Ringside Seat ||A Laughing Jack Love Story||

Chapter 3 - Dark Dreams

Chapter 3 – Dark Dreams

I knew I was in a dream when everything was so dark and morbid. But everything felt so real. I could smell the old grease, the smell of decay and rot. The sound of the raven’s cawing was so loud and realistic and made the atmosphere worse. The dark carnival I was in was run down and dark. The speakers on the flickering lampposts played slow, horrible circus tunes that crackled and squeaked. The rundown attractions were decorated in dead bodies where the scavenging birds perched, eating the decaying bodies.

As I looked at the empty booths I felt like something was drawing me to the big top tent on one side of the carnival. I kept walking towards the scary tent following the source of the scary music and the sound of children’s laughter.

Soon ducking inside I see an arena where the children were but they were decayed as well or looked like some sort of demon. I screamed and thrashed as a hoard of them attacked me, biting me trying to get flesh.

I soon break through and run down into the arena, where I shouldn’t have gone. There I was trapped into the act, I found myself on a nigh platform where a thin tightrope lay fraying and looking like it was about to fall any minute.

I was shoved and heard a child’s laughing as I was forced onto the rope, almost immediately falling from losing my balance I saw there was no net as I fell into the dirt.

You would think I would wake up now but it kept going no matter how much the pain hurt, or how many times I pinched myself. The realistic nightmare played on and I was just here for the ride.

Soon a clown walks up to me, stooping next to me singing along with the crooked music playing in the tent.

“All around the mulberry bush the monkey chased the weasel. The monkey thought all was in fun, pop goes the weasel.” his silky yet deep voice growls.

He smiled, parting his black lips revealing sharp white teeth. He was stark, albino white with his hair as jet black as the night. His eyes were white but I saw a ring of silver around his pupils staring right at me though his hair swooped over his eyes in long choppy waves. Where his nose would be was a cone nose, striped in black and white. He had feathers on his shoulders that were the matched black and white. He had on suspenders holding up his black capris that soon showed black and white striped socks that matched his sleeves on his shirt. Bandages were wrapped around his stomach. This monochrome crown scared me.

“What do you want with me?” I whisper.

“Torture.” was all he responded with another cruel smile.

He then held up his hand that had sharp claws on each finger. After plunging them into my stomach, finally I was jerked awake.

I snapped up quickly, holding my knees to my chest I shook uncontrollably as tears streamed down my face as I cried. I shook in terror of that dream, why would I ever have such a scary dream?

People said that dreams mean something, but what could that clown in a carnival possibly mean?

Whatever it was, I was terrified and sat in my room alone sobbing as I thought I faintly heard maniacal laughter.

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The video on the side is Laughing Jack's 'Pop Goes The Weasel' without lyrics (: it's worth a listen!
The photo of course is Laughing Jack at his carnival!