I
The hideously terrifying clown stared down upon the lifeless body, smiling at its many deformities. His smile stretched across his face from one ear to the other, dripping with blood. His red and purple jumpsuit, torn and frayed at the edges, was emblazoned with a badge bearing the name Morty the Clown. By his foot was the head of the 19 year old girl; eyes wide, mouth open and a large gash across her throat. The blood that had flowed from the girl’s neck had long since pooled around her and seeped through the cracks in the grainy wooden floor of the fun house. Morison’s Carnival of Horrors wasn’t known for its excellent care of its facilities. Neither was it for its care-takers; the Morison’s Carnival police, all three of them, stood in a small semi-circle around the body twiddling their thumbs. They were close enough to see the girl and observe her injuries, though the light was dim, but they still remained behind the yellow caution tape that encased the area around her. Their brown uniforms, pants and a long sleeve button down, were made of a cheap stiff material that was meant to look official and expensive, but simply extenuated the fact that they were carnival workers. Finally one of the men, an extremely tall one, took a deep breath, wrinkling his nose at the stench hanging thick in the air, and daringly spoke the first words in a while:
“Well it seems we have a bit of a situation, boys.”
He clapped his hand together as he said this, and then looked around for a response. No one responded. He continued tentatively, “Do any of you know of what happened down here?”
Finally, one of the other two men spoke up. The man was a nicely built and balding. He wasn’t quite tall but wasn’t short either. He stuck his hand in his pockets, and nervously shifted his weight from one foot to another as he spoke.
“Yeah, I do. Or at least I know someone who does. I called you guys because I was walking past the fun house just as a boy came running out, screaming at the top of his lungs. It wasn’t a playful scream; it was the type of scream that kind of sends a chill through you. Anyway, I went over the kid and realized that it was Johnny, the new boy who works here now. Turns out he’s the one who mans the fun house every night from six to nine with Annie.”
As he mentioned her name he looked down at the corpse mangled on the floor. It was Annie. He swallowed and continued.
“When he reached me he buckled over and threw up, then he looked up at me with his pale face and got out the words, ‘She’s dead,’ before fainting and falling onto the ground. I called the paramedics on stand-by and when they got there a minute later I came in here and found this. That’s when I called you guys.”
Once he finished, the third man finally said something.
“I guess we better find out what happened from that kid then.”
II
I’m still shaking pretty bad as the three officers come out to talk to me. I try taking three slow deep breaths to calm myself down some more, but it doesn’t help much. I had to be woken up from fainting by getting water splashed on my face as it was. I still can’t believe something like this happened to me. Just three hours ago I had been texting Annie like any other day. I looked at the last text she sent me, “See you at work.” It was time-stamped Fri. 13, 5:13, right before work. Wow, I didn’t even know it was Friday the 13th.
I shake my head quickly as if shaking the water from my hair. I must have done this twenty times already now, trying to recall what had happened an hour earlier. I really didn’t want to remember, and just the notion that I was going to have to recall the events that had preceded Annie’s death made me want to heave again. I knew though as the officers approached that I had no choice.
“Hey Johnny,” said the balding one, “How are you feeling?”
It was the man who had seen me run out of the fun house screaming right before I fainted.
“I’m feeling a little better I guess.”
“Good. Well we’re going to need you to tell us exactly what happened in there.”
I shifted uneasily as I heard these words. Maybe it could have been because the back of the ambulance I have been sitting in for nearly an hour was digging into the back of my legs, but I knew that wasn’t the case. It was because I knew I was going to have to tell my story to the officers and I did not want to.
“I know,” I replied, “But… you have to listen to the whole thing and know I’m not making anything up, okay?”
The three men nodded their heads in agreement and shuffled around me to hear what I had to say. They were all looking at me with eyebrows raised, and one of them had his arms crossed.
Pausing, I took a deep breath, and began my story.
* * *
Annie and I are working our normal shift from six to nine in the fun house tonight. It’s long and boring work and we just stand around for the majority of it. Every once in a while we make our normal rounds, checking the rooms for delinquents, and making sure people were moving along. Tonight things are exceptionally slow. After what seemed like forever, it was finally nearing nine o’clock and me and Annie began to shuffle the few people in the fun house out. After roping off the waiting line, we made our way back the center room to turn off the lights.
