Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-25670699-20150104200303

Circus music surrounds me at this very moment. I'm trapped. Darkness surrounds me in a room with no exit. I can only faintly make out the small dolls that stand around me. Sunken eyes stare into me, pricking at each nerve; like the sickly grins that stretch out to their long, chalk white hair. They seem to be breathing in most of the air, leaving me with the thick, dry stuff. I want, I need to get outside but there's nowhere to go. Help me, anyone, please. I struggle and struggle to escape this place nothing works. Nothing at all. But that's not the worst of it... No. He's coming back, back to taunt me. I don't know how long I have left before...

"Hahahaha. Why are you so sad?" Oh god,"Don't you want to join the fun?" His voice booms all around me. Taunting me with his carnival nonsense. "I know! Why don't I make you a toy?"

"No." I rasp.

"No? Oh don't say that! I've already made one for you!"

"Who?"

"Who? Who was it? Well, ha, you'll never find out!"

"Please, let me go!" Tears are welling up in my eyes. I can't cry, not in front of him!

"Fine, fine, fine... If you tell me a story."

"About what?" I asked, intrigued.

"Hmmm... About how you got here. I love that one!" I'll never escape this. Even if I tell him the story of my stupidity.

"Fine." I groaned.

The stars glimmered brightly above us as we made our way to the next house. Screams, roars and laughs came from everywhere as mini monsters surrounded us. Next to me stood a witch with a purple tu-tu that was way too small for her and a purple leotard, which revealed way too much. Long green pointy nails that were rain-bowed with spots came out of her fingers; contrasting with her wild orange hair. Underneath that hair was a pale, white face which held her purple eyes and bright blue lips. She wore a black, pointy hat and black, heeled shoes to complete the look.



To the left of me stood a werewolf who had a torn, red, checkered shirt and torn jeans. On his face was a pathetic excuse for furry side burns, which brought out his large, blue eyes; his teeth had mini fangs, one of which was dangling as it held on for dear life. What was I? Well I wore normal, everyday clothes and had a pretty normal face and hair style. Yep, you guessed it. I was a human! Best costume ever.



