Phantom Drop (100-word story)

You shake the mud from your high-tops and sweep the soggy tickets under the roller coaster. They’re closing this amusement and it’s your last chance to get a jump on things while Aiden flushes strays with a flashlight. You sneak by the immobilized Laughing Sally, climb the wooden staircase, and wait for the clack-clack of the chain; your phone set to video because everyone thinks you’re psycho and doesn’t believe this. The unlit car leaves the station and climbs. Two riders raise their ghost hands over their heads, mouths open, rattling the metal and boards and your shaky, determined hand.