Six Flags: New Orleans [Jack & Rick / OPEN]

[Jacklyn]

The Unhappiest Place on Earth

by: Cathy Richards

In 2005, the city of New Orleans, Louisiana was struck by a devastating hurricane known commonly as Hurricane Katrina. It left many homes and businesses destroyed, including a Six Flags Theme Park. The park, commonly referred to as Six Flags New Orleans, was closed down due to the storm in 2005. After the storm had passed, the park had sustained an excessive amount of damage. It was entirely submerged in water 4-7 feet deep across the entire park. 80% of the park buildings were destroyed, along with most of the rides. The Six Flags Corporation could not afford to rebuild such a catastrophic disaster, leaving the park closed and abandoned. Over the years, many young people have expressed interest in visiting the abandoned park as a private place to explore and vandalize. Through the years, the park has become home to a local gang, holding many gang meetings in the abandoned buildings. It is rumored that some members in the gang were murdered in a disagreement fight. No official police evidence can confirm or deny such an incident, but local teenagers rumor anyone who trespasses the premises now never return. The park is suspected to be haunted by the gang members killed ruthlessly in battle.

The police on Tuesday finally discovered a body at the abandoned park. The victim was confirmed to be a female college student 20 years of age that was reported to have gone missing three months back. The body was surprisingly well preserved and left out in the front of the park, outside the perimeter gates. Police suspect…

Jack clicked over to a new tab displaying driving directions to a small motel in New Orleans, Luisiana. She had earlier received an email containing this article from a local county newspaper in New Orleans. The sender was careful to not reveal their identity through sending the message. There was no name associated with it and the address was just a random assortment of numbers and letters followed by @gmail.com. Jack had done more research into the abandoned theme park already, confirming the legitimacy of these local rumors. She had just finished a job in Georgia involving a Wendigo and a teenage couple out on a secret camping trip. Since she was not too far from Luisiana and she had no other pressing jobs, she figured she might as well take a look.

Jack memorized the rest of the way she had left to go and closed her laptop, placing it in a carrying bag. She grabbed a duffel bag sitting on her motel table and left the room, adjourning to her black 2005 Jeep Wrangler. She threw her belongings in the back of the car and got in the drivers seat. It was 7:00AM and she was leaving the motel she stopped at for the night in Montgomery, Alabama. The humid air was already warm and uncomfortable. She flipped on the A/C and drove off to New Orleans.
She arrived in New Orleans not long before noon and decided to get some food at a local cafe. When she got there, she was pleasantly surprised to see a group of teenagers stationed in a booth towards the back. Jack purposefully slid into the booth next to them and ordered a small meal while she attempted to eavesdrop on the local teens. She thought she heard them mention the park when the server came out with her food and she unfortunately missed a portion of their conversation. They were quiet, making it very difficult to hear, but they seemed to know the victim found outside the park last Tuesday. Jack was about to turn and attempt to ask them some questions about the local rumors about the park when they all got up and left the cafe. Jack exhaled, disappointed in her missed opportunity and focused her attention instead on the food in front of her. She looked up on her phone the nearest motel and made plans to check in there next.

[Rick Morrison]

    Rick sat in his booth in the café, coffee in hand, clicking through the internet, looking for odd occurrences in Louisiana. He came to New Orleans because he'd come to the conclusion that with a city this massive, with such a rich history in voodoo and spirits, he could undoubtedly find a job or two. If not, he was still in a nice vacationing spot, and god knows he could use some time off. He kept clicking through scanned newspaper articles until he found one regarding an abandoned amusement park and some missing teenagers. Perfect, Rick thought. He took a sip of his coffee, and wrote down the directions to the park. Rick looked over, and saw the group of teenagers talking in the corner, and the woman sitting in the booth just next to them. She wasn't speaking to anyone in the group, and she didn't look like she was one of them. She was obviously eavesdropping, for whatever reason.

    After he was done writing down the information he got from the web surrounding the theme park, he closed his laptop, put his computer and legal pad in his bag, and left. He got into his car and drove back to the motel he was staying at. He slid his bag under the bed, and decided to go out for a smoke. I should have just paid the extra forty dollars for a smoker's room, It's kind of chilly out. It's not like I actually would have had to work for the money, Rick thought. He finished his cigarette and went back into his room. He grabbed his backpack and filled it with a couple containers of salt, a flask of holy water, a book on spirits and exorcisms, and extra rock-salt slugs. Along with those things, he packed a bottle of lighter fluid. He took his bag out to his car, grabbed his shotgun from the trunk, and stored it between the driver and passenger seats.


