dead girl crying

Chapter Two : Puppets

Asher's POV:

A place so colorful and wonderful, I could stay here forever! The first show I'm watching is a puppet theatre? Sounds interesting.

The place was crowded, but luckily I was fast enough to grab a seat at the first row. As I sat down, I couldn't help but have a unsettling feeling that crept up to me. Like... telling me that something here is dangerous. Maybe it's just my brain playing mind tricks on me.

Soon, the lights dimmed dark, spotlights were placed ot the center of the stage. The show had just started.

Show preview:

The Dead Girl Crying

Ella came to the circus for the first time. She was feeling all sorts of joyful emotions! As she wanders around the huge circus, she can't help but accidentally see something she wasn't supposed to see...

Upon noticing it, she quickly placed a hand over her mouth to prevent any sounds slipping out, avoiding getting caught. Gosh, what would they do to her if they saw her?

Before she could even do anything else, the laughter from the hall slowly began to disappear. Ella twisted her head, taking a look around the room and glanced one last time at the dead body before sprinting out of the so-called-wonderful circus.

While still hurrying through the main entrance, suddenly, the lights started getting dark. The lights behind her were slowly going off one by one. The ferris wheel was no longer spinning around in circles, nor was the carousel and everything else. Her world had immediately turned upside down.

Everything was a nightmare. Creepy laughter could be heard as someone touched her shoulder. She flinched, hesitantly turning around... just to see a clown. Wait, or is that a jester? She dosen't know anymore. She just wants to get out of his horrible place.

"I know you've seen something you shouldn't have... and with that, your life shall be taken," the so-called clown chuckled like a sadist.

As soon as she heard this, she ran as fast as she could away from the "clown", tears streaming down her face.

Before she knew it, she unintentionally ran into "the hall of mirrors," Well, that just makes things more amusing, doesn't it? The "clown" could be seen on every mirror. Each piece of glass had his psychotic face on it. Wow, isn't that just great?

By a twist of fate, she bumps into the mirrors many times. Despite that, she still wants to live, doesn't she? I mean, she did make it clear.

Unfortunately, Ella trips over something and falls over. The clown now towering over her, took a deck of playing cards out. They were poker cards. He shuffled the cards, then held it right in front of her.

"Pick a card, dear Ella. It will determine your way of... dying," he smirked in amusement, visibly enjoying this situation, hence having the upper hand here.

"Please, I don't want to die! I'm still young... Please let me live... I promise I won't tell anyone, not even a soul!" She desprately begged for mercy, sobbing as she clenched tightly onto her skirt in fear.

"Now, now~ You don't want to make my job harder now, would you?" The "clown" teased in a condescending voice. "Now choose a card before I let you die in the cruelest way possible," he threatened, not showing even a hint of sympathy.

Without any choice Ella chose a card, her fingers trembling as she flipped the card around.

"The fool," the card wrote. The illustration was a jester with strings tied onto him, as if a puppet on a puppet play.

"Oh my, seems like you got a good one, my dear Ella," the clown snickered mischievously as he suddenly snapped his fingers, causing strings to be tied onto her arms and legs, just like a puppet on a puppet play.

Ella wails in pain as tears rolls down her cheeks, blood dirtying her beautiful dress. Clearly, the strings were sharp.

"End of the story. Thank you, dear ladies and gentlemen. I'm sure you enjoyed this play named "The Dead Girl Crying," get it? Because she died crying. Hold up, one last question, was the guy a clown or a jester? Well, the answer is... to be continued!" Just like that, the speech ended.

Asher's POV:

The unsettling feeling got worse after the puppet show. The emtions were portrayed greatly, as well as the scripts and acting being smooth, but the details were a bit to specific. There wasn't even any warning before the show started. Who would have thought about anything as violent as this? What was the point of this play? What kind of hidden message is behind this show? Many questions ran through his head.

Is this really the fantastic event that everyone wants to attend?

AkiyoAkiyo credits for helping my grammar <3