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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Teens
- Theme: Fairy Tales & Fantasy
- Subject: Fantasy / Dreams / Wishes
- Published: 02/11/2011
Carnival of the Lost Souls
Born 1996, F, from Abbotsford, BC, CanadaMy name is...well, it's not really important. People call me ghost or phantom. I quite literally look like one. Apparently I also move like one. In any case I'm just here to tell you my dream. I know, I know...what good is a dream? Well, you'll just have to listen and find out. Now, there was once a small carnival that ran in this town. However, they cannot leave because the carousel refuses to move. It is told that a dead woman was found riding it. She was apparently murdered by a criminal. People began to get superstitious, saying the woman haunted the carousel. She was married, but no one knows to whom. Her name was 'Storm'. If you recall my last dream, 'Theatre of Illusions', you'll know all about what's going to happen. Well, you'll know where I'm about to go and what's in my hand, but you won't know what I'm about to encounter or do. So I fell asleep that night, and was standing in my labyrinth, where I had left off, in front of the pile of the 'Lord of Illusions' bones. I looked up too see a green fairy. She was a jittery creature, zooming left and right. She hid behind me and from there, she directed me through the twists and turns of the labyrinth. We came to an open space, with a small carnival in it. As I stepped onto the grounds, I heard the voices of children. I also saw two kids in medieval age clothes. One of them laughed and said “Follow me.” I ran to catch up to the child. “This way.” The other continued. I stopped at a dark blue tent, and was introduced to a box with a slot in it. The children laughed and ran into the dark. I placed four quarters into the box, and walked into the tent. Black magic books covered every square inch, and voodoo dolls rested atop every pile.
“Step closer. Allow me to introduce myself.” An old woman's voice called out. As I approached a table with tarot cards and a crystal ball, the woman told me her name was 'Madame Endora'. She had a purple head wrap on, with a matching silk dress. Large golden hoop earrings tugged at her earlobes. She continued speaking.
“Storm is losing her sanity. Hurry young one. Hurry and save her. But beware, there are those who want Storm to join them in their lunacy, and will try to stop you. Be strong.” I nodded and headed out of the tent. I continued my search for the woman and came to a stop at a building labeled 'Hall of Mirrors'. It seemed that my only choice was to navigate my way through to the other side so I could continue my search. As I stepped into the hall, sinister laughs filled every corner of my mind. Upon the surface of the mirrors were men with no faces. Men with tattered rags clinging carelessly to their backs. Some were mutated to beyond recognition. There was a hunchback, and a man whose arms looked like they were welded to his body. Another mirror had a man with a sideways head, and the next mirror a man was holding a head. Some of the mirrors were shattered, and the place was covered in dust. Despite being broken though, the shattered mirrors still showed evil images that seemed to grasp for my ankles. The most frightening thing of all though, was when I reached the final room. There was a circle of mirrors, deathly still, and eerily quiet. Then, as if called from the depths of hell, a massive shadow lurked ominously in the biggest mirror. His deep bass like bellow shook the halls, tearing more mirrors apart. When the tremor had stopped, a door creaked open. The roof of the halls groaned and started falling apart. Dashing through the battered door, I watched silently as the entire hall collapsed. As I kept walking along the path, I couldn't help but stop at a theatre.
It was an open theatre, with green curtains and small wooden chairs. Seating myself in the back isle, I watched the play before me. A woman in a tattered green dress was upon her knees. All she did was move the top part of her body from the waist up, keeping her knees planted. Even though it was only the top part, the woman made it flow like streams of water. Every time she flicked her wrist, small dolls came out from behind the drawn curtains. However, these dolls moved independently, with no stings attached, or puppet master behind them. Like an army of ants, they jumped off the stage and marched toward a giant tent in the middle of the carnival. The dolls before me were like living children. They blinked and ran, lived and breathed, and even talked. Not full sentences, not even words, but small giggles escaped their lips. Ducking under the partially raised tent flap, they ran into the tent itself. Curious, I followed them. In front of me was a stage that looked like a circular arena. No one or thing was in the stands, so I helped myself to a seat.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” a voice sounded “allow me to direct your attention to the centre stage, where you will bear witness to terrifying sights untold. Behold! The circus beyond belief! Let the act begin.” A mist collected and dispersed just as quick. There, in the middle of the stage, was a thin man with a large off-white turban matched with an off-white vest and off-white baggy pants. He held a wooden clarinet, and began to play. From beneath the ground, snakes began to rise. They wrapped themselves around the man. I could hear as his bones began to crack under the pressure. At last, a snake whose head was larger than a car arose and consumed the man whole.