    Rick drove out to the amusement park, and parked his car near some trees and bushes at the end of the parking lot. He briskly walked to the front gate and looked into the park. I've been doing this for a little while, but god damn, these places are spooky at night, Rick thought. He got to the gate, and saw that it was locked. The fence was a tall iron barred fence, as opposed to an easy to climb chain link fence. Rick groaned and then tossed his bag over the fence, and then slid his shotgun underneath. He grabbed the bars, and began his climb up. He cleared the fence, and dropped down to his feet on the other side. Time to investigate. 

[Jacklyn]

Jack checked into her motel room and threw her duffel bag on the bed. She unzipped the bag and pulled out a nice black dress suit, a pair of gloves, black high heels, and a smaller bag containing makeup and hair product and accessories. She took the bag with her to the bathroom and pulled her hair back into a tight twisted bun that covered her undercut and gave off a very professional appearance. She applied a light coat of conservative eye makeup and dark red lipstick and then changed into the suit and shoes. She finished the look with a pair of plastic rectangular glasses, a pearl necklace, and black gloves to conceal her metal arm. She pulled out a clipboard with professional looking documents on it and a small chain purse containing a wallet and fake FBI badge. She made one last check in the mirror before driving over to the morgue holding the latest victim.

She entered the morgue and consulted the practitioner to gain access to the body. She followed a small thick man dressed in a lab coat into a chilled room containing the body. The small man told Jack that the victim's name was Emily Jensen. Apparently she had been reported missing along with her boyfriend when they went out on a date 3 months ago. Friends mentioned her boyfriend was planning on taking her to the abandoned amusement park, but they were never seen again. The murder weapon appeared to be a small stab wound in the abdomen, possibly by a dagger or pocket knife. The body was well preserved, although it has been confirmed the time of death was around 3 months ago.

Jack bent over to examine the body and analyze the wound. She asked the small man for a little bit of private time to peruse the body more thoroughly. When the man stepped out, Jack pulled out her EMF reader to look for any small signs of ghost activity. There was a slight influx around the stab wound, though since the body has been dead for so long, it was expectedly low. She decided to take her newfound information about the victim and search for any more information on the murdered gang members.

She got back to her motel room and changed into more comfortable clothing. She then did some last minute searching on the internet on the local rumors about the gang members, but did not find any specifics on their weapons of choice or even any specific names. It was clear that she would have to wait until morning and question some locals if she wanted any more details. With that, she decided to prepare for her trip to the park.

She pulled out a small duffel bag from the closet and placed it on the desk. She unzipped it to reveal an array of weapons and tools. She sat down, clicked on the small desk lamp, and proceeded to take apart her shotgun and clean it. She checked to make sure she was fully stocked in salt rounds and lighter fluid and packed everything back up into the duffel bag.

When night fell, Jack threw her supply bag in the back of her Jeep and drove to the deserted theme park. She parked in front of the front gate, jumped out of her car, slung her supply bag over her shoulder, and hopped the fence. She trudged through the unkept foliage and jumped over obstacles, lighting her way with a small flashlight until she got to the center of the park. The rumors she read claimed the brawl happened in front of the carousel. She walked over to the carousel, dropped her bag on the ground, and pulled out the EMF reader. The park was dark with only the moonlight and small flashlight illuminating her surroundings. She clicked on the reader and the device buzzed with positive readings. She looked around, shining the flashlight across the broken rides and empty walkways. Seeing nothing, she turned back around to face the ferris wheel to be greeted by a ghostly white face, smeared with a large grin and crazed eyes. She jumped and stepped back in shock, exclaiming, "JESUS FUCKING--" Suddenly, all the lights and sounds of the dead amusement park came back to life. The carousel in front of her began spinning and fair music filled the air.

"This is not possible," She murmured to herself, "All of these rides are supposed to be broken." She looked back to where she saw the face to find it empty. She pulled up her salt-loaded shotgun to her chest with her iron plated left arm exposed as she began to slowly walk through the resurrected theme park.