We arrive at the circus out the front of my house with the big red and white tent. I can hear the music on the inside. The clown music. On the outside it looks like the grass hasn't been mowed in months because it's almost as tall as me and I think I'm pretty tall for a 15 year old. My sister is 10 and she loves this circus but I think there's something about it that's off. It's weird looking. There's nothing fun in there the seats are old and rotten wood, the place smells like there a thousand dead corpses rotting in there and there no scenery that looks... nice to look at. There's nothing good about it. It all just seems suspicious.
When we get in I try to pick a good seat that would hold me for the whole stupid I mean suspicious circus went on for.
"They really need to fix this place up." I mumble
"What sweetie?" asks mum
"Nothing just talking to myself."
"Ok darling."
This place is so weird I don't want to be here or even live near here this place just gives me the willies. It looks like a torture chamber. As I thought that last thing a let a cold chill run down my spine. I shudder.All of a sudden the clown comes out.
"Hey guys I'm Mr Funny and welcome to my circus tonight's gonna be all about..."
"Mr Funny!" The whole audience yells
"Yes your correct. Now sit back and relax and enjoy the show."
How can we sit back and relax when these chairs are rotting and about to break on us? I think to myselfThe first act was Mr Funny squirting water on people from one of those stupid water flowers. Then he got people to sing while he danced around in a circle.
What an idiot. I think to myself.After the circus I go home and get changed and I might as well show you what I look like so here.
So hey there I'm Ava and I'm going to be telling you a story.
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The clown
HorrorThere is this clown that works in the circus across the road from me. I was never sure on him. He calls himself Mr Funny because he thinks he's funny.. but he's only funny at the circus not after the circus. He torments people after the circus. Afte...