“Come on, chicken, get on the rollercoaster!” Sam shouted to Frank.
“I'll wait down here,” Frank responded, his knees feeling like jelly and heart pounding like a drum in his chest at just the sight of the ride.
“You better deal with that phobia,” Sam advised as the Rollercoaster began to move.
“I am,” whispered Frank, checking his watch.
A huge explosion rocked the amusement park. There were no survivors as the Rollercoaster was a mixture of crushed metal and mangled flesh oozing clumps of blood.
“One down, hundreds more to go. No more rollercoasters, no more phobia,” Frank grinned.
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