The next few performances were what you would see at a normal circus, although a lot scarier. For instance, you know when people get strapped into that spinny wheel and have daggers thrown at them? In this circus, the daggers actually hit the guy strapped onto the wheel. There were others, like tightrope walkers falling off and having no net to catch them. Animals lighting on fire from the flaming hoops. Stuff like that.
For the final act, freaks were led out onto the stage. All of them lined up, and all were in chains and cages. I was also led on stage, and allowed to walk the column that the freaks had formed. One of the freaks was a human with rat like features. It gnawed on its chains and jumped on the bars. The next one was covered in lizard scales. It was bashing itself on the stone walls of its cage. Yet another was a werewolf who broke bones and clawed at anyone outside. The fourth freak covered its body with a massive pair of leathery bat wings. I saw two pointed ears stick out the top, but that was all. On and on the rows went, a human turtle, a cactus man, a body with thousands of scars and wounds destroying it, another with half a face. At the very end, there was a large, dark cage. Inside was a girl. A row of long quills protruded from her spine. More quills ran down her unusually long arms. Her neck was twisted, and her face had sockets for eyes, a slit for a mouth, holes for ears and a nose, and three horns stabbing their way out of her forehead. One of the horns was glued all the way down the top of her head, and the two side ones spiralled and came out like rams' horns. 'CHUNK!' The floor gave way beneath me, and I fell into the black.
Cold raindrops tapping my face awoke me from the dark. I stood up to see a horrific sight. A large door with two skeletons on each end and a huge knocker in its middle, was moving! It chased all the souls in the circus. I watched in despair as the two children's souls screamed bloody murder as the doors were opened. A huge, broken wooden doll hand came forth and snatched the two up, sucking them into the gate, never to return. A great many black and grey clouds rolled thunderously overhead, dumping buckets of water into the circus. Then I heard it. A melody playing very far away. It was a familiar melody, one that reminded you of the first time you tasted cotton candy. It was the carousel theme. 'Daaa dat da, daaa dat da'. Running with all the strength left in me, I headed toward the sound. I was racing with the door. Because when I reached the sound, I knew that I would find Storm. Apparently, the door also wanted her. If I reached her first, the door could not hurt us, because then it would disappear. The rule in the labyrinth of dreams is that I cannot be harmed in any way. If my imagination tries to, I have the choice of erasing it. At last, me and the door reached the old carousel. Its paint was rubbing off, and some of the horses were missing. I jumped and grabbed on. Made it! Now the door was helpless. It paused, then turned and chased other souls. Turning my attention to the carousel, I found a woman in a flowing pale green gown. Her skin was peeling off, and she was riding a glowing green horse.
“Storm?” I asked.
“Who...who are you?” She responded.
I stopped to think before saying, “You could say I'm kinda like the owner of this place. However, I just came here to tell you that staying here's not gonna do you any good.”
“The only reason I stay, is because I just don't want to abandon these poor lost souls.” She said.
“Oh. Well, in that case, you're also making them suffer by staying here. The only reason they're lost here in the first place is because all of them are attached to you. Also, I think you're husband's waiting.” I broke the news to her, fixing the blue rose into her hair.
“Wha-what?? I-I see. Very well. I shall do as you ask. But, in return, can you find my son? Take this ball. It was his favourite.” The green fairy finally came out from behind me. It curled into a ball, and stayed that way, dropping into my hand. Storms skin restored itself, and then she flew off, leaving nothing behind but the glowing green horse.
The next day, I went to the carnival. But the carousel was gone, and the people had packed up and left. I smiled and bounced the green ball down the street.
Witching hour is near,
And my tragic fate is clear.
