KEEP PLANNING – Z.H. Gill

One more time. No, shut up. You can prob- ably guess why we’re here. They’re being captured on the sec- urity cameras. Mission Beach—July 4th, 1925. Fell into disrepair. In 1989, its restoration began. Closed at night. They say it’s haunted. Voices in the laser tag arena. Can’t tell exactly what it’s saying. Like laughter. They found a homeless man, stabbed to death by two kids— teenagers—just outside the park. A sailor killed himself: climbed to the top of the roller coaster and jumped to his death. The chief mechanic died in a fire. Con- cession operator found dead in a hole. Another transient found murdered. It’s a totally different vibe right now. When I first started working here— working the night shift— there was two areas in par- ticular gave me the creeps. Stuffed animals moving around on their own. Go up there, check it out. The office abandoned, the staircase torn down decades ago. Look at this place! where they keep all the stuffed animals. Shooting different spectrums of light, because you never know. We’ve had luck with UV. Lives and ex- periences, imprinted here, in this long-forgotten space. Is there anyone in here who’s trying to play with these toys? Is that your voice they’re hear- ing in the arcade? (Later, this stuffed elephant will be the focus of our incredible evidence.) So clear it’s unsettling. A Class A EVP with full vocal tone. We are here at The Giant Dip- per. We are getting ready to head into the bowels of The Giant Dipper. Jen, you have an interesting job. There is one place here she refuses to enter at night: the current laser tag arena— formerly the old arcade. All right, let’s go. This is where that man died tragically, in a fire in the motor room of the roller coaster, he burned alive. This is our tunnel. Staff refuses to enter our tunnel, due to disembodied screams and the dead sailor’s apparition. Walk on this middle plank here; you don’t want to step on the left or right. You’ll fall through. The vibe is crazy. Step to your left. Then make a left. Watch your step. Here: the shop where I build the train. The coaches rolled over there on their own, uphill—I didn’t return until the next day. Do you move things around to scare Jen? Are you the man who burned alive downstairs by the wheel? What was that? Are we going? Don’t know what I heard, but I heard it. Did we all just hear and capture the voice of the sailor who took his life on the roller coaster? Or maybe the mechanic who burned to death? Or maybe the vagrant found murdered by the roller coaster? There is another hot spot. It is the laser tag arena—a kind of laser tag kind of maze. I’m not going in there. Knocking on the walls but nobody in there. Shadows on the walls. And you are tough! You have to crawl through all the tunnels and machinery and you still won’t go in there—so, we are going in there. Some- one—or something—finishes the nursery rhyme for me. Guys, this is fricking huge. It seems the entire crew hears a disem- bodied voice. What’s your name? You want some taffy? That looks like a child-sized mist. Do you see that there? Could this be the little girl’s arm manifesting and saying hello? I think we saw you; was that you? That’s amazing. This spirit just verbally acknowledged that we spotted it. The most incredible XLS capture ever—watch as this full body appears. To see the cloud of green dots gather in form as an apparition is a truly monu- mental capture for us. Some of the best evidence we have ever gathered. No question, this is a place we have to return to.

*** Z.H. Gill edits Burial Magazine. 18 December 2025