I reached for my flashlight from my pocket, and switched it on, standard routine. Annie did the same. Then, Annie walked over and looked at the clown as she reached past it to the wall for the light switch. “I don’t see why people would want to come and see that thing, it’s so scary.”
She flicked the light-switch off and the lights went out. Then suddenly a shrill, agonizing scream erupted from Annie. Her flashlight was aimed at the ceiling and then began flashing around to every corner of the room.
Her screams continued as I yelled, “What’s wrong?! What happened?!” but I got no response. The sounds pierced the darkness and made it seem as if she was in the most extreme agony. My hands shook as I fumbled clumsily with my flashlight to see what was going on. The beam from my light shook unsteadily on the area where Annie had been standing when she turned off the lights but there was no one there. I didn’t understand, she wasn’t here, yet the cries persisted. I frantically searched the room, and to my horror found Annie on the ceiling, held by some invisible force, her limbs twisted in the most gruesome angles. I froze with no idea what to do.
Before I could think of something, my eyes widened with horror. I looked at Annie’s neck as it slowly began to open as if someone was slicing it from left to right. Blood poured from the opening, splattering onto the floor below, inches from my feet, and Annie’s screams turned into gurgles. I feel queasy. I think I might pass out. My head was spinning and I barely made it out of the way as Annie’s body came crashing down from the ceiling. It landed with a thump on the floor, and I looked at it. Then I ran.
III
Johnny took a deep breath as he finished his witness account and slowly looked up at the three officers. “That’s when I ran out and you found me. Then I fainted,” he said.
The three officers looked at each other. One of them uncrossed his arms as another put his hand in his pockets and shrugged his shoulders. All three of them exchanged weary looks.
Then the extra tall one reached over and put his hand on Johnny’s shoulder and said, “Listen kid, let’s call your mom now to come pick you up and you can go home and get a good night’s sleep. We’ll have you come in tomorrow afternoon for some questions to see if we can get a better understanding of what happened.”
Johnny’s face showed disappointment, but he just nodded his head and reached for his phone to call his mom. As he did this, the three officers turned around and walked to the front of the ambulance where they stood in a circle. One of them leaned on the side hood of the vehicle. He rubbed his chin with the arm he was resting on and sighed.
“That kid is in a serious state of shock right now. I honestly don’t know what to believe about this whole situation.”
He looked up at the others expectantly. The balding one replied, “We will definitely need to question him again tomorrow and record his answers and his story. I just don’t understand, Johnny’s a good kid… But if there really weren’t any other people in there like he said…”
“I guess we’ll just figure it out,” said the extra tall one.
Just then, Johnny speaks up. The three heads whip over to where he’s standing with startled expressions. Despite the looks on their faces, Johnny doesn’t miss a beat as he stretches out his hand with his phone and says, “I think you should take a look at these.”
“What are you talking about?” says the officer leaning on the car.
“The text messages. They’re from Annie the past week.”
IV
From: Annie Morton
Did you hear that sound in the fun house tonight? It was like a howling or… a whining or something. It sounded like it was coming from the walls…
MON. AUG. 9 10:06
From: Annie Morton
I dunno, whenever I walk through that center room with the clown now it gives me the creeps. It just doesn’t feel right.
MON. AUG. 9 10:11
From: Annie Morton
I’m really starting to get sick of that place.
MON. AUG. 9 10:23
From: Annie Morton
I have to tell you something that I haven’t told anyone else.
WED. AUG. 11 9:53
From: Annie Morton
Last night I was walking past that clown in the center room and you know how I twisted my angle? …Well right before that, I felt an icy cold pressure around my ankle. It felt as though it was twisting my foot.
WED. AUG. 11 9:55
From: Annie Morton
It has something to do with that clown. Every time I’m near it now something happens to me. Tonight a rush of cold air flew past me when no one but you was in the room. No one else but you is ever in the room when things happen.
WED. AUG. 11 10:15
From: Annie Morton
I can’t stand it anymore. That place is driving me insane. I keep trying to tell myself it’s nothing, it’s nothing, but I know it has to be something!
THURS. AUG. 12 11:49
From: Annie Morton
I can’t take one more night in that place!
FRI. AUG. 13 5:26
From: Annie Morton
See you at work.
FRI. AUG. 13 5:13