“Why don’t you ever dress up for Halloween, Sam?” The witch, who was also called Emily, sighed. I just shook my head and grabbed a sweet out of my plastic bag to stuff it in my mouth.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:0px;margin-left:0px;padding-top:0px;padding-right:0px;padding-bottom:0px;padding-left:0px;border-bottom-width:0px;border-left-width:0px;line-height:20px;font-size:13px!important;color:rgb(61,61,61);font:normalnormalnormal12px/normalHelvetica;">"Try the doorbell." Nodded Eli as he examined the rusty hinges. I glanced over to Emily, hoping that she would be the brave one, but she did not move an inch. She just stood there, staring at the door as if it was a ghost, barely blinking. Sighing, I crept up to the door and reached for the doorbell. The rough metal scraping my finger and the strong smell of iron tickling my nose. I took one last nervous look at my impatient friends as I pushed the device. You could hear the muffled sound of a high pitched ringing that sang along to the tune of big ben. Nothing happened.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:0px;margin-left:0px;padding-top:0px;padding-right:0px;padding-bottom:0px;padding-left:0px;border-bottom-width:0px;border-left-width:0px;line-height:20px;font-size:13px!important;color:rgb(61,61,61);font:normalnormalnormal12px/normalHelvetica;">"This was a bad idea." I heard Emily whisper behind me. I could not help but agree, I felt an ongoing urge to enter the house. It was as if an invisible force licked at the taste of my building curiosity, tempted to draw me in to the house to eat. It obviously  wanted my friends too. They walked up to me and exchanged looks with each other. With one last sigh I pushed the door open and peered into the darkness.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:0px;margin-left:0px;padding-top:0px;padding-right:0px;padding-bottom:0px;padding-left:0px;border-bottom-width:0px;border-left-width:0px;line-height:20px;font-size:13px!important;color:rgb(61,61,61);font:normalnormalnormal15px/normalHelvetica;">"Are you dead?" Eli shouted through the entrance. I shook my head and searched my pocket for my IPhone. My fingers wrapped around a cold, solid rectangle and pulled it out. I pressed the on button and flicked on the dim torch light.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:0px;margin-left:0px;padding-top:0px;padding-right:0px;padding-bottom:0px;padding-left:0px;border-bottom-width:0px;border-left-width:0px;line-height:20px;font-size:13px!important;color:rgb(61,61,61);font:normalnormalnormal15px/normalHelvetica;">"No not yet!" I replied as I pointed the torch at him. He let out a a breath, he seemed to be holding, and stepped into the house. Emily closely followed. "Do you guys have your Iphones?" They both got out their phones and flicked on their torches, as if they were one step ahead.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:0px;margin-left:0px;padding-top:0px;padding-right:0px;padding-bottom:0px;padding-left:0px;border-bottom-width:0px;border-left-width:0px;line-height:20px;font-size:13px!important;color:rgb(61,61,61);font:normalnormalnormal15px/normalHelvetica;">"This place looks abandoned," Emily commented as she moved her torch around, "and terrifying." Feeling a little braver, I turned around and searched for a door. Emily was right. The walls in here were peeling as well, covered in red paint stains from attempts of repainting over the grey. Brimming the bottom of these old walls stood piles of toys. Ducks, dolls, trains, you name it. They all seemed to be the prizes you get at a carnival; the small ones that you always win instead of getting one of the big cuddly toys hanging above you.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:0px;margin-left:0px;padding-top:0px;padding-right:0px;padding-bottom:0px;padding-left:0px;border-bottom-width:0px;border-left-width:0px;line-height:20px;font-size:13px!important;color:rgb(61,61,61);font:normalnormalnormal15px/normalHelvetica;">"And then there were two." I muttered as I moved my focus back to the room. Piles upon piles of dolls surrounded us, each carved out of the exact same material... Their eyes wore blank expressions that contrasted with their demonic frowns. White, pleated dresses framed their tiny bodies and brogues covered their little feet.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:0px;margin-left:0px;padding-top:0px;padding-right:0px;padding-bottom:0px;padding-left:0px;border-bottom-width:0px;border-left-width:0px;line-height:20px;font-size:13px!important;color:rgb(61,61,61);font:normalnormalnormal15px/normalHelvetica;">Looking away, she stared at the pile opposite her. "Thank you sir. The last man didn't sing along. He was a bad man." She looked back at me, "So I dealt with him..." She blinked one last time before falling to the ground, solid like before.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:0px;margin-left:0px;padding-top:0px;padding-right:0px;padding-bottom:0px;padding-left:0px;border-bottom-width:0px;border-left-width:0px;line-height:20px;font-size:13px!important;color:rgb(61,61,61);font:normalnormalnormal15px/normalHelvetica;">Emily looked at me, shaking madly. "W-what does it mean 'dealt' with him?" As if on cue, a groaning came from behind one of the towers of dolls. "Hello?" Emily stuttered. The groan came again. Exchanging a worried glance, I crept toward the sound; more scared than I had ever been. There was a teenage boy, who looked about our age, writhing in the corner. He lifted his head to look at us, a pleading look flooded his eyes.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:20px!important;margin-left:0px;padding-top:0px;padding-right:0px;padding-bottom:0px;padding-left:0px;border-bottom-width:0px;border-left-width:0px;line-height:20px;font-size:13px!important;color:rgb(61,61,61);">"Kill me." He whimpered, "Kill me! Kill me! Kill me please! Before they get me!" Screaming now, the boy started to rock back and forth; hands grasped his shaking head. "Before who get you?" I asked. He stopped rocking and stared at me. One of his hands slid of his head and he pulled out a small object that rested in his pocket. It was one of the doll's heads, its face disorientated in the torch light."I'm so stupid!" He cried. His eyes widened as he stared past me at the piles. You could hear the faint sound of grinding stone getting closer and closer; they were coming. "Oh god kill me! Please! Before-" His screaming wishes were cut off by a doll hobbling past my leg, all of its focus was on the boy. Seconds later, more dolls followed, surrounding the poor child. They closed in on him, hands raised; grabbing  at his flesh, they ripped off his quivering fingers causing him to scream in agony.