Reliving the past...

When you open your eyes, it takes you a while to realize you're already awake. Partly, that's because you feel so... strange. But it's also because what you're seeing can't be right. You're not in the house anymore... but that's only part of the problem. You're in a place that shouldn't even exist anymore.

Back when you were a teen-ager, there used to be an abandoned amusement park near your neighborhood. Everyone used to call it "Score Park" because that's where people used to go to "score" -- whether ****, or with women of ill-repute. They demolished it two years ago, part of the on-going gentrification of the bad side of the tracks... but somehow, you're there, looking at the abandoned stalls with shelves still stacked with stuffed toys and other prizes, the Tunnel of Love, House of Horror, and a rickety ferris wheel visible from where you're standing. You're actually standing near the old carousel used to be, what your friends used to call the "Wheel of Bad Taste" because instead of horses, kids were expected to ride these caricatures of muscley men and voluptuos women... Heh, you haven't thought about that carousel since...

Since...

Since you played that nasty prank on Jessie, all those years ago. When you'd tied him to the carousel, dressed like a woman, just as the sun was going to come down and the junkies and predators about to come out...

And that's when you realize how fucked you are.

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You whirl around, or try to, only to find yourself tied to one of the poles of the carousel. With wide, unbelieving eyes, you look down at yourself and see...