Horror Circus 🎪
dividers by @pixopix
The music of "Entrance of the Gladiators" was blasting all over the dark tent of towns recent circus attraction. You had dragged one of your friends with you, adrenaline already rushing through your veins.
"sick...", said your friend, astounded by the dark vibes of the place that usually makes people laugh instead of screaming.
"and you almost didnt want to come with me."
"yeah but for a reason."
"Such as?"
"Bitch, work."
"I also work for that bag and I still make time."
Both of you sigh, then laugh. Its been a while since you two had time to hang out.
As the two of you walk deeper into the circus to arrive at the seat stages and excitedly run to the free first row and sit down before anyone else came. The middle of the stages was highlighted by the stagelights, darkening out the rest of the tent. You took photos randomly to keep as memories. Soon, more people started to fill in the empty seats. Few adults came with their kids under the age of 10, those holding either popcorn or cotton candy sticks to keep being entertained. If it was a good idea to bring them to a horror attraction? No you didn't think so. But its the parents decisions to fuck up their children's innocence.
Once it was time for the actual show, you held your friends hand tight and chittery from excitement. You almost squealed if it wasn't for your dignity and kept your eyes on the ring leader who stood in the middle of the audience. A middle aged woman, long blonde hair, in curls. Her outfit consisting of a glittery black body suit, a glittery black jacket that stopped at waist length, a matching long black cylinder hat and black fish nets over her exposed smooth legs. However, her skin was pale white. From face to feet, but black lipstick and black eye makeup. She looked like a porcelain doll you'd say.
She held a black microphone in hand, wide smile showing her pearls whites.
"Welcome to our this year's beloved Circus of Fear! We as a whole group of athletes and mages have specially prepared lots of spooky and dangerous tricks to give you a unforgettable experience. As i see some dear parents have brought their children as well. We'd advice you to bring them to a therapist if you shall decide to keep those innocent minds to watch. Without further ado! Clap for Ozzieeee the Butcher clownnn!"
All viewers started to clap with the rhythm of the lagging music, causing some to become hesitant to play along as the lights were dimmed darker, the music matching the atmosphere. Children clinging to their parents as the lights started to flicker, and a dark, raspy laugh belonging to someone behind the scenes.
Once the lights stopped flickering, the curtains slid open, only a dark void was visible. No clown or any other performer. But. A foot, or in other words, a black leather shoe with a detaged foot inside it, blood leaking off, was thrown into the middle of the stage floor. Children and some adults, majority women, screamed at the bloody pool forming.
"Forgot to mention. Possibility of epilepsy. Enjoy!"
The voice of the ring leader silenced afterwards with a high pitched giggle.
Stomps. Finally, now the clown came into view. Dressed monochrome. One foot missing. He jumped towards the middle on one foot, grabs the one on the floor and smashes it onto his open wound. He groaned in pain, but once the limp body part was attached he moves his leg normally as if he was amputated just now. He was now grinning from ear to ear, sharp teeth glistening slightly yellow, his jester hat jiggling with the golden balls on the tips of the ends, reaching to the floor. Oh forgot to mention, blood was oozing out of his full hairline. But it didn't seem to bother him.
"Hey kiddos! Im Ozzie the butcher clown! Ever heard of me?"
He said. You could shamelessly admit. He was foineeee.
A loud round of no's came back at the clown. He frowns and stems his hands on his corsetted waist. Looks too tight to even breath.
"Tsk tsk tsk. They had one job. Well. Now you do!"
He takes off his large jester hat, causing long strands of dark hair to fall out and holds the opening up.
"Now. Look closely what I will pull out. Close your eyes, open at the count of three."
You and your friend close your eyes tightly and count.
1...2...3..
The second you open your eyes you slap your mouth shut. He was holding up a womans head by the hair, throat cut, blood also dripping out. Eyes were gouched out and mouth stuffed with a porks mouth. Then a chilling scream of a child got your attention, which turned your stomach upside down by the view. Poor kid. His mom was the victim as it seems. Her lifeless body slumped forward against the metal bars with a loud "dong!", too out of place with loudness.
Your hands shook. You look back to your friend who was almost fainting. She whispers to you.
"This is too realistic to be fake! We have to get out or we'll be next!"
