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Stepping up to the next door. Kimber opend it slowly. It was nothing but a black void. Closing it she said Maybe your right.. but just incase we should probly check the doors any way. This way were not left wondering if we went the wrong way.
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Jester took one side and checked the next door. It was a wall with a hole in it, and inside the hole was a skull filled with maggots. "Ew..." Jester shut that door and checked the next one. But as soon as he opened this one, he slammed it shut again, and covered his mouth trying not to vomit at the site and smell of an corsp.
"Anything on your side?"
"Anything on your side?"
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Dale
"Look, maybe it was all just a coincidence," I said, trying to speak softly, not wanting to draw any attention to what was going on.
Suzanne could have cared less who was paying attention. She was pale, her eyes distant, tears running from thier corners, although she wasn't outright sobbing, just letting go the tears that wouldn't be held back.
"She never wrote me back, and I'd swear..."
"Look, maybe we need to go somewhere else. Matty already has a bloody nose, and if Cade doesn't ant to go, he can fend for himself..."
"It was her," she said, looking me in the eye, locking eyes and asking with them whether or not I believed her.
I nodded, unsure what I believed.
"She left the shortly after the carnival, but the last time I saw her was here, last year. No wonder she never wrote me..."
I nodded again, not breaking our gaze.
"Okay, what do you want to do?"
She just looked at me, as if the question had never occurred to her.
"You want to tell the security guards, or maybe go to the police?"
Still she stared.
"You were just handed the head of an old friend, for the purpose of throwing it through a basketball hoop. We need to tell someone."
Just then, Cade came walking up to us, his own face pale. Cade, who'd become the closest I had to the voice of reason, odd as that was, was pale as well. I was beginning to feel like the last remnant of sanity left in the entire carnival.
"Whose?" Suzanne asked.
Matthew moved quickly behind him, looking up at him, concerned but quiet still.
Cade shook his head and said, "Fuck! Fuckin' carnival. This place sucks!"
People were crowded around, but now they were taking wide berths as they passed, some parents covering their children's ears and giving us nasty looks. I ignored their looks, apparently the only one of us four who even realized we were receiving them.
"Cade?" Suzanne asked again. "Whose head?"
Cade opened his mouth to swear again, but closed it and looked around at those walking past. One of them was a man in a scarecrow costume, permanent grin on its face, which was directed toward Cade, specifically toward Cade. Somehow, it seemed to grin more.
"What?" Cade shouted. "What? You got some sort of problem straw-head?"
Cade started to walk toward the scarecrow, as the people around it, mostly kids, were led away by others, apparently expecting a confrontation.
"Cade?" I started after him.
"Whose head?" Suzanne asked, but Cade couldn't hear her.
Matty did, however.
"It was his," the boy said,softly.
I stopped, looking back at him.
"What?"
"It was his head, Dale," Matty repeated.
"Fuck this," i said, "Get ready to leave."
"What about the--"
Suzanne cut off, her eyes growing wide as she looked past me. I turned in time to see Scarecrow hit the ground and Cade step overtop of him.
I ran toward the two, hoping to catch him before he kicked the man in the suit but hoping without much purpose. Scarecrow made little noise as the foot found its place in his stomach, not once in three such kicks.
I reached him just as two security guards grabbed him by his arms. A third grabbed me as I neared, pulling my arm behind my back and reaching around my neck.
"Two of you, eh?" he asked. "C'mon, let's go."
I glanced back, seeing Matty's eyes wide and Suzanne grabbing him to keep him from following. The two vanished into a crowd before the guards could see them.
Cade was struggling with them.
"Cade," I said. "Calm down."
He struggled a moment longer, then settled, giving in.
Scarecrow stood, doing some odd little dazed dance to amuse those gathered around.
"Fuckin' bastard," Cade spat.
"That's enough, Buddy. C'mon," one of the guards said, as the three of them led us away.
"Look, maybe it was all just a coincidence," I said, trying to speak softly, not wanting to draw any attention to what was going on.
