But maybe soon, Carlyle thought. He'd never liked anyone before. He guessed this feeling was that, but no certainty. Anyway, he was enjoying it now. Just watching Bianca was fun.
“Have fun today?”
At his question, the exhausted girl nodded weakly.
“...Yeah, probably?”
Would've been better without the Ghost House. But she'd overcome it!
“The Ghost House wasn't so bad, huh.”
She grinned triumphantly. Carlyle was baffled but laughed along.
This moment made getting Wizni Park tickets worth it. It opened seasonally; miss it, wait till winter. Last week, he'd been busy after school with a part-time job. Couldn't understand himself, first time like this. But he'd put in real effort for this date with Bianca Shama. Wanted it special. Plus, she'd had a rough time lately. Other reasons too, but for now, he focused on the Ferris wheel ahead.
“Let's ride this.”
“Oh, yeah, must-do.”
Duh, Ferris wheel was essential here. Time had flown; hardly anyone around.
Bianca spoke up.
“We the last ones?”
“Looks like most have gone.”
They boarded together.
Bianca had been to amusement parks as a kid, but first Ferris wheel—heart racing with excitement.
Please fasten your seatbelts. The Ferris wheel will start moving soon.
The view shifted as it rose.
“Wooow—”
Bianca let out a small gasp at the nightscape. Rising high enough to see people as dots. The vast Wizni Park looked like a fairy-tale castle, lights sparkling ethereally.
Her excited face replayed the day.
Fun day.
Ghost House was scary, but looking back, all good memories. Even with her nemesis-rival Carlyle Schultz. Being with him felt strangely comfortable and fun. The night view outside was fantastical, lifting her spirits.
Let's figure out why I reacted to that idiot's nonsense!
Her initial goal: confirm if that confession moment was that feeling. She'd forgotten that purpose somewhere.
It's fine now anyway.
She was just happy. So Bianca didn't realize what this situation usually meant. Young man and woman alone in a Ferris wheel. Beautiful night view, quiet surroundings. Perfect mood—and Carlyle wouldn't miss it.
“Bianca.”
Calling her name. As she turned, he kissed her. Her wide amethyst eyes right in front of him. She flailed, hand hovering uncertainly—push away or not? Answer was obvious, but she froze, unsure how to react.
Meanwhile, Carlyle caught her hands. Sucking sounds, tongues entwining.
“W-wait.”
Embarrassed but flushed, Bianca tried to stop him.
“Not here, even if...”
She didn't realize what she was saying, just trying to halt him.
“That's why we're here.”
Carlyle smirked oddly. Progress? Not rejecting other places. But greedy, he wouldn't stop. His heated golden eyes scanned her cute heart headband and pretty features thoroughly. His hand interlocked with her much softer, smaller one, trapping it.
“Mm... Hn!”
Bianca got swept up too. And so, they kissed the whole Ferris wheel ride! For 20 whole minutes! Half-willingly swept away. Bianca felt weird down there in her underwear.
Th-this is insane...!
She couldn't speak. Self-loathing hit; she covered her face. Punching the laughing Carlyle was pure annoyance.
Passengers, please disembark. Ride time is over.
The announcement played. They hesitated, then awkwardly got off. Both disheveled, couldn't exit right away.
A staffer approached the pair.
“Carlyle Schultz?”
“Yes, but...”
“You've won an event prize. It's...”
Hearing it out, they exchanged looks.
“F-for real?”
Bianca double-checked, unsure if she'd like it.
The staffer smiled and explained again.
“So, tonight you two can stay at Wizni Park Hotel. What do you say?”