Killer Carnival
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It was supposed to just be the annual carnival people know and love. It wasn't supposed to turn so sinister. The town has been living amongst a psychopath. He's been a friend, a neighbor, and an ally for many years. How did no one notice?
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"I didn't kill him." I repeated the same line over and over again. He wasn't dead. I knew it. I know that he's alive. "I didn't kill him." He had to be out there, but it didn't matter now. They wouldn't let me out of here no matter how much I begged. "I'm not crazy and he's not dead!" I yelled out. No one answered. I began rocking back and forth. "I didn't kill him."
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