! written by u/SgtMustang on 2014-08-14

I passed through the entrance gate to the boarding platform. The entrance was some kind of medieval throwback in an awful red color. I'm not sure if they were going for some kind of theme, but there's only one other building in sight, it has the same tacky medieval aesthetic. As I stepped onto the platform, I noticed a booklet had been slipped into my back pocket. The front cover only read: "Comments". It was at least a hundred pages long, college-ruled, and completely blank. Suffice to say, I was a little confused with these apparent guerilla marketing tactics, but I continued on my way.

There was only a single car waiting at the end of the boarding platform. I couldn't see any ride operators or guests, it was dead silent. A little unnerved, I approached the lone car. As I stepped in, I was shocked to find a pile of bones inside! I was on the verge of dropping dead in a panic, and before I could jump out of the car, the restraints immediately and violently snapped into place. I tried to shout for help but couldn't, like I was in some sort of nightmare. Nothing but silence returned my desperate calls.

I scrambled around the car, sifting wildly through the pile of bones in hopes I could find some way to get out. Beneath the bones, on the floor of car, was a neatly organized stack of at least 20 comment journals identical to mine. Thinking nothing of it, I continued frantically searching the car for any hatch or other switches in the car, hoping I could find something to release the restraints or stop the ride, but found nothing. Coming to terms with the fact that I was stuck on this ride, I picked up one of the journals, figuring it was a previous rider's, and was curious to it's contents, if any.

There was only a single sentence written on the first page.

I want to go on something more thrilling than MR.BONES WILD RIDE.

I flipped to the next page.

I want to get off MR BONES WILD RIDE.

I want to get off MR BONES WILD RIDE.

I want to get off MR BONES WILD RIDE.

I want to get off MR BONES WILD RIDE.

I want to get off MR BONES WILD RIDE.

I want to get off MR BONES WILD RIDE.

I want to get off MR BONES WILD RIDE.

I want to get off MR BONES WILD RIDE.

I want to get off MR BONES WILD RIDE.

And the next page.

I want to get off MR BONES WILD RIDE. I want to get off MR BONES WILD RIDE. I want to get off MR BONES WILD RIDE. I want to get off MR BONES WILD RIDE.

I want to get off MR BONES WILD RIDE. I want to get off MR BONES WILD RIDE. I want to get off MR BONES WILD RIDE. I want to get off MR BONES WILD RIDE. I want to get off MR BONES WILD RIDE. I want to get off MR BONES WILD RIDE. I want to get off MR BONES WILD RIDE. I want to get off MR BONES WILD RIDE.

And the next page.

I want to get off MR BONES WILD RIDE

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Every page, every single journal. Thousands of pages.

A feeling of dread came over me as I looked up from the journal. Stretching in every direction into the distance was an endless outward spiral of tracks. At this moment I felt the journal twitching in my back pocket. As I took it out, I noticed something on the back cover I hadn't before. There was an image of a skeleton tipping his hat. This was burned into the binding beneath it:

MR BONES WILD RIDE NEVER ENDS.