Suzanne could have cared less who was paying attention. She was pale, her eyes distant, tears running from thier corners, although she wasn't outright sobbing, just letting go the tears that wouldn't be held back.
"She never wrote me back, and I'd swear..."
"Look, maybe we need to go somewhere else. Matty already has a bloody nose, and if Cade doesn't ant to go, he can fend for himself..."
"It was her," she said, looking me in the eye, locking eyes and asking with them whether or not I believed her.
I nodded, unsure what I believed.
"She left the shortly after the carnival, but the last time I saw her was here, last year. No wonder she never wrote me..."
I nodded again, not breaking our gaze.
"Okay, what do you want to do?"
She just looked at me, as if the question had never occurred to her.
"You want to tell the security guards, or maybe go to the police?"
Still she stared.
"You were just handed the head of an old friend, for the purpose of throwing it through a basketball hoop. We need to tell someone."
Just then, Cade came walking up to us, his own face pale. Cade, who'd become the closest I had to the voice of reason, odd as that was, was pale as well. I was beginning to feel like the last remnant of sanity left in the entire carnival.
"Whose?" Suzanne asked.
Matthew moved quickly behind him, looking up at him, concerned but quiet still.
Cade shook his head and said, "Fuck! Fuckin' carnival. This place sucks!"
People were crowded around, but now they were taking wide berths as they passed, some parents covering their children's ears and giving us nasty looks. I ignored their looks, apparently the only one of us four who even realized we were receiving them.
"Cade?" Suzanne asked again. "Whose head?"
Cade opened his mouth to swear again, but closed it and looked around at those walking past. One of them was a man in a scarecrow costume, permanent grin on its face, which was directed toward Cade, specifically toward Cade. Somehow, it seemed to grin more.
"What?" Cade shouted. "What? You got some sort of problem straw-head?"
Cade started to walk toward the scarecrow, as the people around it, mostly kids, were led away by others, apparently expecting a confrontation.
"Cade?" I started after him.
"Whose head?" Suzanne asked, but Cade couldn't hear her.
Matty did, however.
"It was his," the boy said,softly.
I stopped, looking back at him.
"What?"
"It was his head, Dale," Matty repeated.
"Fuck this," i said, "Get ready to leave."
"What about the--"
Suzanne cut off, her eyes growing wide as she looked past me. I turned in time to see Scarecrow hit the ground and Cade step overtop of him.
I ran toward the two, hoping to catch him before he kicked the man in the suit but hoping without much purpose. Scarecrow made little noise as the foot found its place in his stomach, not once in three such kicks.
I reached him just as two security guards grabbed him by his arms. A third grabbed me as I neared, pulling my arm behind my back and reaching around my neck.
"Two of you, eh?" he asked. "C'mon, let's go."
I glanced back, seeing Matty's eyes wide and Suzanne grabbing him to keep him from following. The two vanished into a crowd before the guards could see them.
Cade was struggling with them.
"Cade," I said. "Calm down."
He struggled a moment longer, then settled, giving in.
Scarecrow stood, doing some odd little dazed dance to amuse those gathered around.
"Fuckin' bastard," Cade spat.
"That's enough, Buddy. C'mon," one of the guards said, as the three of them led us away.
Not much. Who ever set this place up has a reall sick mind. I just hope these things are fake, and not real body parts and such. Just two door's left ya ready? Kimber said moving down the hall to the next door.
It was bad enough that the picuters on the wall reminded her of some of the drawings she had done of her night mare's. Opening her last door Kimber stood standing there for a moment.
Unable to move until it reached for her. She quickly shut it again. She couldnt belive it. Standing there had been the little girl her old friend the one in her nightmares. Moving away she put her head between her legs amoment to catch her breath. ohhh any luck on your side??
It was bad enough that the picuters on the wall reminded her of some of the drawings she had done of her night mare's. Opening her last door Kimber stood standing there for a moment.
