THE CIRCUS
I was packing my bags, getting ready for the circus trip. Each step I took, my legs felt heavier and heavier. Going to the circus is dramatic for me, because I am petrified of clowns. It was a long 30 minutes.
When we arrived, I slowly stepped out of the family van. My brother unknowing of the monstrosity known as the clown, was happy and excited to go. It was a cold dark night, and at that point, I knew it would be hard for this night to get any worse. When we entered the circus tent, the most extraordinary thing happened. I saw a clown, this night really is going to get worse. There was a clown with a smile that almost looked like it was painted with blood. Everything started to get fuzzy, I became dizzy. And I lost my family in the crowd. The only people I could ask for help, would have to be a clown, and I couldn't see that happening. But if I didn't want to die, I had to ask. I asked the least frightening looking clown if he could help. And he told me to follow him, and I felt very pressured to do so. So I followed him, he led me to an employee-only room. And sat me down on a red metal uncomfortable chair. He told me to wait, he came back with a box. He grabbed the lid of the box, and slowly started to open it. Inside was my parent's heads, dripping with blood and gore. I tried to scream but only a little squeak came out. I ran out of the circus and bumped into... my family. They smiled at me and were acting very strange.
When we arrived back at home, they were still acting strange. I never mentioned to them what happened. And they still are acting different then they used to.
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Even More Spine-Tingling Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark
HorrorA spinoff of Alvin Schwartz's "Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark" books. This book contains a few scary stories to get your adrenaline pumping!
