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WHEN THE CIRCUS CAME TO TOWN:
Tony lay on his back and stared at the ceiling. He breathed hard through his nose. Okay, I’ve got to get to sleep. Relax! Scenes like a video of the circus replayed through his mind making sleep almost an impossibility. Plus this darn wind.
What was that? He was sure he’d heard a noise which sounded a lot like a thump. Definitely not the wind! It was a very small noise, but chilled him nonetheless.
He looked towards his window lit by the moonlight. He saw a tree’s branches in the distance blowing crazily back and forth.
Suddenly, his eyes froze at the corner of the window sill. What was that? Movement…a hand? A small hand? Scratching at his window!
Tony couldn’t scream…he could only watch and wonder in frozen horror if he was indeed fully awake. Five stubby fingers were scraping on the glass pane, creating a sound he’d never forget.Trying to get in!
Oh no! Now he could see the dark top of a head…the eyes! The huge, frightful, staring, black-ringed clown eyes!
“AHHHHH!” Tony screamed loud and long as he shot up in bed, staring right into the garishly painted face of a doll man!
Within seconds it seemed, his parents came flying into the room, flipping on the light. “What is it? What is it?” his mother asked breathlessly, checking him over thoroughly for any signs of trouble. His dad stood in the doorway with his black hair in disarray, slowly rubbing his eyes. “What’s wrong, son?”
“I saw something…thought I saw something…I know I saw something−” he rambled, gulping hard, feeling like a tiny baby once again.
“You were dreaming, honey,” his mother cooed, smoothing his hair back repeatedly with her firm hand. His father peeked out the window into the backyard.
“I don’t see anything, son.” He turned giving Tony a lop-sided grin. “No ghosts in the closet,” he chuckled at his little stab at humour.
“But, I thought I saw something…a face!” He looked up at his mom with a heartfelt look, trying to make her believe him. “I wasn’t dreaming.…”
“Well, let’s get back down under the covers and try to go to sleep. You’ve just had too much circus today, that’s all! Probably ate a lot of junk, too.” She kissed his forehead, smoothing back his hair one more time for good measure.
Tony shivered uncontrollably as he continued to glance at the empty window. Something had been there. He knew it! He closed his eyes and willed good thoughts to fill his mind.
“I’m okay Mom. But can you stay until I fall asleep?” He wanted to believe his mother, that he was only having a bad dream.
“Yes, of course I will,” she turned to her husband, “Honey I’ll be there shortly. Why don’t you go on back to bed.” His dad nodded in agreement and bid Tony good night, and staggered a little sleepily as he went back down the hall to their bedroom.
Tony stared at his mother wanting to believe she was right. His peepers didn’t want to close. As she sat there by his side and sang a little lullaby from when he was a baby, he soon fell asleep.
Waldo Cornpepper had slid all the way down the trellis when the kid let out the ear-splitting scream. He’d landed unceremoniously on his wooden rear end with quite a hard jolt. However, he had seen what he wanted to see; and felt the hunger churning.
This kid would belong to him soon enough and would make his wretched life a little easier. At least for a while. His joints would once again move like a well-oiled machine; with Tony’s vibrancy flowing through him.
The kid’s scared pale face was burned into Waldo’s mind forever. Only a matter of time when I meet up with that one, he reflected with delight.
AUNT TILDA:
The dogs around town began to bark as they sensed the presence of fearful phantoms roaming their streets. Whenever a witch spotted a noisy dog, it was immediately silenced by a spell aimed directly at it.
The blue bolts of lightning shot from the witch’s fingertips knocked the animals right off their feet only to fall into a deep slumber.
People who were dreaming in their beds began to have troubling nightmares. Twisting and turning in their sheets, they dreamt of horrors not to be believed. Babies awoke screaming in their cribs at unknown terrors.
Little children, afraid of the bogeyman, now saw him emerging from their closets with out-stretched clawed hands and bared fangs dripping poison! Oh, it was a frightful night of dreams for humans. Old Mrs. Crankout woke just in time to see a horrible grinning face floating at her second-story bedroom window. She let out a shriek and passed right out.