I'll take your secret to my grave,
Forevermore I'll be your slave,
Because I'm spellbound.
I will enchant you next night...
Carnival of the Lost Souls(rachel)
My name is...well, it's not really important. People call me ghost or phantom. I quite literally look like one. Apparently I also move like one. In any case I'm just here to tell you my dream. I know, I know...what good is a dream? Well, you'll just have to listen and find out. Now, there was once a small carnival that ran in this town. However, they cannot leave because the carousel refuses to move. It is told that a dead woman was found riding it. She was apparently murdered by a criminal. People began to get superstitious, saying the woman haunted the carousel. She was married, but no one knows to whom. Her name was 'Storm'. If you recall my last dream, 'Theatre of Illusions', you'll know all about what's going to happen. Well, you'll know where I'm about to go and what's in my hand, but you won't know what I'm about to encounter or do. So I fell asleep that night, and was standing in my labyrinth, where I had left off, in front of the pile of the 'Lord of Illusions' bones. I looked up too see a green fairy. She was a jittery creature, zooming left and right. She hid behind me and from there, she directed me through the twists and turns of the labyrinth. We came to an open space, with a small carnival in it. As I stepped onto the grounds, I heard the voices of children. I also saw two kids in medieval age clothes. One of them laughed and said “Follow me.” I ran to catch up to the child. “This way.” The other continued. I stopped at a dark blue tent, and was introduced to a box with a slot in it. The children laughed and ran into the dark. I placed four quarters into the box, and walked into the tent. Black magic books covered every square inch, and voodoo dolls rested atop every pile.
“Step closer. Allow me to introduce myself.” An old woman's voice called out. As I approached a table with tarot cards and a crystal ball, the woman told me her name was 'Madame Endora'. She had a purple head wrap on, with a matching silk dress. Large golden hoop earrings tugged at her earlobes. She continued speaking.
“Storm is losing her sanity. Hurry young one. Hurry and save her. But beware, there are those who want Storm to join them in their lunacy, and will try to stop you. Be strong.” I nodded and headed out of the tent. I continued my search for the woman and came to a stop at a building labeled 'Hall of Mirrors'. It seemed that my only choice was to navigate my way through to the other side so I could continue my search. As I stepped into the hall, sinister laughs filled every corner of my mind. Upon the surface of the mirrors were men with no faces. Men with tattered rags clinging carelessly to their backs. Some were mutated to beyond recognition. There was a hunchback, and a man whose arms looked like they were welded to his body. Another mirror had a man with a sideways head, and the next mirror a man was holding a head. Some of the mirrors were shattered, and the place was covered in dust. Despite being broken though, the shattered mirrors still showed evil images that seemed to grasp for my ankles. The most frightening thing of all though, was when I reached the final room. There was a circle of mirrors, deathly still, and eerily quiet. Then, as if called from the depths of hell, a massive shadow lurked ominously in the biggest mirror. His deep bass like bellow shook the halls, tearing more mirrors apart. When the tremor had stopped, a door creaked open. The roof of the halls groaned and started falling apart. Dashing through the battered door, I watched silently as the entire hall collapsed. As I kept walking along the path, I couldn't help but stop at a theatre.
It was an open theatre, with green curtains and small wooden chairs. Seating myself in the back isle, I watched the play before me. A woman in a tattered green dress was upon her knees. All she did was move the top part of her body from the waist up, keeping her knees planted. Even though it was only the top part, the woman made it flow like streams of water. Every time she flicked her wrist, small dolls came out from behind the drawn curtains. However, these dolls moved independently, with no stings attached, or puppet master behind them. Like an army of ants, they jumped off the stage and marched toward a giant tent in the middle of the carnival. The dolls before me were like living children. They blinked and ran, lived and breathed, and even talked. Not full sentences, not even words, but small giggles escaped their lips. Ducking under the partially raised tent flap, they ran into the tent itself. Curious, I followed them. In front of me was a stage that looked like a circular arena. No one or thing was in the stands, so I helped myself to a seat.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” a voice sounded “allow me to direct your attention to the centre stage, where you will bear witness to terrifying sights untold. Behold! The circus beyond belief! Let the act begin.” A mist collected and dispersed just as quick. There, in the middle of the stage, was a thin man with a large off-white turban matched with an off-white vest and off-white baggy pants. He held a wooden clarinet, and began to play. From beneath the ground, snakes began to rise. They wrapped themselves around the man. I could hear as his bones began to crack under the pressure. At last, a snake whose head was larger than a car arose and consumed the man whole.
