The Dead Circus

Chapter One: Seven Year Old Terror Story (Creepy Circus)

I was only seven when it happened. I was shy, introverted and innocent. I had nothing to worry about and everything made me happy, but of course, it just had to change. The things I saw that day changed me, changed me into a living monster. Now, I'm 15 and no one understands, not even my own parents and they were there when it happened. They think something's wrong with me and that death might help, well, I'm already there. Half dead, but also, half alive. If they think something is wrong, well, they're not wrong. I am twisted in many ways, kids scream when they see my face. I went to the doctors once, they found out what was wrong. They told me, "You have a twisted, dwelling disease. A disease that is unstoppable. A disease that will mess your mind forever." My question was, "Will there ever be a cure?" They always had the same answer, "No, what's the point? You're the only one with it." But, let me tell you one thing, if you ever get a disease that's not worth curing. Embrace it, make it last, if you don't. The disease will take your life. Now, ready to hear my story? Let's get to it, but let's just say that if you're reading this in the dark, you may want to switch some lights on (laughs). 

"You ready to go the circus?" Mother asks seven year old me. "Yes! Yes!" I would shout with cheer. Dad ruffled my hair and chuckled, "Then lets go!" We all ran to the car and jumped inside, I was super pumped and wanted to get there as soon as possible. It was my first time going to a circus. The insides of the car was light grey and black on the ceiling of the car. I ran my fingers down the window, watching the clouds cry drips of water. The tears hit the window and dripped down, I ran my finger at the same pace as the tear would go. I looked out the window and saw the clouds turn dark grey and thunder was beating against a drum. Mother looked worried and spoke, "Maybe we can go to the circus when the weather calms down, Melaina." But, like the douche I was, I shook my head and said, "Please, the circus won't be here very long." Mother looked to my father and he sighed, "She's right, you know." He looked to mother and she nodded and kept driving on. 'How far away is the circus?' I wondered to myself, but didn't speak another word. As if on command, I spoke softly, "Stop raining." and the rain was no more and the clouds parted. Mother smiled to herself and continued driving the long, bumpy road. 

"Are we there, yet?" I asked, as all kids at that age would and mother nodded while her eyes were on the road. We were a happy family back then. We pulled up and got out of the car, the first thing I saw was a huge tent. Bigger than an entire mansion (Okay, maybe I'm exaggerating) and the colors were red and white stripes, just starting from the top of the tent and the colors poured downwards to hit the end the end of it. The grass was fake green and kinda spiky to stand on. I ran into the tent and noticed some body less clowns which their mouths were wide opened and they just spun right to left. People payed to put in some balls in, I gotta say, if those clowns were real, then they'd be choking really badly and I'll just be laughing as they cough. Coughing ain't gonna help when someone forces a ball down your throat, ugh. I saw the sign in black ink on a white board across the stall, 'Laughing Clowns'. Huh, no wonder I'd laugh if I saw them choke, or are the clowns meant to laugh? I think they'd choke to death rather than laughing. The thought made me laugh a little and mother turned to me with a questioning look. "Just a thought made me laugh." I told her as she nodded and continued to walk ahead of me in a much faster pace that I could not keep up with my small, little seven year old legs. In front of me was the bigger opening to the main part of the circus. I walked in and was shocked, even scared maybe.

"Welcome! To the Мертвий Circus!" The conductor exclaimed and held a microphone in his right hand and a "magical" staff in his left. The circus was bright and colorful, something I'd only ever seen in my dreams. There were women who were incredibly fit and were wearing suits with lots of colors, but they seemed to be wearing face masks as if they were ashamed of who they were. This made my spine tingle and in the wrong way. My legs wanted to move, my body wanted to stay still and I knew that something was very wrong with this place. I ignored my instincts and decided to stay in my seat and watch the show. I looked to my mum, who was sitting to my right, she seemed intrigued and stayed close attention to the show. I looked to my left, my dad wasn't bothering to stay focused on the conductor. I turned back towards the stage and sighed softly, I continued to stare into the distance. The conductor's words sounding like muffled nonsense. When he said, "Unicorns", my mind snapped and I was intrigued again and I wanted to see if there were any unicorns on stage. "Now, welcome the unicorns to the stage." Everyone cheered and clapped. The unicorns came onto the stage. The unicorns trotted to the stage, but they looked tortured, they were painted rainbow and had fake rainbow cardboard wings attached to them. They looked like rainbow zombie horses, the horn on their head was sticky taped on and was also made of cardboard.