Next door, Wynona and Billy Boatwright, young newlyweds, were awakened by a tall hulk of a man standing silently with a gaping grin in their bedroom. Wynona screamed loud and long as her husband of five weeks, leaped out of bed to defend her; his arms swinging wildly, connecting with nothing but air as the translucent figure stood there laughing insanely. The phantom’s face began to change shape and in moments, his head became a dead-white skull with glowing red eyes and a grinning, yawning jaw, which hung open to reveal a jumbled mass of swirling white, fat worms. Wynona and Billy scrambled for their lives from their bedroom, shrieking madly out into the night.
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EVIL IN DISGUISE:
Mrs. Waters came flying home in a panic. She couldn’t get Tania on the phone from work and just knew something bad had happened to her daughter. As she ran in through the front door, she could see Tania through the glass panes in the dining room door out in the backyard squatting in the grass.
“Tania!” The overweight woman screamed at her daughter. “Get your butt back in here!”
“Mo-om, I’m playing with a turtle I found. Don’t let Spanky out!” she hollered back at her mom. Oops…too late! Their pet poodle scooted out the door and headed right for the turtle, his nose snuffling like crazy.
“You get in here young lady! I came all the way home because I couldn’t get you on the phone.” Mrs. Waters was so ticked off she was shaking. God, she assumed she was going to come home to a dead body! “You leave that nasty reptile where you found it,” she added. “I won’t have that slimy thing in this house.”
Tania already tuned her out. Mom is always so dang mean to me, she thought angrily. This was supposed to be a nice quiet day.
“You get away from him Spanky,” Tania scolded the little white poodle that wanted a taste of this odd thing trespassing in his backyard. “Go away!”
Tiki felt threatened. What was this fluffy white beast with sharp little teeth and wet nose trying to pry him out of his shell? Tiki slid his head out and opened his mouth with a deep-throated hiss and exposed sharp rows of teeth.
A green mist began to rise about his shell. Tania fell back on her rear end in the damp grass. Her pajama bottoms were soaked and she scrambled backwards like a crab in haste…with a scream building in her throat. “Mammaaa!”
“Tania! Get away from that thing!” Mrs. Waters screeched from the porch. She could only stand in frozen disbelief while watching her daughter and dog become engulfed in a hazy green mist.
In a moment though, Tania came shooting out of the mist and headed for the back door like her pants were on fire. Spanky…not so lucky.
GHOST IN THE KITCHEN:
Suddenly, Brandon felt an arctic chill. It was coming from the kitchen. He got up, and even though he did not want to, he walked straight into the kitchen, as if a powerful magnet drew him.
He wanted to call out for his mother, but again his voice would not work. It was as though something had put a spell over his family and calling him…drawing him into the kitchen.
Once he was there, he saw the light in the corner. There she was! The young, pretty woman; floating a few feet above the floor. She was smiling and beckoning him with her forefinger to come closer.
Brandon walked forward, his heart in his throat. The ghost’s mouth was working, but he heard no sound. A gigantic grin stretched out across her face. She did not appear to be so pretty anymore, as if she was morphing into another being.
Brandon tried to backtrack, but his feet would not let him…he was drawn forward to the wavering bright figure.
“So you’re looking for your little friend, are you?” she said. Her voice had a deep gravelly sound. Not like before. “Well, he’s here…he’s in this house with me. He’s part of this house like me…not exactly in the house, but you’ll see. Do you want to join ussssssssss?” The last word came out like a hiss, and a long pointy tongue snaked out of her mouth; darting swiftly about as if tasting the air.
Brandon wanted to scream with every fiber of his body, but he could not!
In a sudden brief flash of light, the ghost disappeared and he found his mother standing in the doorway of the kitchen having flipped the overhead light on. “Brandon? Honey? What are you doing?” she asked staring at him with concern written all over her face.
“I, uh…I don’t know….” he answered, which was the truth.
“Well, we wondered where you went. We’ve been calling for you for at least five minutes. The show’s almost over.” She turned and went back into the living room. Brandon swiftly followed, his heart trip-hammering.
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