Chapter 5

"A Survivor from Six Flags"

I gotta tell you that being in Clarice Burrows' office was nerve wracking to say the least. But right away, seeing that Daphne was being targeted by this so called supernatural being was enough to make me change my mind on the fact that Daphne was probably overreacting.

"Now you see why I was telling the truth, Freddie?" Daphne hissed at me. "There really was a minister sitting behind us on the plane coming down here. Furthermore, he is definitely the same minister who targeted the Freeling's."

"Well, I, I don't know what to say," I replied with a nervous glance while scratching the back of my neck. "I mean, Daphne is known as Danger Prone Daphne and…"

"It runs in the family," Daphne corrected, slamming her head on Clarice's desk. "But that's besides the point. If this minister is trying to go after me by doing whatever it is he's doing, then we have to stop him in his tracks."

However, being a paranormal specialist gave Clarice a different view on Daphne's predicament.

"It isn't that simple, Ms. Blake," Clarice said. "Reverend Kane's spirit can never be stopped so simply. My aunt tried it and once he went to the afterlife…he escaped. We can only weaken Kane, but we can't destroy him."

Just then, there was a knock at the door and another FBI agent peaked through the door.

"The hospital called, Mr. Clinton is awake."

"Mr. Clinton?" asked Shaggy. "Like, the President Clinton? What's he doing here?"

"No, this is a Franklin Clinton," explained Clarice. "He was attacked in Six Flags two nights ago and has been in the hospital since. You'd better get down there and see if he can talk."

Motioning to us, we followed Beau and Agent Gordon over to the hospital where this Mr. Clinton was being treated at.

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Upon arrival, we were directed to a room where a New Orleans police officer was standing guard outside. Beau became somewhat taken aback by the action.

"Agent Neville, Agent Gordon, New Orleans FBI," said Beau to the policeman. "You can stand down now."

"I'm sorry, Agent Neville," the officer replied. "Mr. Clinton is in custody."

"For what?" I asked.

"Trespassing on private city property. I'm ordered to stand here."

Beau then looked into the room and saw a dark skinned man lying in a hospital bed with his right wrist shackled to his bed railings.

"Will he talk?" asked Beau sharply in a slightly angry tone. "Please, we're investigating a paranormal activity at Six Flags!"

"Not without a lawyer present, Agent Neville."

"It's okay," the bedridden patient replied. He can talk to me. I've got a lot to say, man. Those damn homie ghosts!"

"Not without your lawyer!"

Normally, I have nothing against the police and respect for what they do. But in this case, I couldn't just let the New Orleans police department handle this case, especially now that this was an FBI matter too.

"I think you should stand down now," I suggested. "We're paranormal experts too and we don't need to show you our credentials as long as we are with them."

Pushing the officer aside, we walked into the room and saw the patient with bruises and bandages all over his body. An IV was stuck into his arm, providing medication to support him.

"Mr. Clinton?" Barbera asked as she and Beau showed him their badges. "We're from the FBI investigating the matter at Six Flags."

"You know it then, hottie?"

"I would choose more appropriate words when addressing a federal agent, Franklin," advised Beau, beckoning us to come forward. "These people and their dog are paranormal experts and are assisting us in the investigation."

"Yeah," moaned Franklin. "Jocco man, he one messed up man."

"Jocco?" I wondered, stepping forward towards the victim. "Who's Jocco?"

"Some dope clown attacked me and my homies while we were…scraping for metal."

So it appeared to us that we were dealing with a psychotic clown and it seemed like this would be one of our many past mysteries.

"Clown?" Shaggy asked, looking at Scooby nervously. "Like…is this Tim Curry as Pennywise?"

"No, dawg. He worse than Tim Curry. He tried to force us to join his project to bring the park back to life. My homies and I refused and those winged freaks tried to beat us up until we complied."

"Winged Freaks?" asked Velma.

"Yeah, Little dawgs with wings. They got us in our birthday suits and chained us like dope fiends. All while the clown watched."

I gotta say that this made our skins crawl to the point where Daphne had to turn back for a second.

"He asked us again, would we join? We's said no and they took Trevor and Michael and they…cut them up with saws and such."

Taking a deep sigh, I tried to picture the fearful last moments of Franklin's two friends, seemingly being cut up alive simply because they refused to be part of someone's sick game.

"Why were you even in the park in the first place?" Velma asked. "Did you know that Six Flags New Orleans is now city owned private property?"

"Trev, man…he asked me and Mike to gather some metal for his business, Trevor Philips industries. Just when you thought that we had it all with Steve, Stretch, Cheng and especially Devin Weston, man, this stuff happens…"

Beau then grabbed Barbara and pulled her aside to tell her something important.

"What do you think?" Beau asked. "Is he telling the truth?"

"There is no such thing as Trevor Phillips industries here in New Orleans," Barbara answered. "These guys must have been from out of town. From the looks of it, these guys probably are from out of town."

"Let's ask," Beau replied and they turned around to face the patient again. "Franklin, it's clear to us that you are not from New Orleans. Where are you from?"

"Los Angeles, man. That's where we's from. Trev needed something for his business, we didn't mean to trespass."

But I then stepped forward and forced Franklin to look at me.

"Did you find anything else about the park?" I asked. "Any spirits?"

"There was a few ghosts, most of them are homies, poor potheads and old hags."

Those were the words that seemed to confirm the whole truth. Six Flags New Orleans did indeed have ghosts and it was all making sense to us one step at a time.

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