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CAN YOU SURVIVE... THE GHOST TRAIN OF DEATH?!?!

26/5/2016

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DISCLAIMER: PEOPLE OF A NERVOUS DISPOSITION SHOULD NOT READ ANY FURTHER. 

The fun fair is in town! Armed with all the pocket money you could save over the past month, you rush down there with your best buddy in tow - an imaginary optometrist's assistant called Dendy Bell.

With your pennies in hand, you take in the full breadth of the fair. What will you ride first; the waltzer? The dodgems? The rotating twirler? The bouncing surgery?

Let's head on in, and see what we can find!
"Yo yo!" shouts a fairground worker, approaching you at speed, with his distinctive and peculiar gait. "How would you like to have the scariest experience of your life?"

"No thank you, sir," you reply, hurrying away as quickly as possible from this unusually polite sexual predator.

"Wait!" he shouts back, marching around on the spot, getting his knees as close to his chest as he can. "I didn't mean that sort of scary experience. How would you like to ride my ghost train? It is a mere 25p a go."

"Alright," you retort. "Dendy Bell, my imaginary friend, and I shall ride your ghost train - but if it isn't the scariest experience we've ever had, we shall demand a full refund!"

"That ain't gonna happen," replies the fairground worker, as he takes your money, with a lick of your lips.
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"Hmm," you ponder aloud, wiping your mouth as you look up at the desperate-to-intimidate facade of the ghost train.

​"This doesn't look so scary. This doesn't look so scary at all! I'll be seeing that 25 pence again very soon!"
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As you are waiting to board your train, the exit doors crash open, and the previous rider emerges.

"How was it?" you ask.

The man does not reply. He looks at you, tears in his eyes, then stumbles out of his train carriage. While vomiting blood, and pitching you his idea for a movie about a paranoid nipple specialist, he collapses onto the ground, quivering.

He's so pale that he's practically translucent, and his neck bulges and contracts like a bullfrog's throat. You look over at the ride attendant, who merely grins and waggles his eyebrows at you. 

"Your turn," he howls, while arching his back, and thrusting his thorax at you, repeatedly.

​"Huff! Huff!" he gasps, by way of an extraneous accompaniment to the rest of his equally needless behaviour.
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Still confident that nothing in the ghost train could ever be that bad - the previous rider must be overreacting, you tell yourself - you board your train, and it takes off, heading for the entrance to the ride...

"Goin' on a train ride!" you sing with confidence. "Goin' on an unscary train ride!"

Fortunately, nobody else can hear your song - because if they could they'd be really irritated by it, and think you were a bit of a twat.
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The double doors bang open, and you are plunged into darkness. For a time there is nothing more to the experience than the wheezing clank of your carriage wheels.

Then you take an abrupt turn around a corner, and are confronted with... well, you're not quite sure what it is. It sort of looks like a painting on the wall of a top pop star in sunglasses putting their finger in Gollum's mouth.


One thing is for certain, however: it isn't especially scary!
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The train rolls forwards to your next encounter with a custodian of the forces of the pretend supernatural: a miniature Tony Blair, hanging from a wire fence. 

"Permits sold here!" he cackles, inexplicably, and without going into greater detail regarding the precise nature of the permits.
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You turn the next corner, and some silken strands are drawn across your face.

"You just got brushed with cat pubes," stutters a distorted, hesitant voice, over a hissing tannoy, by way of an explanation.

​You are repulsed at the thought, but not particularly scared.

"I bet you didn't even know cats had pubes, but they do," you hear the voice call out as you continue on your journey.

​"Some of them do anyway. There's a particular breed of cat that is entirely hairless, called the Persian Pervis. It has no hair on its body, except from a thick bush between its hind legs. It's disgusting. Disgusttttttiiiing...!"
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Not even the appearance of The Devil can raise your adrenaline levels. The loose-limbed mannequin waves its arms at your passing carriage, shouting vague threats about invalidating your parking tickets.
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The tunnel opens into a broad chamber, where Rod Stewart and a child sit in a cradle.  The child's head is vibrating so violently that his features have turned to a blur.

"Hi, guys," squeaks Rod The Sod. "I'm your biological father."

You choose not to believe him, and the train rolls ever onwards. Before 
disappearing around the corner, you glance back over your shoulder, and see The Sod gripping the side of the child's head in a futile effort to stop it vibrating so fast.

"Stop doing that!" he asserts, angrily. "You're really going to hurt yourself!"
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As you turn the next corner, you realise that you haven't yet seen a single ghost in this so-called ghost train. However, that soon ends, when a door creaks open, and a ghost - dressed in an incongruous black sheet - steps out.

"I haunt you!" shrieks the ghost, and you immediately defecate in your trousers. Not because you are scared, but because you have a vile, hereditary bowel condition, called poomania.

The ghost coughs, clears its throat, and apologetically remarks:"Sorry. That just came out. Old habits die hard, as we say in Heaven."

"Why are you all in black, ghost?" you enquire.

"I'm in mourning," replies the ghost. "My best friend Braden Pimplediffs came back to life, and I really miss him."

"You're not very scary," you sniff.

"Well, I'm not part of this ride," says the ghost. "I'm just hiding in here, because I'm a total head case. Indeed, I'm such a nutjob that I don't even know how to do scares. For the thrice year running I've won Least Scary Ghost at the World Ghost Awards."

Ashamed, the ghost runs away suddenly, and your train moves on.
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Your train plunges into a dark tunnel, and screeches to an abrupt halt. Your eyes struggle to adjust, as you are blinded by the light. You briefly consider cutting loose like a deuce, like a runner in the night... but then your vision begins to return.

