saif_alameer
"It was supposed to be just a regular night at the London circus. But some lines are never meant to be crossed."
When Michael and Frank decided to mock the unnaturally pale, lifeless clown on the stage, they thought they were just having a laugh. They didn't know they had just declared war on a darkness they couldn't possibly understand. Now, the circus is gone, but the haunting, unmoving silhouette remains on the rooftops.
Can you ever truly escape a curse? Or is it already inside?
A chilling, cinematic psychological horror short story about an entity that feeds on mockery and a nightmare that refuses to fade.
"The tent is gone. The laughter is dead. But the smile never dies."