It, surprisingly, was never the clowns. You would think a haunted carnival would suffer a posthumous makeup-covered bozo every now and again, but no. Just possessed roller coaster cars, half-eaten stuffed animals (DON'T ask), the occasional walking funhouse mirror, the like.
There wasn't really a story for this one. No roller coaster wreck, no drowning in the tunnel of cheap love, no chainsaw wielding clown on Halloween night. No deaths. Sometimes, when a place gets creepy enough, it doesn't need a tragedy. It haunts itself.
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WritOber 2022
Kısa HikayeA few short autumn writing exercises for the month of October.