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:20px!important;margin-left:0px;padding-top:0px;padding-right:0px;padding-bottom:0px;padding-left:0px;border-bottom-width:0px;border-left-width:0px;line-height:20px;font-size:13px!important;color:rgb(61,61,61);">Two angry looking dolls crawled onto his head. They were just about to go for his eyes when I yelled "Stop!" Everything went quiet. All faces turned to me.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:20px!important;margin-left:0px;padding-top:0px;padding-right:0px;padding-bottom:0px;padding-left:0px;border-bottom-width:0px;border-left-width:0px;line-height:20px;font-size:13px!important;color:rgb(61,61,61);">"What's the matter Mr?" One of the dolls, holding a finger, squeaked.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:20px!important;margin-left:0px;padding-top:0px;padding-right:0px;padding-bottom:0px;padding-left:0px;border-bottom-width:0px;border-left-width:0px;line-height:20px;font-size:13px!important;color:rgb(61,61,61);">"W-why are you doing this?" I demanded.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:20px!important;margin-left:0px;padding-top:0px;padding-right:0px;padding-bottom:0px;padding-left:0px;border-bottom-width:0px;border-left-width:0px;line-height:20px;font-size:13px!important;color:rgb(61,61,61);">"Because he is mean!" Another one shouted. Suddenly the room erupted with reasons. I felt a tug on my trouser leg. I looked down to find a doll at my foot.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:20px!important;margin-left:0px;padding-top:0px;padding-right:0px;padding-bottom:0px;padding-left:0px;border-bottom-width:0px;border-left-width:0px;line-height:20px;font-size:13px!important;color:rgb(61,61,61);">"Mr its me, lets get out of here. This way, the door is behind my friends. I did not say a word as I followed, Emily gripped my arm tightly. The doll led us to a door I could just about crawl through, "There you go. Go on get out of here! I have unfinished business to attend to." Not wanting to stay any longer, I got down on my knees and opened the door, never looking back.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:20px!important;margin-left:0px;padding-top:0px;padding-right:0px;padding-bottom:0px;padding-left:0px;border-bottom-width:0px;border-left-width:0px;line-height:20px;font-size:13px!important;color:rgb(61,61,61);">"Sh." Emily whispered as she closed the door. You could hear muffled screams behind us. I looked at my phone to check his battery life, 20% left.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:20px!important;margin-left:0px;padding-top:0px;padding-right:0px;padding-bottom:0px;padding-left:0px;border-bottom-width:0px;border-left-width:0px;line-height:20px;font-size:13px!important;color:rgb(61,61,61);">"Dammit." I whispered. I lifted the torch up just to quickly put it down again, my heart stopped. All around us lay small bodies, laying I blood covered heaps.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:20px!important;margin-left:0px;padding-top:0px;padding-right:0px;padding-bottom:0px;padding-left:0px;border-bottom-width:0px;border-left-width:0px;line-height:20px;font-size:13px!important;color:rgb(61,61,61);">"What the hell!?" Emily croaked as her torch lit up the whole room. There were dead children everywhere, their bodies deflated. They formed a path toward a twisted funhouse mirror that was framed in ivory patterns. Curios, I walked up to the mirror to have a closer look at the patterns. "What are you doing?" Emily snapped.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:20px!important;margin-left:0px;padding-top:0px;padding-right:0px;padding-bottom:0px;padding-left:0px;border-bottom-width:0px;border-left-width:0px;line-height:20px;font-size:13px!important;color:rgb(61,61,61);">"Just having a look." The patterns were made up of swirls and pictures that represented the circus, a circus of misery; the clowns and children that danced I the frame all frowned, not a happy face to be seen. Some climbed the swirls, trying to get to the top which beheld a ring master. He was smiling under his curly moustache and he held out his hat to the invisible audience, revealing his balding hair.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:20px!important;margin-left:0px;padding-top:0px;padding-right:0px;padding-bottom:0px;padding-left:0px;border-bottom-width:0px;border-left-width:0px;line-height:20px;font-size:13px!important;color:rgb(61,61,61);">"Wow." Emily whispered as she walked up behind me. Her colourful witch costume made her look very odd and twisted in the mirror. It made her head small and her body fat. She laughed at her reflection, a sound I had not heard from her since we entered the place.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:20px!important;margin-left:0px;padding-top:0px;padding-right:0px;padding-bottom:0px;padding-left:0px;border-bottom-width:0px;border-left-width:0px;line-height:20px;font-size:13px!important;color:rgb(61,61,61);">A face appeared in the mirror, untwisted. It took me about three seconds to realise that it was the ringmaster. "I see you are having fun..." He said. I quickly spun around to see him standing there. However he did not look like his picture on the mirror. His hat was torn and scruffy, resting on his head which beheld the most terrifying face I had ever seen. His eye was a blank pool of white, alone as the other one was missing like the entire top right hand corner of his face. All that was there was a snippet of his scull that lay under a blanket of stained blood. He wore a menacing smile which chilled me to the bone. His suit a mixture of a black tie, a red jacket and trousers, and a blue pair of shoes. The ring master was tall and thin with a white necklace that hung around his tiny neck. One of his hands was just bone, it grasped a long whip that hung down loosely next to him. He met eye contact with me and bowed. "Roll up! Roll up! Join us in a circus of a life time!" He shouted as he straitened, "Come join me, Dr Carnival, as we watch in horror at the amazing stunts."

