With falls windy days and early dark nights.

The circus blew in.

Not any circus, this is the circus of the bizarre.

The odd collection of clowns seemed to never end as they climbed out of their car.

The huge circus tent pitched, vibrant with color.

Oddities like you have never seen.

The place to surely visit if your seeking a thrill.

The very sight of the attraction gives you chills.

On one of the beat up old trailers was a sign helped wanted.

The boy lightly knocked on the door waiting for a reply.

The door creaked open and he could hardly believe his eyes.

Frightened he back away.

After several tries he found his voice" I'm looking to join the show."

The tallest clown he had ever seen stepped out with several others in tow.

She had sharp jagged teeth and four arms.

Grinning a creepy grin.

Saliva dripped profusely from her chin.

She thrust a paper at his chest, her raspy voice simply said "sign on the dotted line."

The boy not sure what he was being asked to sign, softly stuttered, "please mame, may I have some time to look it over?"

She harshly gave him a look of annoyance and shook her head.

The pudgy little clown threw back his head laughing.

He looked the boy straight in the eye and declared, "those that ask to many questions may wind up dead."

The other three shuffled closer and silently waved.

One quietly stepped forward with a look of dread, leaned in and whispered "save yourself while you still can."

Not another living soul seemed to be around.

The boy glanced about asking "where's the rest of the show?"

The clowns all shuffled forward even closer.

The tall one with four arms grabbing at the boy, her claws scraping against his skin.

She demanded, "SIGN!"

The boy started to run away calling out, "maybe next time."

The head clown ordered the other clowns "get him he's mine!"

They chased the boy into the woods near by.

The sound of his cries echoed in the night.

The circus of souls isn't there to entertain.

They roll in to kill and maim.

Lure you in with the promise of a show like no other.

If your lucky you're turned into a clown, your soul signed away to forever stay.

If your one of the unfortunate souls she see's fit to eat.

They carve you up into a fleshy treat.

Staying in each town a few day's before they pack up and move away.

On to the next place to recruit more killer clowns.

Many souls lost and never found.

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