Dreamworld: Extreme Horror — Sam West

It is Halloween and Jim Pearson is on his stag-night in Broadgate, famous for its sticks of rock, dirty postcards and the now closed down amusement-park, Dreamworld. When a leaflet advertising a spooky, midnight tour of the supposedly haunted theme-park flutters through the pub door and lands on their table, he jumps at the chance. Anything to avoid the infamous strip-clubs along the promenade. Anything to get away from Gavin, his brother's boorish thug of a mate.

The hapless stags aren't the only ones to get their hands on a leaflet. Shy and retiring Georgina is on a reluctant girl's night out with a work colleague and she too wants to do the tour. Anything to avoid being dragged to another trendy nightclub.

Welcome to the tour of Dreamworld.

Welcome to hell on earth.

This is an extreme horror novella. Please proceed with caution.