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:20px!important;margin-left:0px;padding-top:0px;padding-right:0px;padding-bottom:0px;padding-left:0px;border-bottom-width:0px;border-left-width:0px;line-height:20px;font-size:13px!important;color:rgb(61,61,61);">"What the hell?" Emily muttered.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:20px!important;margin-left:0px;padding-top:0px;padding-right:0px;padding-bottom:0px;padding-left:0px;border-bottom-width:0px;border-left-width:0px;line-height:20px;font-size:13px!important;color:rgb(61,61,61);">"Afterwards," He continued, "you can visit my gift shop! To collect hand crafted delights!" He bent over and put his skin, covered hand into one of the bodies to pull out one of the bones. He held it up and examined it, nodding as he pulled out a bloody knife from his pocket. He started to carve it, paying close attention to detail. I stood transfixed as a foot started to appear in the bone. Dr Carnival looked at me, a smile still danced across his face. "Ah I see how you are starting to realise what those toys are made of Sam..." He cocked his head to the side as I staggered back, almost tripping over the bodies behind me.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:20px!important;margin-left:0px;padding-top:0px;padding-right:0px;padding-bottom:0px;padding-left:0px;border-bottom-width:0px;border-left-width:0px;line-height:20px;font-size:13px!important;color:rgb(61,61,61);">"Are you ok?" Emily whispered. Dr Carnival turned toward her, the smile dropped from his face, just like the doll.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:20px!important;margin-left:0px;padding-top:0px;padding-right:0px;padding-bottom:0px;padding-left:0px;border-bottom-width:0px;border-left-width:0px;line-height:20px;font-size:13px!important;color:rgb(61,61,61);">"I see you are scared..." He whispered. "Boo!" Emily fell to the ground in shock, screaming as she did so. He was laughing again, this time louder. "Run. You know you want to. Run! Run! Run!" As if it was a command, we scrambled toward the door and crawled as fast as we could; Dr Carnival's laughs boomed from behind us. As soon as we were through, Emily and I ran through the house, not daring to look at what was left of the boy.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:20px!important;margin-left:0px;padding-top:0px;padding-right:0px;padding-bottom:0px;padding-left:0px;border-bottom-width:0px;border-left-width:0px;line-height:20px;font-size:13px!important;color:rgb(61,61,61);">Once we were out, we collapsed to the ground in a heap of exhaustion, finally loosing our adrenalin. "Come on," I panted, "we need to go tell Eli what happened."

