Jeff stared up at the bungee, eyes wide with terror. Two white, steel supporters shot up out of the ground, going so high Jeff had to crane his neck back to see the top if he were standing next to it. The supporters gripped a large, elastic band, which drooped down just like a cobweb. In the center of the band was a white orb, with two seats and a door. The orb hung about halfway up the supporters, and hung there, swaying slightly in the wind. The whole contraption of what people called “The Bungee” seemed like a twisted, two-legged version of the spider things in Star Wars II, though he himself had to admit that the supporters were thicker, and were built better. It seemed poised to rain terror down upon the Seawall of Galveston and it’s many inhabitants and tourists. Jeff didn’t trust the thing one bit.

“Looks awesome, doesn’t it?” Jeff’s friend, Rowan said, staring up at The Bungee with awe and excitement. They had both come here, telling their parents they were going to play a rousing game of mini-golf, when in truth, they were both going to take a go on The Bungee. Jeff wished he could be playing mini-golf at this moment. He’d give everything to not go on the Bungee. But it was too late. Rowan was already here, already expecting him to give it a go.

“Well, lets go.”

“I have an idea.” Jeff said, his mind working furiously to think of anything, anything at all that would serve as an excuse. “Why don’t we go at different times?”

Rowan’s face was a mixture of confusion and betrayal, but then his face split into a wide grin. “Great idea! With no one to scream with, it’ll be even scarier.” Jeff paled further. “I’ll go first, okay Jeff?” but already he was stalking out to the stand situated beside the right supporter, planning to buy his ticket. But that was okay with Jeff. That was perfect with Jeff! Anything to delay the moment...

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Rowan gulped, stammering a bit as he ordered one ticket for The Bungee. The only reason he’d gone to this thing was because Jeff had. He was just playing along, trying to be brave. He hoped his love of theater arts was paying off now, because it was taking a shit load of acting to pretend to be courageous. Rowan was so confused, so envious of how Jeff was so calm, so prepared to do the Bungee. He could barely stand it. He chose to go first because he wanted to get this ride over with.

The man at the booth helped him into the orb, which had somehow gotten to the ground. He was strapped in, buckled up, and asked if he was comfortable and okay. His mouth automatically replied yes, but his mind, and every other body part, was frozen with terror. He felt the orb give a lurch as it rolled higher. Oh God. The bungee seemed so much higher up here than it did on the ground. Rowan’s face was pale, he could just tell. All was still. This was the worst part of any ride. The Wait. He hated when ride designers added a Wait, letting people stew in their horrific thoughts. It always seemed like hours, but in reality, was only a few seconds. The Wait was the worst part of any ride for Rowan.

All of a sudden, the Bungee shot upward! Rowan discovered that his bowels were in perfect working condition, and that in moments of sheer terror, he could scream like a little kid. Up. He felt the elastic stretch, taunting him. Taunting him. What was that one energy called? Kinetic Energy and what? It started with a P...Well, whatever it was; it was scaring the shit out of him. And that’s a literal statement. Then he felt the rush downwards. Downwards. The kinetics part. Stretch. Going taut. Down, down. How could he explain the brown stain on his pants to his parents? They thought he was going fucking mini-golfing! The Wait. Shorter than before the start. His heart rate was going slower. This was actually...fun! He whooped with exhilaration, smiling a bit. Then Up! Shooting upwards. Higher than before! The elastic was stretching, stretching, stretching, and stretching!!! Snap!

Rowan screamed. It was higher than before. Way higher than before. He couldn’t feel the string anymore. He was high above the Gulf now. Little ants--No, wait. Little people were pointing, gasping. They were small. Too small. And look, there’s the Bungee thing! Hey, where’d the orb go...?

Rowan gasped! Frenzied. Fuck, fuck, fuck!!! No, no, no!!! Flying over the Gulf. No more land. Boats. Oil Rigs. The water getting closer, closer. Rowan screamed. Splash!!! His limbs were burning. Head hurts. The brown water was red. Dizzy. Dizzy. Look over there. It’s a dolphin? A shark? Whale? Big teeth. Big Body. Black eyes. More of them. Circling, circling, circling....

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Screaming. That’s all Jeff could do. Scream. Terror, horror, fright, consumed him. There it was now. The orb, flying over the Gulf of Mexico, a demented E.T. Other’s were screaming too. But Jeff screamed the most. Rowan, Rowan, Rowan, Rowan. Fuck, shit, damn, hell! He followed the orb with his eyes, until it was out of view. He ran towards it. Running. His eyes only seeing where the orb last was. Rowan needed help! Something hit Jeff. Right in the stomach. Bang! Skittering across the ground. His head felt sticky. Red. Red on his hands. Now he wouldn’t have to dye his blonde hair. It was red. Black around the edges. Rowan needed help! Pain. Dizzy. Sticky. Pain. Pain. Pain. Sleep. Nothing.

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A/N: My first attempt of a horror short story! Yay me! Kind of gruesome. Also, this is not a real story, thankfully. Hope you like it, in a gruesome way!