​As your pupils acclimatise, you realise you are in a vast lecture hall, with dozens of other ghost train riders, still sat in their carriages.

A tutor walks to the front of the room, and clears his throat. "I think everyone is here," he mutters with a weary conviction. "So we can begin. Good."

The tutor begins a six-hour lecture about the difference between a ham and ham. As he makes his closing remarks, you realise that you have lost the will to live, and are - for the first time in your life - considering doing a suicide. Before you can end it all, there is a grinding of gears, and your carriage moves off.
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Still shaking from how close you genuinely came to murdering yourself, you grip the lap bar as your train lurches towards the exit. You have never been more pleased to see the thing known as daylight.
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"So how was it?" asks the attendant, as you exit the ride.

"It wasn't remotely scary," you lie. "I only pooed my pants once, and that's because I have poomania."

"What's poomania?" asks the attendant as if he doesn't already know.

With a sigh, you reach into your unpleasantly warm and moist back pocket, and withdraw a leaflet: "LIVING WITH POOMANIA - AKA CRAZY CRAP SYNDROME". You offer it to the attendant, but when he sees the state of it, he declines.

"So you really weren't scared?" he asks.

​You shake your head firmly, for slightly longer than necessary, until you've given yourself a bad headache.

The attendant strokes his chin, and considers the situation. "Hmmm," he mutters. "I suppose I'd better take what you're saying at face value, and give you your money back..."

"Yes please," you reply, hopefully.
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The attendant is about to hand you back your 25 pence piece, when he suddenly pulls out a knife, and waves it in your face.

"Scared yet?" he snarls. "What about now?"

Before you can do anything to stop him, he has sliced off his own thumb, and eaten it.


"That was a stupid thing to do," you say, flatly.

The attendant suddenly slumps against the ghost train, and begins to sob. "I know," he whimpers. "That's the second time I've done that this month. Look."

He holds up his hands, to show you how undeniably thumbless they are.

"I don't know what's wrong with me. I suppose I just really don't want to give you your money back."

"Fine,"
you huff. "You can keep it."

The attendant's face brightens, and he breaks into a broad grin. "Really?!?"

"Yes really,"
you sigh, annoyed, and decide it is time you went home.
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You walk away from the ghost train, towards the fun fair exit, replaying the strange evening you've just had.

"Where do you think you're going?" asks an old man, as he trots out into your path.

"I'm going home," you reply. "I've just had a harrowing experience on the ghost train."

The old man furrows his brow. "Ghost train? What ghost train? There hasn't been a ghost train in this fun fair for nigh on 29 years - not since the attendant cut off his thumb in mysterious circumstances, and burnt it down with a fire."

​Bewildered, freaked out, you wheel around - nevertheless fully expecting to see the ghost train you'd just ridden, the attendant you'd been speaking with...
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But it's gone. The ghost train. The attendant. The entire fun fair. Even the old man has vanished. What can it mean? Did all of that really happen? What is going on?!?

​Shaken, terrified, you run around in circles, whooping with fear.

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You stumble backwards - and trip over something. You look down at your feet... and see the object you just tripped over: a knife... 

But not any ordinary knife...


It is the same knife the attendant used to cut off his thumb...!!!!
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FROM THE ARCHIVE:
LET'S GO TO SIR CLIFF'S HOUSE!
LET'S GO TO THE CAR BOOT SALE!
A DAY IN THE LIFE: SUPER MARIO

10 Comments
Waynan The Barbarian
26/5/2016 01:58:26 pm

"Crazy Crap Syndrome" Hahaha!

You certainly brighten up my work days.
More of these tales please, Biffo.

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Jopijedd
26/5/2016 02:44:49 pm

I swear your twisted brainwrongs are getting worse.

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Retro Resolution link
26/5/2016 04:16:31 pm

Genuinely loved the gag about the ghost missing his best friend because he had 'come back to life'. Not sure if that was a Biffo (tm) original, but it's a new one on me!

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Kelvin Green link
26/5/2016 06:47:35 pm

Masters of Horror: Mr Biffo!

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Spiney O'Sullivan
26/5/2016 07:28:32 pm

You should consider doing an anthology of your scatological horror stories. I suggest it be called "Tales from the Crapt".

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ChorltonWheelie
26/5/2016 07:58:22 pm

This reminds me of the last time I ever hit anyone.

We were in Whitby, the home of the Dracula Experience, Ms Wheelie, our beautiful blond haired, blue eyed and gap toothed 5 year old daughter and I.
"This will be fun" I thought as I dragged the giggling ankle biter into the harmless seafront attraction.
We pretended to be scared by ropey waxworks and silly noises as we snaked our way around.
Without warning a ghoul lept out at us from a concealed staircase, I twatted it smart in the face.
I was already thinking "Shit, what have I done" as I felt a nose splat under my knuckles across a soft fleshy mush.

My daughter was screaming, the owner came running up the stairs screaming, the poor YTS lad in an Asda halloween outfit's girlfriend was also running up the stairs screaming, the other, by now terrified, punters were screaming. Everyone was fucking screaming.....except the lad who was lolling about making Zombie Dave noises.

Ahh, we can laugh about it now. cough.

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Matt
27/5/2016 03:23:09 pm

This is the best thing you have ever written yet.
Genius.

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Mr Biffo
27/5/2016 03:52:22 pm

Aw, shucks. It put me horrifically behind with work, so I'm glad it was worth the effort.

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Gaijintendo
28/5/2016 08:16:17 am

I needed this.

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Cc
30/5/2016 10:09:06 pm

Thanks, Mr B. No one does the scares quite like you.

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