Ringgold Haunted Depot
You hear a train whistle blow and see the faint flicker of its lights in the distance. The railroad might be your only chance at escaping. You take a deep breath in, and the foul odor of rotting flesh fills your nose. You almost gag at the stench but slap a hand silently over your mouth at the last second. You know you must refrain from making even the slightest of sounds. For if you do, they will surely get you. You move one foot, then the other, treading quietly across the wooden floor beneath you, mindfully avoiding the rickety boards scattered about the room. You pause momentarily as the thought of what lies just feet beneath you takes hold, sending a shutter throughout your entire body. You push the thoughts as far away as possible and continue your journey. Your progress is painstakingly slow, as every movement you make across the floor must be done from memory. It's pitch black now that the train has passed, but you're sure your breath is making small clouds of condensation in front of you. You instinctively hug your arms to your torso, attempting to rub away the sharp chill of the air.
You make it across the room and stretch a hand out into the void, feeling your way carefully across the wall until your fingers grasp the rusted iron lock of the door. This is it. You've got one shot, and you've got to be quick. In one motion, you scoop the key you stole from your pocket, thrust it into the lock, and turn the knob as you topple out of the building and onto the rough terrain before you. You see the tracks ahead and know another train will be here any moment. You're sprinting, moving with a force far beyond your own. You're going to make it. A slight grin begins to form, and your shoulders relax for the first time in what feels like forever. You're free. You've done it.
You go to take the final step onto the rocky hill that leads up to the tracks when suddenly, you're unable to move. Your leg appears to be stuck. Maybe your foot got caught between two of the rocks. You look back, ready to free it, but to your horror, a pale yellow hand is wrapped around your ankle, clawing into your flesh with its taloned nails. You try and scream, but nothing comes out. You pull, tug, and grasp desperately at the bearings around you, but you feel yourself beginning to be dragged backward. You look back at your captor, its face gaunt and sallow. Its big red eyes float in black sunken sockets. Its black void of a mouth has turned into a grin, revealing rows of sharp decaying fangs. It's pleased with itself. It's stopped you. You've failed. Your stomach sinks as you accept your fate. You know this is where you shall forever remain. Here, in the terrifying confines of the place you'd always been warned about, The Haunted Depot.
Are you ready to see what lies within Ringgold's Haunted Depot? A place riddled with ghouls, goblins, and ghosts of all kinds prepared to pull you under at any moment. A thrilling adventure awaits you. Stroll through the seriously haunted Historic Ringgold Depot if you dare.
I love this haunted house! Its a great community event!
Posted Sep 2021