Unable to move until it reached for her. She quickly shut it again. She couldnt belive it. Standing there had been the little girl her old friend the one in her nightmares. Moving away she put her head between her legs amoment to catch her breath. ohhh any luck on your side??
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Jester gave Kimber a worried look. Something in that door scared her greatly. He looked at his door for a second, then opened it fearlesly. But he shut the second he saw what was inside. What was inside was at least a hundred tiny clown dolls, each holding a dagger. It brought up some seriously bad memorys that he could never shake off. He just looked at the door for a few seconds before turning. "Okay, lets try the stairs."
Yea.. lets go, Hopefuly this time we make it up them. Kimber said moving over next to him, and taking his hand as they went in serch of the other stairs.
Ummm Jester? How are we supposed to get down the stairs shook so bad i am not sure if there still standing?
Ummm Jester? How are we supposed to get down the stairs shook so bad i am not sure if there still standing?
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"Hmm... Guess we'll just fall and break our necks....?" Kimber gave Jester an frightning glare. "Heh! Relax, relax! I was just kidding!"
Jester let go of Kimber's hand as they arrived at the stairs. They wern't moving, nor were the set of stairs at the other side. "Huh... This is... Odd..." Jester stomped on the first and second step.
But...
Nothing happened. "They're safe.... Guess when Laughing Boy took a dive, every thing went back to normal. In this room at least. But just in case..." Jester sat o one of the rails and slid down. Then started walking back up. But stopped mid-way. "Yeah, you can come down. They're safe."
Jester let go of Kimber's hand as they arrived at the stairs. They wern't moving, nor were the set of stairs at the other side. "Huh... This is... Odd..." Jester stomped on the first and second step.
But...
Nothing happened. "They're safe.... Guess when Laughing Boy took a dive, every thing went back to normal. In this room at least. But just in case..." Jester sat o one of the rails and slid down. Then started walking back up. But stopped mid-way. "Yeah, you can come down. They're safe."
Seeing Jester slide down the bannester made Kimber laugh a little. At least she haddnt lost her sence of humor. She thought as she moved down the stairs to join Jester. If everything has gone back to normal, or at least to the way it was. That's fine by me as long as that clown hasnt been put back as well.
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Dale
"So what? Did he laugh at you? Is that why two teenage boys decided to beat up a guy in a Scarecrow costume in front of a bunch of little kids?"
The guard hadn't eased up for a single second, and still, I said nothing.
What could I say? Cade had just gone off and slugged the guy, then kicked him in the stomach. I couldn't help but think it should have hurt the man more than it had. Cade, who doubled as the football teams field goal kicker. He wasn't much for accuracy, but he could boot the ball the length of the field in more tries than not.
Cade shook his head, looking down at the floor. He was still cuffed, and had he stood, the three guards that still watched over us would have knocked him back again.
"Y'know, that guy has a family to feed, kids of his own most likely. A lot of those guys and girls out there do. They're feeding thier families, just like your mom and dad did when you were young."
"Geez, John," another guard said. "They get the point. They're just kids who messed up..."
"Oh yeah?" The guard, easily the oldest of the three, replied. "They'll get the point when some punk there age treats them that way. Until then, they can just listen to my old ass bitch."
"This them?" A voice asked.
I hadn't heard anyone enter, and neither had the guards, it seemed, as they started when they heard it. Odd, considering the voice came from behind us, and they were facing in the direction of its owner.
"Oh," the old guard said. "We didn't... Um, yessir, this's them."
I glanced back, saw a small man in a dark suit, skin pale, but other than that, normla looking. He stood behind us, hands clapsed behind his back.
"Any explanation?" He asked. I thought he was talking to the guards, but he looked at me instead.
"Um... I guess not. Just that the Scarecrow guy must've irritated..." I motioned toward Cade with my head, not mentioning his name. Neither of us carried I.D., so I felt there was a chance we might get out of this without repercussion afterall, thought we'd probably get kicked out of the carnival.
Time to go, anyway, I thought. We're not having fun. Not at all.
