Hey! As you can tell, I have decided to make my first seasonal story and my very first ONE-SHOT! YAY! Anywhoo, I have an important announcement to make. I an going to start any answering questions for the characters or me. I will put the answers in my next chapter, which is COMING SOON TO A FANFICTION NEAR YOU! Hope you like the story! -CG

"AAAHHHHHHH!" Cristy stood, petrified, as it came closer.

REWIND: 10 minutes later...

RINGRINGRING! Gloyd came running up, his face aglow with a happy smile.

"Look! I won and got enough tickets to get a whole bunch of candy!"

"Really?" Vanellope and Cristy watched the hyperactive racer in amusement as he excitedly started to list what to get.

"Maybe I should get candy corn, or cotton candy-"

"Cotton candy?" Cristy's ears perked up, but Gloyd kept plowing on.

"-or jolly ranchers, or lollipops or-"

Cristy dragged him over to the candy store as he kept on listing candies.

A minute, a few tickets, and a jumbo bag of cotton candy later, the trio ended up in front of the castle, which was decorated as a haunted mansion.

"Hey, let's go in!" said Vanellope.

The others shrugged their shoulders and went inside.

As they pushed open the doors, they noticed a whole bunch of buggies on a conveyer belt. They hopped into one and sped off.

Gloyd shrieked at the ghost ballroom and Vanellope turned white and shuddered at the sight of a wax cybug while Cristy laughed.

As the twosome screamed in terror throuout the ride, Cristy kicked back and ate the last of the cotton candy.

As they rounded a bend, Vanellope noticed something strange.

"Hey, why is there a picture of a rag doll and a skeleton hugging?"

Her question was meet with two faces slack with amazement.

"You mean you don't- oh never mind, we'll explain later." Gloyd said with frustration.

When the ride stopped, Vanellope and Gloyd stumbled out, pale-faced and wide-eyed, while Cristy hopped out happily.

"Well that was fun-to see you guys be totally scared!" Cristy exclaimed,

"Isn't there anything that you're scared of?" Vanellope said, exasperatedly.

"Hah! I'm not scared of-" She froze. As she started to turn white, Gloyd asked "What is it?" The pink-haired racer pointed a shaky finger down the hall at... The Sliding Doors.

"Nice joke, but we need to go." Vanellope tugged on her arm, but to no avail. "Come on!" She tried pulling her up again, but the horrified reader just wouldn't budge.

"I think she's actually scared," said Gloyd, hoisting her up.

"Really?! She's scared of a sliding door?!" She looked astonished.

"Y-y-yep." Cristy looked scared out of her wits.

"But why are you scared of sliding doors!?" asked Vanellope.

"They'll crush me!" she wailed.

"This isn't getting anywhere." Gloyd started to push an increasingly hysterical Cristy towards the dreaded doors.

She got shoved between the doors and as the doors started to close, she screamed.

"AAAHHHHHH!" Cristy stood, petrified, as it came closer (this is where you came in).

She bolted out of the doors into the night, leaving her friends behind.

The two stood there in stunned silence until Gloyd finally broke the silence. "That... is a sucky fear."

Thanks for reading this long story and I hope you review and liked it!