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Freddie's POV
We all stood at the front of the carnival. The scratchy wooden fence was faded and probably used to be white. Sam took a brave step forward and sprinted towards the dangerous looking fence. Seriously, you could get a major splinter on that thing. Sam ran a few steps straight up the wall. She leaped up and grabbed the top. Swinging her arms, she hoisted herself over the fence. She smirked down at me.
"Try that Fredward." She said. I heard her hit the ground on the other side with an "Ompf!" I grumbled and ran at the wall. I did the vertical run up the wall and grabbed the top. I swung myself over the wall without any effort landing next to a very surprised Sam. We unlocked the gate for Carly and Griffin. Carly had a steel grip on Griffin's arm her face way very white.
"Like I said Carly, you don't have to stay." I said. She shook her head and smiled weakly. Griffin squeezed her arm reassuringly as they walked through the gates. The place was downright creepy. The canvas tents were torn, there was trash everywhere, and there were creepy clown statues. But the statues didn't look like happy clowns; they looked almost angry and vicious. I glanced over at Sam because I knew she had a phobia of clowns. She kept her eyes on the ground and away from the statues.
"Okay," I said, tapping my foot, "Now what?" Sam spun me around and opened my backpack. She pulled out mini camcorder and flipped open the side.
"I'm going exploring." She smirked. We all objected at once.
"WHAT!" Carly spluttered.
"You can't go by yourself!" I yelled. Sam scoffed and started to walk away.
"Freddie go with her." Carly hissed.
"Are you crazy!" I whispered harshly so Sam wouldn't hear. Carly pushed me so I followed Sam, muttering under my breath.
"What do you want nub?" she said while messing with the camcorder. She was trying to figure out how to record something. I grabbed it from her and pushed the green button on the side.
"You press the green button to record and the red button to stop." I explained. I tossed the camera back to her. She caught it and messed around with it more. The eerie silence was really getting on my nerves and creeping me out.
"Freddie?" said asked timidly, "Do you hear any bugs chirping or anything?" I stopped and strained my ears. Nothing.
"I don't hear anything." I said. I shivered and goosed bumps rose up on my skin.
"I have this weird feeling that we're… being watched." Sam said, glancing around nervously. We walked in silence. It was the kind of silence that pounds in your eardrums and makes you just want to hear SOME kind of noise. A twig snapped behind us. I whirled around. Nothing. Just a stupid clown statue.
"Hey look at this!" Sam said excitedly. She ran over to one of the worn out tents. "Whoa, a freak show! Why aren't you in there Fredwad?" I rolled my eyes and kept walking.
"C'mon Sam, let's go."
"Wait, I wanna go in!" she whined. I turned around and looked at her. She stuck out her bottom lip a little and pleaded. I literally couldn't resist.
"Okay okay, but only for a few minutes." I said, giving in to her puppy dog face.
"YAY!" she ripped open the tent door and walked in. It was disgusting. It wasn't real people, just wax figures. They still looked pretty real. I walked up the first exhibit.
The Zombie Man.
I looked up at the wax figure and flinched. It was a figure of a man with sickly green skin and scraggly gray hair. He face was angry and tired looking.
"Fredbag, look at this one!" Sam called.
The Siamese Twins
It was a figure of a little girl, but there was something on her head. I leaned in closer. It was a shriveled up baby looking thing. Their heads were joined at the temple. The little girl's face was twisted in pain as the little parasite sucked the life out of her. The parasite was shrunken and veiny. It's skin was purple and pasty.
"Why didn't they help her?" Sam whispered in disgust, "Why didn't someone stand up and take that girl to the hospital or something! Couldn't they see she was in pain! No, they locked her in a cage and called her a freak!" Sam was shaking with rage and tears were rolling down her cheeks. I looked at the figure again. A wave of sadness rolled over me as the little girl squeezed her eyes shut in pain. Sam was absolutely right. I put my arm around her in comfort and sighed.
'C'mon Sam," I said, "Let's get out of here." We walked out of the Freak Show tent and back into the night. A chilly breeze blew and a bloodcurdling scream pierced the air. Carly's scream.