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:20px!important;margin-left:0px;padding-top:0px;padding-right:0px;padding-bottom:0px;padding-left:0px;border-bottom-width:0px;border-left-width:0px;line-height:20px;font-size:13px!important;color:rgb(61,61,61);">Not daring to look back, we jogged toward Eli's house, passing the last few rounds of children giving us funny looks. The icy breeze numbed my ears as we cut through the cold October night, making me feel all the worse. Upon arriving Eli's house, the shiver stroked my spine again. It was brightly decorated head to two in sculls, pumpkins, banners, lights and statues. Even a lanky, realistic body dangled from the porch roof. It looked like a child dressed up as a monster. It's clothes were torn and ragged, and random fur patches stuck out here and there. It was facing away from us. When we got to the porch, I turned the fake body around to see what it looked like.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:20px!important;margin-left:0px;padding-top:0px;padding-right:0px;padding-bottom:0px;padding-left:0px;border-bottom-width:0px;border-left-width:0px;line-height:20px;font-size:13px!important;color:rgb(61,61,61);">A horrified scream rang from Emily as she laid her eyes on what hung before us. It was no fake body...

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:20px!important;margin-left:0px;padding-top:0px;padding-right:0px;padding-bottom:0px;padding-left:0px;border-bottom-width:0px;border-left-width:0px;line-height:20px;font-size:13px!important;color:rgb(61,61,61);">"Oh god." My voice came out as a chocked whisper. "E-Eli..." There dangling on a tight rope was Eli. A sewn smile across his devious face. He stared at us with patronising eyes.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:20px!important;margin-left:0px;padding-top:0px;padding-right:0px;padding-bottom:0px;padding-left:0px;border-bottom-width:0px;border-left-width:0px;line-height:20px;font-size:13px!important;color:rgb(61,61,61);">But, when we thought all was horrifying enough, he started to sing. "Knock, knock on the door, what awaits is nothing more. I will show you a smile and take you to a show worthwhile. Knock, knock on the door, what awaits is nothing more..." His repetitive, monotone singing had a very strange effect on me. My eyes started to droop and I lost all control over my arms and legs, they walked me up to the door and forced me to knock repeatedly. A click came through the key hole and the singing ceased, letting me regain control.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:20px!important;margin-left:0px;padding-top:0px;padding-right:0px;padding-bottom:0px;padding-left:0px;border-bottom-width:0px;border-left-width:0px;line-height:20px;font-size:13px!important;color:rgb(61,61,61);">Eli answered the door. "Hey guys!" He grinned, "Come in, come in!" Eli thrust out both of his arm and yanked us through the doorway. "Come up the stairs!" This was not a suggestion, this was a command. Warily, we followed him to his room. "I want to show you something!" He walked over to his desk and picked up a white knife.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:20px!important;margin-left:0px;padding-top:0px;padding-right:0px;padding-bottom:0px;padding-left:0px;border-bottom-width:0px;border-left-width:0px;line-height:20px;font-size:13px!important;color:rgb(61,61,61);">"What's happening, Eli?" Emily stuttered. Saying nothing, Eli glided over to Emily and wrapped his knife free arm around her shaking shoulders. Then, after whispering playfully into her ear, he dragged his weapon across her neck. Life oozed from the slice as the light drained from her fearful eyes. Eli let go of her and turned towards me.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:20px!important;margin-left:0px;padding-top:0px;padding-right:0px;padding-bottom:0px;padding-left:0px;border-bottom-width:0px;border-left-width:0px;line-height:20px;font-size:13px!important;color:rgb(61,61,61);">"Have fun at the carnival..." He smirked, plunging the knife into his stomach.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:20px!important;margin-left:0px;padding-top:0px;padding-right:0px;padding-bottom:0px;padding-left:0px;border-bottom-width:0px;border-left-width:0px;line-height:20px;font-size:13px!important;color:rgb(61,61,61);">I wanted to scream and run but it felt like everything within me was glued together. A boney hand stretched it's white fingers across my shoulder.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:20px!important;margin-left:0px;padding-top:0px;padding-right:0px;padding-bottom:0px;padding-left:0px;border-bottom-width:0px;border-left-width:0px;line-height:20px;font-size:13px!important;color:rgb(61,61,61);">"Welcome to the carnival, my friend..." <ac_metadata title="Dr Carnival(Unreviewed)"> </ac_metadata>