Note: Characters belong to me. Prompt was given by Meizawesomez WARNING: Mention of child death!
He was always interested in spirits and the afterlife, but it wasn’t until he met a spirit face-to-face that he got an idea. A man named Cyrus was the ringmaster of a failing circus. Less people were interested as he began to run out of ideas for acts. Cyrus had heard a story about the house he was living in. The adults in the house, a couple with one child, had locked their kid in the shed behind the house and lit it on fire. The child died, of course. Cyrus had tried several times to speak with the kid, but got nothing. In what he claimed was a final attempt to contact the child, he slammed his fist into the table, knocking a few things over. Putting his head in his hands he grumbled then stood up, deciding to call it an early night. He made his way to his room and got ready for bed. With a sigh he sat on the bed, defeated. He couldn’t keep the circus running, and he couldn’t even contact some child spirit. Suddenly, the curtain over the window opened, showing the night sky. He perked up a little and walked over to the window. “It is a beautiful night, isn’t it?” He asked, trying to prompt another response from whatever had opened the curtain. Cyrus looked out the window, then looked around his room. Finally deciding he was alone, he closed the curtain. Turning around, he jumped and held in a yelp of surprise, for he wasn't expecting to see the pale girl standing before him. She looked up at him with near white eyes. Her hair was long and straight, and it floated around her as if it had a mind of its own. She wore a white dress that wasn’t too fancy, and a pair of shoes to match.
“I’ve been watching you for a while.” Her voice was soft and quiet, almost a whisper. “Why are you mad?” It took Cyrus a moment to finally communicate, and he told her about trying to contact her, and about his failing circus. “Is there any way I can help?” She quizzed. He looked at her, an idea forming.
“Actually, there is.” He said, a smile growing on his face.
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Short Stories
LosoweA collection of short-ish stories that I wasn't sure what to do with. Mature (most likely blood and gore related) stories will have a warning if there are any. Some fandoms may be included and marked properly. Any other characters most likely belong...