"Irritated?" He looked to Cade. "What did he do?"
The man sounded reasonable enough.
Cade looked up to him, not seeming to intend to answer at first. Then, he sighed and shook his head. "I dunno. He just... I was playing the game and..." He shook his head again. "I didn't mean to, honestly."
In the years I'd known Cade, I'd never seen such humility.
The man studied the two of us for a moment, then looked to the guards. "I think these two mean us no harm, gentlemen. I don't see why we should make a big deal out of this when it isn't necessary, do you?"
The old guard appeared as though he'd speak up, but settled himself and shook his head. "No, sir. None at all."
"How about we get these cuffs off of them, and let them go. There's a whole carnival out there to cheer things up, eh boys?"
"Thank you, Mr....." I raised my eyebrows in question as the old guard loosened my hands.
"Mister sounds good to me," he replied.
"Thank you," Cade said.
Mister nodded. "It's fine. In fact, why don't you boys accept a few free tickets to ride in the Tunnel of Love? Take your girls with you, have fun. Remember, it isn't worth our while to throw this carnival if no one has fun."
As we stood, he reached out and shook my hand. "Son, have a good time."
I thanked him again.
"Cade?" He said, offering him the same hand to shake.
Cade shook it, thanked him a second time.
"Lead these guys out and leave them at the Ferris Wheel, see if they need any help finding thier party." Mister instructed the guards.
"Yessir," the old guard said, and opened the door in front of us.
"So what? Did he laugh at you? Is that why two teenage boys decided to beat up a guy in a Scarecrow costume in front of a bunch of little kids?"
The guard hadn't eased up for a single second, and still, I said nothing.
What could I say? Cade had just gone off and slugged the guy, then kicked him in the stomach. I couldn't help but think it should have hurt the man more than it had. Cade, who doubled as the football teams field goal kicker. He wasn't much for accuracy, but he could boot the ball the length of the field in more tries than not.
Cade shook his head, looking down at the floor. He was still cuffed, and had he stood, the three guards that still watched over us would have knocked him back again.
"Y'know, that guy has a family to feed, kids of his own most likely. A lot of those guys and girls out there do. They're feeding thier families, just like your mom and dad did when you were young."
"Geez, John," another guard said. "They get the point. They're just kids who messed up..."
"Oh yeah?" The guard, easily the oldest of the three, replied. "They'll get the point when some punk there age treats them that way. Until then, they can just listen to my old ass bitch."
"This them?" A voice asked.
I hadn't heard anyone enter, and neither had the guards, it seemed, as they started when they heard it. Odd, considering the voice came from behind us, and they were facing in the direction of its owner.
"Oh," the old guard said. "We didn't... Um, yessir, this's them."
I glanced back, saw a small man in a dark suit, skin pale, but other than that, normla looking. He stood behind us, hands clapsed behind his back.
"Any explanation?" He asked. I thought he was talking to the guards, but he looked at me instead.
"Um... I guess not. Just that the Scarecrow guy must've irritated..." I motioned toward Cade with my head, not mentioning his name. Neither of us carried I.D., so I felt there was a chance we might get out of this without repercussion afterall, thought we'd probably get kicked out of the carnival.
Time to go, anyway, I thought. We're not having fun. Not at all.
"Irritated?" He looked to Cade. "What did he do?"
The man sounded reasonable enough.
Cade looked up to him, not seeming to intend to answer at first. Then, he sighed and shook his head. "I dunno. He just... I was playing the game and..." He shook his head again. "I didn't mean to, honestly."
In the years I'd known Cade, I'd never seen such humility.
The man studied the two of us for a moment, then looked to the guards. "I think these two mean us no harm, gentlemen. I don't see why we should make a big deal out of this when it isn't necessary, do you?"
The old guard appeared as though he'd speak up, but settled himself and shook his head. "No, sir. None at all."
"How about we get these cuffs off of them, and let them go. There's a whole carnival out there to cheer things up, eh boys?"
"Thank you, Mr....." I raised my eyebrows in question as the old guard loosened my hands.