The next few performances were what you would see at a normal circus, although a lot scarier. For instance, you know when people get strapped into that spinny wheel and have daggers thrown at them? In this circus, the daggers actually hit the guy strapped onto the wheel. There were others, like tightrope walkers falling off and having no net to catch them. Animals lighting on fire from the flaming hoops. Stuff like that.
For the final act, freaks were led out onto the stage. All of them lined up, and all were in chains and cages. I was also led on stage, and allowed to walk the column that the freaks had formed. One of the freaks was a human with rat like features. It gnawed on its chains and jumped on the bars. The next one was covered in lizard scales. It was bashing itself on the stone walls of its cage. Yet another was a werewolf who broke bones and clawed at anyone outside. The fourth freak covered its body with a massive pair of leathery bat wings. I saw two pointed ears stick out the top, but that was all. On and on the rows went, a human turtle, a cactus man, a body with thousands of scars and wounds destroying it, another with half a face. At the very end, there was a large, dark cage. Inside was a girl. A row of long quills protruded from her spine. More quills ran down her unusually long arms. Her neck was twisted, and her face had sockets for eyes, a slit for a mouth, holes for ears and a nose, and three horns stabbing their way out of her forehead. One of the horns was glued all the way down the top of her head, and the two side ones spiralled and came out like rams' horns. 'CHUNK!' The floor gave way beneath me, and I fell into the black.
Cold raindrops tapping my face awoke me from the dark. I stood up to see a horrific sight. A large door with two skeletons on each end and a huge knocker in its middle, was moving! It chased all the souls in the circus. I watched in despair as the two children's souls screamed bloody murder as the doors were opened. A huge, broken wooden doll hand came forth and snatched the two up, sucking them into the gate, never to return. A great many black and grey clouds rolled thunderously overhead, dumping buckets of water into the circus. Then I heard it. A melody playing very far away. It was a familiar melody, one that reminded you of the first time you tasted cotton candy. It was the carousel theme. 'Daaa dat da, daaa dat da'. Running with all the strength left in me, I headed toward the sound. I was racing with the door. Because when I reached the sound, I knew that I would find Storm. Apparently, the door also wanted her. If I reached her first, the door could not hurt us, because then it would disappear. The rule in the labyrinth of dreams is that I cannot be harmed in any way. If my imagination tries to, I have the choice of erasing it. At last, me and the door reached the old carousel. Its paint was rubbing off, and some of the horses were missing. I jumped and grabbed on. Made it! Now the door was helpless. It paused, then turned and chased other souls. Turning my attention to the carousel, I found a woman in a flowing pale green gown. Her skin was peeling off, and she was riding a glowing green horse.
“Storm?” I asked.
“Who...who are you?” She responded.
I stopped to think before saying, “You could say I'm kinda like the owner of this place. However, I just came here to tell you that staying here's not gonna do you any good.”
“The only reason I stay, is because I just don't want to abandon these poor lost souls.” She said.
“Oh. Well, in that case, you're also making them suffer by staying here. The only reason they're lost here in the first place is because all of them are attached to you. Also, I think you're husband's waiting.” I broke the news to her, fixing the blue rose into her hair.
“Wha-what?? I-I see. Very well. I shall do as you ask. But, in return, can you find my son? Take this ball. It was his favourite.” The green fairy finally came out from behind me. It curled into a ball, and stayed that way, dropping into my hand. Storms skin restored itself, and then she flew off, leaving nothing behind but the glowing green horse.
The next day, I went to the carnival. But the carousel was gone, and the people had packed up and left. I smiled and bounced the green ball down the street.
Witching hour is near,
And my tragic fate is clear.
I'll take your secret to my grave,
Forevermore I'll be your slave,
Because I'm spellbound.
I will enchant you next night...
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