"Legend says there's a famous circus tent that travels across the world searching for humans to fall into its trap. It states all ages enter the Big Top one at a time like they're in a trance with no escape and the smirk of the ringmaster is the only visible feature in the centre of the tent. His powerful eyes hidden by his luscious green hair. There is something in the tent that means no one can resist the temptation of entering."
Within an ancient pub, giddy children look up to the old woman sprouting the tale with anticipation. Their little faces managing to hold their wide, wondrous eyes. Many people in the pub laughed at the scene in front of them, too focused on what the children where imaging, then wanting to stop the woman telling them tales. However, while the female was narrating to the children about the legend, a mysterious man with red hair walked in. He got a drink and listened, laughing at the tale more than the children.
"You can't actually believe that's true," he blurted out in a strong American accent before the woman could carry on. She slowly looked up at the man and gave him a curious look, smirking as if she knew him.
"Well my dear, whats to say it not." The kids looked over to where the man was sitting, pouting because he had disrupted their story. With nothing to respond back to the obviously insane female, he held his hands up in surrender, to which the woman gently smiled and whispered to the children.
"The legend says those who do not believe are likely to be their next victim" They gasped in fear and again turned to the red-haired man at the bar, this time holding a sympathetic look. The woman carried on, "It says that when enough humans enter the tent, the show will begin. The arena will go dark, and a single spotlight is cast upon the ringmaster as he bursts into a fit of laughter.
Then an Irish voice will cry out 'Ladies and Gentleman, Boys and Girls.'
To which a response as if by magic 'GATHER 'ROUND! GATHER 'ROUND!' will echo in a hypnotic voice while one of its eyes glow green in the darkness outside the spotlight.
'Sit back, relax, and please stay in your seats.' The original voice said like the echo hadn't happened.
'KICK YOUR FEET UP AND GRAB SOME POPCORN!'
'Oh, and of course,'
'HAHAHAHAHA, LAST WE NOT FORGET,' the ghost object continues.
'EnJoY tHe ShOw!' they would cry in union while the man looks up, both his eyes glow green as the ghost emerges with him." The old woman smiled once she had finished, smiling as if the legend was a memory, looking down the kids were still in awe.
There was a sudden bang from the bar, looking over it turns out the red-haired American had smashed his glass down and was walking out of the pub...