Chapter 1: The Freak Show.

"Oh Eva, you must go!" pleaded my room mate and co worker Jessica. "I don't go to or like anything that's named "The Magnificent Freak Show!" Okay? It's just…disturbing." I sighed as I cleared off my table, back in Texas…you'd get an old fashioned beating for bringing such a show around. See, Jessica's idea was that my stay in New York City wouldn't be official without visiting this place.

I highly disagreed. "EVANGELINEA PLEEEEAAASSEEE!" She begged, hold her hands together. I mumbled as I stuck my tip –if a dollar could be considered such- in my pocket.

I looked up at Jessica, her dark brown eyes in full pout mode, and groaned in defeat. Jessica, who had been my friend since forever, knew I had given in. "Yay! Eva, I promise you'll have so much fun! This is going to change your life forever!" She giggled as she hugged me.

Jessica would never understand just how right she was and just how much this visit honestly would change my life.

For the next few days, Jessica spoke of nothing but the show, insuring me that the visit would be well worth it. She'd told me of the most popular attraction, one that scared me to the core. She told me I was over reacting, though she'd honestly told me she'd never seen it.

I was about to strangle her if she spoke about it again till, thankfully, the day of our planned visit came. "EVANGELINA MARIE ROSA! " Jess shrieked as I hunted down my messenger bag purse. I peeked up at her from over my bed "Yes ma'am?" I asked, slightly startled by her scream. "What are you wearing?" She asked, a bit overly dramatic.

I looked my best friend over for a second. She was wearing her black skinny jeans, a sparkly tank top and black pumps. Her silver hoop earrings and bracelets finished the look off just right. Her black hair was pulled back into a stylish pony tail.

I sighed a little, looking at my ratty old blue jeans, stained from years of works on my uncle's farm, the simple white tank top and worn out converse that I had chosen. My long strawberry blonde hair barely brushed though. "Jessica, I refuse to dress up like a Barbie doll just to go to a carnival that I don't even want to see!" I stated, not bothering to hear her argument. She pouted but never protested, seeing I was more than serious.

A few minutes later, we were standing in front of the big black tent that held the carnival. I sighed, taking a deep breathe. I stared at the tent; an eerie feeling was in the air. Oddly enough, something was drawing me in, almost like a magnet. My heart pounded a mile a second as we walked in, fingers crossed and prayers under our breathe.

A/N:Hi! :) So, thanks for taking the time to read my phanfic. I'll be updating asap, but you know what motivates updates? REVIEWS! Tell me how I'm doing, please? Tell me if you like it or not! :) Gracias! *fades away into the darkness*