Haunted

I feel like this one is an improvement from my last few tracks. The uphill after the turnover might be a bit tricky, but I think it'll be easy to get used to.

As for the aesthetic portion, theatrics abound :3 Didn't feel like waiting a few more weeks to do something Halloween-ish. I was going to put a hidden story inside the actual track too as an extra gimmick, but that would've taken too long. So I'll put it here instead. Enjoy.

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Once upon a track, in a dark and foggy starting gate, a lone racer sat idle before the white chalk, preparing a run. This racer had finished this particular track over a hundred times preparing for a cup. Now, the day before the race, the racer begins her final practice run, unaware of the doom ahead.

She presses her foot down, speeding out of the gate towards the first turn. The sound of the engine's roar slashes the silence that surrounded the track, bringing it alive. Approaching the turn, she leans right, and at the perfect moment sharply veers left, coming within an inch of the curbside. The wheels of the car bump on the ramstein as the racer maintains this perfect turn.

Ending the turn, she lines up for the loop and passes through it with effortless precision. A few boosters immediately follow to fling her towards the long jump. Something catches her off guard however. Narrowing her vision forward, she can see nothing but fog ahead, the ramp hidden inside of its' density. This frightened her only for a split second, and then found confidence in her knowledge of the track. She sped forward undeterred, blazing through the fog, and found the ramp exactly where she knew it to be when it popped suddenly into view. The car rocketed into the blackness of the night, hovering above the track for a brief moment before making a smooth plop on the landing platform. A flawless jump.

On she went, ignoring the limited visibility, performing her best run yet. Her pride reached its' peak, besting both the track and the hurdle of the fog. Arriving at the straight road towards the finish line, a smile crept on her face. Images of winning the cup filled her mind, along with the fame and fortune that would proceed it. This was the height of her skill.

Vrooming forwards, she prepared to brake as the finish line was imminent. But when she reached the spot she expected to see the finish, the fog revealed nothing. Where the finish line she'd passed a hundred times should be, there was only an unfinished road...

The next day, at the podium after the race, the winner of the competition stood holding his trophy, smiling at the cameras and the crowd applauding him. He was lucky to be standing there, as the favorite to win the cup hadn't shown up. Some people were disappointed, but the victor did not count himself among them.

For a fleeting moment, his smile faltered when, above the clamor of the spectators, he heard what sounded like the faint roar of an engine. But when he looked over to the track, he could see no cars on it. He thought to himself, 'It was probably just the high of my success.' and returned his gaze towards the dazzling lights of the crowd.