Crimson Carnival

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Welcome to Crimson Carnival a place where the most horrible and haunting stories exist. A place so dark and evil all your FEARS will come true.

So this book is going to be series of short stories focused on horror, murder, mystery and the paranormal.


1. Crimson Carnival

Amelia steps echo loudly in the abandoned carnival, the silhouettes of the old rides make this place even eerier. She shines her flashlight about the creepy area, her heart thumps intensely. Why did I agree to this? Because they said I was chicken and I have to prove them wrong. I have to spend the night in this horrid place.

The guardrails of the old Ferris wheel lay askew and broken from old age. A child had died here. That's the reason the park was closed in the first place, the reason why everyone fears being in or even coming near this place. It was a freak accident, or at least that's what the said. Many rumors surround the sad incident. No one really knows what happened that night, no one but the carnival, and to be sure, it will not give up its secrets anytime soon.

She spots the funhouse just a short sprint away from her, "Ew, how creepy and disgusting!"

She had never been so scared, she was seventeen, much too old for childish fear, right? But something tells her there's more to this place than meets the eye, she brushes the cobwebs from her shoulder as she enters into the dark funhouse. Funhouse, phifft, more like a horror house. This is where that boy had died, only a few years ago too.

A sharp gust of wind blows the door closed behind her, it had startled her so much she had dropped her flashlight. Which had shut off when it bounced off the floor the first time, leaving her in utter darkness, as she gets onto her knees she prays that it didn't break. As she runs her finger across the dusty floor she feels her hand run across something sticky and wet.

"Ew, freaking gross!"

She keeps rubbing her hand across the hard surface until her finger touch what feels like her flashlight, she grasps it tightly while rising to her feet. When she taps the button it makes a clicking sound, but it doesn't come on. After a dozen more tries, and a dozen times of tapping the darn thing upon her palm she gives up. 

"Stupid thing." She yells out as she throws it, it hit's into one of the mirrors and she hears it shatter.

A bright light comes on suddenly, not just a light, a hundred tiny multi-colored lights blind her. She's dazed and attempts to block some of the light with her hands until she can adjust to it. She sees a large platform in the middle of the floor, surely it doesn't belong here. The lights behind it make it shadowed and even more scary. A bright stage light comes on blinding her once again, the silence was replaced by the sound of a thousand organs playing creepy carnival music.

"Welcome to my funhouse" a man's voice rang out, followed by a maniacal laugh. 

The stage light prevents her from seeing him, "Who are you? What do you want?"

She feels fear's fingers tickle her spine.

"Why my dear child I am glad you asked. I want to tell you some stories."

"Stories? What?!"

He laughs loudly, "Yes stories, but not just any stories. Terrifying stories, stories so scary you'll...well, um...die."

More maniacal laughter trails his sentence.

Amelia tries to back away, but she finds that she can't.

"Oh dear child, you can't leave. All of the fun is about to begin." This time giddy laughter can be heard. "Take a seat."

He waves his hand and suddenly Amelia's throw into a large wooden chair, "Get comfy." He waves his hand again, leather straps grow out of the arms and legs of the chair binding her to it. Her heart sinks, she's terrified and astonished. 

How is he doing this?

"Please let me go!" She cries as she begs him.

He shakes his head merrily, "Nope."

Another strap goes around her neck, pulling her back.

"Now, let's begin. The first story I'm going to tell you is called, You Are What You Eat." That same laugh echoes out, "Don't move. HA!" 

He rubs his hands together excitedly, "Ooh, this is gonna be a good one!" 

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