Statement Begins

the thing in the dark

TW: blood, grotesque mention of murder, child fear

Statement of one Alcovin katzan regarding their time in the Circo de los Muertos or circus of the dead.
Statement date of write 7/8/16.

We’re all scared of something, right?
Well I am that thing, I guess I should start at the “beginning”
I had many names back then, the ring mistress, miss puppeteer, and many more, to the people in that village.
I was the thing in the dark, the queen of madness. They would tell stories about me to frighten their young ones into behaving.

Though I guess they had the right to be, I was the thing that took their children. It's almost funny to think about those years I lived on that mountain.
After what, in your perception of time would be two hundred years, I left, the village had become a ghost town and I had no more prey to hunt. I moved on and found the Circo De Los Muertos. An old man with one eye was running it by that time. I took care of him quickly. It's quite easy to hide a body in 1840 Spain, I have found.  I stayed with the circus for years. We would travel all around taking any small children that were not with a parent, I was well fed all those years.

A child who is filled with both fear and wonder taste almost like…. Coffee? Yes coffee is a good taste, bitter at the start but sweet at the end. That's what a human child at the circus tastes like.
One night we had set up in a small town and it almost reminded me of the village I had come from. The starting performances that night went well as it usually does but something in the back of my mind told me this was going to be an interesting night. While I was doing my bit with the Carend sisters  (they were my puppets) I spotted in the front row of the crowd a little boy around twelve sitting alone on the bench. He sat empty. I knew with a start that he would be my next feast! I hungered for him the feeling of anticipation growing into a monster in my mind.
The rest of the night I yearned for that boy, I kept an eye on him to make sure none of the others saw him. He was mine and I wasn't willing to share my hunt.
It was the last performance of the night, the trapeze artists, everyone in the audience had their eyes fixed on the girls, except the boy. He was just staring off in space. I knew this was my chance, not a soul noticed me.
I walked up to him and tapped his shoulder. He looked up with a blank soulle stair. That's when I realized why I was craving him like I never had in years. He had no soul.
You see I don't eat the soul. I eat the flesh, the soul is one of the trickiest parts to rip out of a person and it can leave one of the ugliest tastes.  So to see an “alive” human with no soul made my hollow heart sing.
I was inpatient so I grabbed him by the arm and started to drag him out of the tent. He didn't scream, he stayed silent. Which was nice.
I dragged him out into the frigid September night air and out to the back of the tent. I took my time ripping out his vocal cords with my sharp razor like nails. The sound of a gurgled scream was music to my ears, I next went for the eyes.
This time I took my sweet time to cut each individual nerve. The eyes came out with a satisfying pop! I couldn't wait to try him so I tried an eye. It started like the sweetest honey in the world but the bitter taste of fear was still there was a perfect balance. I finished my work in haste. The show would be over soon.
And that's my story. I don't know why you wanted me to tell you all of this but I did, it won't help in any of your investigations but for me it was fun to relive that day.