Carnival

Once, there was a girl named Drew who was 11.  She had some friends.  One was Chloe, age 8, another was Lisa age 12, another was Joni age 17, and then she hung out with a bunch of ladies, many who did not have families of their own nor were married nor engaged.  She played with her friend Chloe a lot.  Joni helped her with a lot of things.  There were a lot of paranormal occurrences.  Still, they were going to a festival.  Drew went with a bunch of girls her age.  Other people came, as well, and there were so many strangers there.  People went insane in the tunnel of love, screaming.  Chloe came out with her face white and said, "Oh my God!"  Then, there was the ferris wheel, which was attacked by a ghost murderer and left one cart at the top squeaking dripping blood in the cold night.  Drew couldn't stand it but knew there were many deaths in the world.  The festival continued, for some reason.  People, police, were wary for the ghost.  There was the boat ride that swung back and forth.  Drew went on it and sat at the end and had a blast.  Everyone else moaned.  Then, there was the hayride.  Drew went on it with Chloe and Joni.  They stopped and picked berries and then went back.  There was a lady there named Ellen who was 50.  She thought there would be no interesting ride.  She went on a demented ride about toys and chopping people's heads off and rode through a torture chamber of wax figures, while most people screamed and covered their eyes.  Then, a bunch of spooky things popped out, as they rid along.  There were some sharp but not long drops that were pretty swift but not straight down.  Then, there was happy, sappy music, and even a death on the ride.  Meanwhile, Drew was on the kayaks in the lake, which was large and dark by now.  She made it through alright alone, following the caravan.  It wasn't the best carnival that existed, but it was interesting.