Introduction
Angela made her way around the ruins of the deserted carnival. Broken rides hung limp and ripped up tents blew gently in the breeze. Dark clouds hung overhead and a few crows were perched on the tops of the ruined tents. Distant thunder rolled in the air, and it started to drizzle a little bit. Angela could hear faint whispering; she raised her gun. She saw a broken mannequin, still speaking these ghostly words in broken tones
"Welcome…"
"Come to…"
"Carnival of…"
"Doctor…"
"We have…"
Angela shuddered and shot it until the voice stopped. She continued on, her breath moving faster. Her gun shook as she crept through the abandoned tents and stands, to find a girl, head down with her raven black hair over her eyes. Her skin was an eerie white and she wore a ripped, bloody and dirt covered white nightdress.
"Um, excuse me," she stammered, coming close to her. "What happened to-"
The girl looked up, and Angela screamed. The girl's face was rotted, and she could see the skull, stained red with flesh clinging on it, glow through the greenish gray skin. A maggot crawled through her nose. A crow landed on her shoulder and started to rip a piece of flesh from her neck.
"Uggghhh god!" Angela shrieked and bolted, as creatures and monsters that looked like mutated humans came out of the ruined tents, snarling and speaking in demonic languages in dark satanic voices. She shot at one and it let out a shriek like a banshee. The other monsters looked at her hungrily, drooling a dark liquid that looked like blood, their mangled faces contorted in wicked grins.
She looked back and saw the girl, standing up slowly, raising her hand, pointing to Angela. The girl cocked her head and put on a horrid grin. "There…" she groaned, smirking. "Food."
As if all on cue, the monsters let out a triumphant roar and lunged at Angela, burying her under a pile of wretches, their victim screaming in agony as their bloody claws tore at her flesh, exposing her vital organs. They tore through them too, blood splattering them all. She watched them dig their faces into her abdomen and pull out her intestines, rip them apart and chew them. One took its two claws and jammed them into her eye sockets, her scream being cut off as her brain was ripped apart by the claws that rendered her sightless. Her hearing failed and she died, slowly and painfully as the monsters tore her flesh off her bones.
The police later found her, but only a bloody skeleton with some flesh still hanging onto her splintered and mangled carcass, her clothing in tatters, but still on the body. They did not disturb her face though, other than the missing eyes, the lids now sewn shut messily. Her mouth was open in a scream and her face was contorted in agony. One police officer turned her head and a shower of blood and maggots came out, burying his hand.
"Jesus!" He groaned, retracting his hand as if he was burned. Blood, blackish in color because of its quantity covered his hand. He moaned.
"Johnny, if you need to, do it behind the tents." The chief said, sternly. Johnny ran to the nearest tent, and all the police heard a choke and a splatter. Abram shook his head.
"Marsh… what could have done this…" He asked the chief. Marsh examined the wounds.
"If I didn't suspect something bigger, I would say men." He said under his breath. Abram closed his mouth.
"Men?" Marsh shrugged.
"Wait till the Forensics arrive, then we'll know."
"Bigger… you mean…" Abram looked at the mangled corpse, or what was left of it. "What could do this other than a monster?"
"I don't know…" Marsh looked up at the sky, which was billowing with gray clouds. He heard faint whispering upon the air. He sighed. "I just don't know."
