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Yep, the title says it all. This a book that will be filled with nothing but reader one-shots and anything I feel like putting in here Yu-G...
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I am me
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The day was nearing noon, yet the sun was at it's full heat. A chill wind blew the late September leaves down from a line of trees that edged the old fairgrounds. The leaves tumble and rolled when a heavier wind whisked by, but the leaves would never reach the grounds. A chain-link fence would see to that. Another wind came but this time howling and whistling over the abandoned booths and tents.
From the closed road that lead to town it was possible to see and think that a permanent carnival stood with its torn flags flapping in the wind.
Years had passed since the summer crowds had filled this place with their laughter and money. No music would ever play here again. No call of the carnies to draw in curious minds to see their magic tricks, shared their hidden wonder or gawk at their freaks. Nor will they ever again.
No one ever came near the place. Not even to see what they could salvage from the place. The grounds and everything in it was tainted by evil and no one in the town nearby or in the next could be convinced otherwise.
The wind died down, letting the faded red flags sway on their own. The solemn air stilled till a low rumbling noise grew louder and louder. Like a rolling of thunder the noise grew and grew. A small black car follow by a flat-bed truck, cranes and several vans filled with work men drove down the dusty road. They circled around the fence and stopped at the back where a gate was found.
An old man then got out of the car and walked to the gate. He peered through, not touching the fence, and gazed up at a small house. Even with the years that had passed the house looked in good condition. The old men felt his lips dry in nervousness but found his hand digging in his pocket for the keys given to him.
He could feel sets of eyes on him as he hasten to unlock the padlock on the gate. There were the eyes of the work men behind him hoping to get the job done fast. Then there were the set coming from the house wondering what he was here to do.
