A little 4 year old boy walks through the empty fair grounds on that dark night, still searching for his mother. Then, led by the light coming from a nearby tent, his feet moved by themselves up to the steps into the tent. “Circus Fun” it said, “For all ages” it said. How could it be bad to walk into this one? The boy stared into the empty doorway that led inside. He turned his back, having second thoughts about entering, when suddenly; a tall figure that seemed to be wearing a long robe appeared in front of him. His hand reached out to take the little boy’s hand. The boy grasped it willingly, hoping that the figure would lead him to his mother, but not knowing what would happen.

They walked down the corridor leading to the center of the tent and when they got to the open part of the circus, the figure pushed the boy behind him. The boy squirmed around; wanting to see what was on the other side of the figure’s body, but he couldn’t.

The boy sat down, pouting, and began playing with the small pebbles on the rocky ground. After what seemed like an eternity, the figure turned around and bent down, grabbed the boy and shoved him forward. Finally, the boy could see what was in front of the figure. More hooded figures, and…three floating, glowing, beautiful beings. With wings. The boy felt compelled to walk toward the three beings and reach out and touch them.

Then they started speaking, no, more like chanting. Fear struck the boy’s heart and his little heart began racing. Sweat poured down his face and into his eyes, stinging them. Then he heard a girl’s voice, giggling and singing and he then saw her. A pretty figure with long hair and her back turned towards him. She seemed to be touching the air and singing creepily, with a music box playing beside her.

The boy walked up to her and touched her shoulder. She turned around and the boy’s heart stopped for one second. Her eye sockets had nothing in them, and her cheeks were caved in and her lips were cracked and bleeding. She smiled and the boy snapped back to reality.

In front of him, was another boy, with no eye sockets and an open throat. Nothing was in that throat, just blackness. Then, that boy opened his mouth and revealed hundreds of needle sharp, gleaming white teeth. The boy’s heart shut down for a moment because of the fear that it struck in his heart. Then, the monster advanced. To the boy’s eyes, the monster opened his mouth and hissed and brought down it’s head on to the boy’s neck. Then everything exploded in pain.

“It is done. “ A hooded figure muttered to no one in particular. The blood spilled by the child spread everywhere. The glowing being looked at the blood and lifted it’s hands. And then came dawn. Everything faded into the dust and no one and nothing was left of that tent and it’s figures.