"Mister sounds good to me," he replied.
"Thank you," Cade said.
Mister nodded. "It's fine. In fact, why don't you boys accept a few free tickets to ride in the Tunnel of Love? Take your girls with you, have fun. Remember, it isn't worth our while to throw this carnival if no one has fun."
As we stood, he reached out and shook my hand. "Son, have a good time."
I thanked him again.
"Cade?" He said, offering him the same hand to shake.
Cade shook it, thanked him a second time.
"Lead these guys out and leave them at the Ferris Wheel, see if they need any help finding thier party." Mister instructed the guards.
"Yessir," the old guard said, and opened the door in front of us.
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Todd and Lyle turned another corner and leaned against the wall, panting. "Damn! They may be small, but they're persistant and fast!"
"No... Kidding!" Lyle looked around the corner, then snapped back. "Here they come!"
"Then lets go!" Todd and Lyle pulled themselfs from the wall and started to run again, the dolls turned the corner and stoped. "What are they doing now?!" Todd looked back to see what the little dolls where doing, and saw that they were lifting something, something big, heavy, hollow, and had a small string at the end. "Its a cannon!"
"Oh great, what are they gonna shoot at us, buttons?!"
The dolls picked up a large plastic ball and opened it, then two or three dolls jumped in before it was closed. "They're launching themselfs?!"
"How useful is that?!" Some of the dolls handed the dolls inside knives through small openings and then shoved the ball inside the cannon. "Run! Run hard, run fast, and don't look back!!!"
"No... Kidding!" Lyle looked around the corner, then snapped back. "Here they come!"
"Then lets go!" Todd and Lyle pulled themselfs from the wall and started to run again, the dolls turned the corner and stoped. "What are they doing now?!" Todd looked back to see what the little dolls where doing, and saw that they were lifting something, something big, heavy, hollow, and had a small string at the end. "Its a cannon!"
"Oh great, what are they gonna shoot at us, buttons?!"
The dolls picked up a large plastic ball and opened it, then two or three dolls jumped in before it was closed. "They're launching themselfs?!"
"How useful is that?!" Some of the dolls handed the dolls inside knives through small openings and then shoved the ball inside the cannon. "Run! Run hard, run fast, and don't look back!!!"
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Matthew
"Where are we going?"
SHe was dragging me by the hand, moving swiftly through the crowd.
"I don't know."
She looked about to cry, and it seemed like months since we'd seen Dale and Cade. I wondered if they were coming back, or if everyone we knew had just abandoned the Carnival, never to return.
"Why are we running?" I asked, though I felt like running every bit as much as she did. I couldn't help but think we'd already passed that particular Lemonade Stand at least twice already.
"What else should we do, Matty?"
I had no answer.
"Cause we're being followed," she whispered down at me. I glanced back and saw nothing at first. Then I noticed them, two monkeys, no larger than small cats, dressed in little red hats and vests, skittering around the legs of passersby, keeping pace with us, but not seeming interested in actually getting any closer. How quickly they moved was more scary than anything else.
"What do we do?" I asked.
"I don't know," she replied. "But we kep running..."
"Where are we going?"
SHe was dragging me by the hand, moving swiftly through the crowd.
"I don't know."
She looked about to cry, and it seemed like months since we'd seen Dale and Cade. I wondered if they were coming back, or if everyone we knew had just abandoned the Carnival, never to return.
"Why are we running?" I asked, though I felt like running every bit as much as she did. I couldn't help but think we'd already passed that particular Lemonade Stand at least twice already.
"What else should we do, Matty?"
I had no answer.
"Cause we're being followed," she whispered down at me. I glanced back and saw nothing at first. Then I noticed them, two monkeys, no larger than small cats, dressed in little red hats and vests, skittering around the legs of passersby, keeping pace with us, but not seeming interested in actually getting any closer. How quickly they moved was more scary than anything else.
"What do we do?" I asked.
"I don't know," she replied. "But we kep running..."