You were to agree, as she was already up and about but you were stuck to your seat. You look down and hadn't realized that you were chained. You struggle but no chance. The clown was suddenly infront of you. You flinch.
"Where are you going darling? Too gruesome?? I think you should continue enjoying the show!"
He backed off cackling. When you turned to see where your friend was she had already taken the chance to run out of that place.
You wanted to cry, but your pride didn't let you. Maybe this was all just your imagination from the lack of sleep that you had the past few days and it was just catching up. Looking back down at the chains you notice that they weren't just any chains. Those were black chains. Either they are into some kinky shit.... or they are preparing to roast you. Shit.
You breath in, trying to get the chains to loosen from your body... guess what. It didn't work.
Since you were distracted you hadn't noticed the menacing stench of blood. The taste of iron in the air.
You look back at the scenery. Many body parts laid there... what the hell...
"Now we'd like to show you our biggest pride! The Grey lion!"
The butcher clown stepped aside as a very large lion came running in and almost attacked the first row in the same line of the curtain. The viewers all screamed in fear, some fainting. But the lion was pulled back by the neck with a black chain. The same one that held you in place.
The one holding the chain was yet again the clown. The lion was breathing heavily, out of breath from the sudden pull.
"Tsk tsk tsk. Thats not a good kitty."
He pulls his hat back down again and pulls put a golden whip. Big contrast to the all black tent theme. He let the lion loose again, making sure he didn’t act out of line again. However, at one misstep he whiped the lion so hard it left a burn mark on him. You flinch again. Poor animal.
After 10 terrible minutes, they retracted behind the curtains. The clown waving with a bloody butcher knife that appeared out of thin air.
The voice of the ringleader talked through the speakers again.
"We will have a 10 minute break. In the meantime please enjoy our special snacks in the entrance hall."
Everyone rushed out. You also were about to but the chains still remained.
"Boo!"
You loudly cursed at him this time.
"Son of a bi-", but he pinched your lips shut with the tips of his sharp black nails, attached to his rough, pale hands.
"Nah uh uh, this is a child friendly environment. No cussing or insulting whatsoever."
"You literally decapitated a mother right beside her kid and also whipped a lion so hard it left a burn. What's next, athletes falling down the heights and bikers in fire rings that catch fire?"
"Oddly specific dear. Kekekeke. But you hit right in the bullseye."
"None of you is truly human are you? All of you spawned from hell and disguise as a gore entertainment to kill just to be able yo get away. Let me go!"
"Too bad we can't. *I* can't. You just make such glorious expression i can't help but keep you now."
"In your dreams! Now unbind me!"
That bastard let out another ugly cackle and jumped around.
"I can feel it. You are the chosen oneeeee! The chosen one! The chosen one!", ozzie sang.
"And you need a therapist."
You roll your eyes.
"What was that? Do it again.", he was too close in you personal space.
"Do what?"
"That eye roll. Never in my life have I managed to do that or seen anyone do that. You must be very talented.", he said STARING right into your eyes, barely blinking.
"What? No! Im not gonna do that again."
The clown pouts. Then that horrible grin returns.
"If you don't, then I will... butcher your arms and legs and cook them to sell them as hot dog sausages."
You gag.
The lights flicker and the show continues.
Unfortunately what you said earlier about the performances happened.
Acrobats swinging from one swing to another, some crashing into eachother causing to make crack sounds, some falling into the boiling hot water pool underneath, getting boiled to death.
Why are still kids watching??
Afterwards after everything was cleaned up, the bikers drove in very loudly, driving in circles at first. In the meantime a cage ball got lowered into the middle. One drove inside it, and fire got lit. The ball turned into a literal fire ball. Then, that cage was pull up, the biker is still driving, but the wheels catch on fire, one exploding. The driver falls off the bike, onto the floor part of the cage and burns once from the fire, and gets shredded from the back by the bike driving over him. The biker screams in horror, blood dripping down, AGAIN. You couldn't look anymore. You closed your eyes and prayed that this was over soon.
Ozzie was, YET AGAIN, sitting this time right beside you, covering your ears. You were kinda greatful, if his hands didn't smell like blood but you couldn't complain because you just wanted to get this done.
art by my classmate. he's such a diva.
