It was so, so dark. The carnival hadn't even started.
She knew it would.
She could hear the music.
As she looked around the grey monotone forest she knew she was free to roam, but not to leave- only to linger.
In the corner of her vision she could see bright orange pumpkins, the only color in this world, but when she looked they became faded, moving shadows, trying to creep and claw across the grounds of the disturbing circus
And yet, the music got louder.
Everything was muffled and at once, the edges of her little world became dried up. The crowd surrounding her faded into dried skin and bones, like everything else.
The smoke shivered through the empty spaces and obscured her view of everything.
Except the colorful tent in the middle.
The corpses were laughing.
And suddenly, everything was colorful and bright and loud. The once muffled music was now clear and rang in her ears.
Nonexistent people kept grabbing, and pushing, and pulling her towards the source of the music.
A grey ten, the one that was formerly colorful, stood out and she knew with a certain dread it was where she was being lead to.
There was no logic; no way to get out of this, her fate was the dreaded doom you feel in nightmares, not the common fear of death. It was oh so worse.
The pumpkins in the corners of her eyes wore mean faces and rocked back and forth.
And then she arrived, shivering and twitching, with a laugh bubbling at her throat, to the main entrance of the tent.
She could feel him behind her, she almost stepped through.
"Bef=ore w^^we ,,enter, may I ha…ve a name/na]me/name?"
She could feel the words glitching and flickering as they jumbled out of her mouth.
Nothing was right in this place. She looked at the numbers on the tent; they were slowly counting down the seconds until the show began.
"Only if you can tell me how long until I start the show."
She started laughing and the man joined her.
"Opps! You took too long!"
The man behind her(if he could even be called that), drapes his long arms around her, "eat this, it will make things better." He says offering the girl candy.
"O/oF =COurSe,," she giggles, eating it.
She know she's doing the wrong thing, but nothing makes sense here.
Then she can't see,
"Delicious…like candy…" the man whispers in her ear.
And then she feels his dagger like claws running downs her face, and her arms, and her stomach.
She can feel her soft and squishy insides gently being pulled out, and suddenly, nothing exists.
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP.
Olive jolts out of bed with an unsettling feeling. She glances around the room but nothing is amiss.
She shakes her head to get the fluff out and tries to remember what she was dreaming about, but can't.
'Maybe that's for the better."
On her way out the door she sees the bowl of candy she keeps on the small table by the coat rack. Usually she would have a piece on her way out the door, but for some reason, she just can't bring herself to have any.
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This is not the end of the story! Follow because I have more planned! Please review your thoughts on where you think this will go, hint: Laughing Jack is not the only character she will be interacting with. I'm a big fan of creepy pasta and there are not many good OC stories out there, I'm hoping to provide one, so your wishes will influence the story little
Thanks for Reading,
Kid Jellyfish.