THE LIFE of CYRUS COAL
THE FOUNDER of HORROR LAND

Cyrus spent the next fifty years alone in his parents farmhouse. The crops never died, and regrew rapidly when picked. Even in winter, Cyrus never had to worry about going hungry.

The two towns that Cyrus had cursed were now rebuilt and thriving. Cyrus had become a legend in both of them, but was not welcome in either. He tried to offer crops in the winter, just for a chance redeem himself. Nobody wanted his ill-gotten gains.

Children from the towns would go to Cyrus' house to catch a glimpse of the infamous recluse, unbeknownst to him. When two brothers were dared by their friends to take a picture of Cyrus, they snuck into his home. Cyrus sat, reading a book, minding his own business, and the boys saw him. The older brother took the camera and snapped the picture quickly. Cyrus saw them, but did nothing to catch them as they ran screaming from his house.

The next morning, both brothers were found dead on the street outside of Cyrus' home. Cyrus was arrested, upon suspicion of murder.  Cyrus insisted he was innocent, but of course, no one believed him. Fortunately for him, there was no evidence to keep him convicted, so Cyrus was set free two days later.

Cyrus felt little peace, though. Deep inside he knew the curse that had plagued him all those years had taken its effect on the boys. However, when he fell asleep that night, he suffered no nightmares. Instead he dreamed of an amusement park called Happy Land. He saw parents bringing their children to play the games and ride the rides. The children even called him Uncle Cyrus, and he was finally redeemed. He was finally adored.

The following day, Cyrus began work to create his dream. He took a scythe and cut down all of his crops. He gathered them up and drove to a town he had never been, where no one knew him. He sold all of his crops for a handsome price, and then inquired about construction workers to help him build his amusement park. Unfortunately, no one would oblige.

Cyrus returned home, feeling discouraged. Without workers, he could not build. Exhausted and feeling down, Cyrus went to sleep. He dreamed of Happy Land again, only this time the dream rewound to the beginning. It showed ten workers hauling and hammering and working tirelessly on the amusement park.

Cyrus awoke to a knock at the door. In all his years of living alone, never once did someone knock on his door. He quickly ran to answer it, before the visitors would have a chance to leave. He threw the door open.

Standing before him, were ten workmen.