A/N: Hi! So this will be similar to my Drabbles & Rambles story but will only include dark & spooky stories. They will all be short stories and scenes, and each chapter will be on its own and not related to other chapters unless stated otherwise. The title of this compilation is based on one of my favourite TV shows as a kid and what started my love for scary stuff!

I'll put the warning now for all future chapters. All stories will be dark, twisted, graphic or scary in some form and Rated M. It's my favourite thing to write. Many will include smut as well cause I like things dirty. If that's not your thing, that's cool, just peace out respectfully :)

This was my entry for A picture is worth a thousand words contest and won two awards! I've always loved carnivals and circuses, and this is probably one of my favourite things I've written. Thanks to my dark soul sister DawnBreaker8 for pre-reading this for me. I may continue this one day with her, so let me know if you'd like to see more :) Please review!

FREAKSHOW

Prompt- Evil Circus/Carnival. E/B.

I was new to the small town of Forks. I moved here shortly after the only family I had—my dad, Charlie died. As much as it hurt when he passed away, I looked at it as a fresh start. Maybe I could get out of my shell, meet people, and not be so alone.

It was Halloween—my favorite holiday—and there was a traveling, haunted circus that made a stop in town this weekend. For the first time in a while, I was excited and had a good time. I've always been fascinated by strange things.

Children ran around dressed up in their little costumes, squealing in fear. Creepy, macabre carnival music played in the background as carnies and actors dressed up as clowns and other disfigured creatures hid in the shadows, scaring guests. For a family-ran traveling circus, the special effects and make-up were top-notch and very realistic.

I watched some fascinating performances—trapeze acts, death-defying stunts, ventriloquists, magic shows, lion taming—to name a few. It was impressive and entertaining. Once I'd reached the end of the carnival, I bought a candy apple, but right before I left, something hidden at the end of the park caught my attention.

It was like there was a force that controlled my body and mind, tempting and calling me. My feet started moving before I could listen to the warning signs.

It was a classic circus-themed, red striped tent that was draped with black, velvet curtains. It was surrounded by fog, looked abandoned, and it seemed as if everyone had vanished. I should have turned around from the grim apprehension I felt, but there was also an unearthly pull that drew me towards it, intrigue building inside of me.

Once I reached the tent, I hesitantly pulled the heavy curtains back and saw a tall, ominous man hidden in the shadows. The light surrounding him were the flames engulfing the sword placed in front of his face—it embraced him in a devilish glow. I gasped in shock when he slid the sword down his throat before pulling it out in one swift stroke and exhaling the wild orange flames.

How was that even humanly possible? He resembled the Devil at that moment. It felt as if we were in another world.

He looked familiar—he was the trapeze artist I saw at one of the shows earlier. He captured my attention even back then; the way his athletic, powerful body contorted and stretched so high above, balancing all his weight on that bar, risking danger, put such naughty images in my head. I wondered what a man with that stamina would be able to do in bed—a man with many talents.

As the mesmerizing man stepped out of the looming shadows, I could make out more of his striking features. He was the most terrifyingly exquisite thing I had ever seen. He seemed like a demon summoned from hell, but one made to seduce you with his alluring looks. The Devil was disguised by a beguiling body and face.

He had black, cropped hair that was messy and looked like he'd been fucking for hours. He was shirtless, exposing every inch of his toned chest, arms, and pale skin covered in colorful ink that fit well with the colors and themes of the circus. Black barbells pierced through both of his nipples, and he had a hoop through his nose and the side of his bottom lip. The only thing he wore were tight leather pants riding so low; you could see the defined V of his hips and a large bulge beneath the material.

But it was his eyes that bewitched me with the red glow staring at me with scorching lust and intensity—the contacts he wore were very realistic and creepy. His eyes were rimmed with heavy black, making his crimson eyes even more haunting and enchanting—luring and seducing me. I never thought a man with make-up could look so sexy.

He snapped me out of my lust-filled daze. "Don't you look sinful... Lost, little one?" His voice was deep, low, and raspy—deliciously sinful.

"Uhm… I-I don't think so. Isn't this part of the circus?"

He was so weird and otherworldly; I guess it's part of his act, with the hot and creepy factor. He stroked the stubble on his chin. "Hmm, yes. I guess you're right, but let's say this is more of a forbidden area that not many guests can find—only special ones."

I finally took in my surroundings, out of the trance I was in. The room was surrounded by freaky objects that gave me chills and a bad feeling—taxidermied animals, things that looked like organs in jars, scary looking dolls—but they didn't look like props; it all seemed too real. I needed to get out of there. "Maybe I am lost. Sorry, I should get going. Someone is waiting for me." I turned my back to him to leave.

"Don't lie to me, Bella. No one's waiting for you. This is your home now." His voice took on a darker, menacing tone.

I froze, and shivers ran down my spine in panic. "How do you know my name, and what are you talking about?" I smelled his consuming spicy scent and felt his body heat behind me. His hand trailed along my arm, burning into my flesh.

"All you need to know, little pet, is that you're stuck with me now. You need to pay for your sins," he teased cruelly with a devilish grin.

The floor beneath me opened as my breath left my body, and I fell deep into a hole. Is this what Alice felt like, falling down the rabbit hole? Although I felt like this was a more twisted version—I'm pretty sure I just descended into hell.

I prayed to God, and as if my thoughts were heard, I could only hear a haunting voice. "God isn't down here, babygirl. Only the Devil and his name is Edward. Are you ready to play?"