Ghosts of the MidwayA Chapter by Brianna Van ZandtThe first song of the album http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LhjEVO0_FoUChapter One: Ghosts of the Midway The
eerie tune played throughout the Carnival and out to the sideshows that lined
the midway, echoing beyond its barriers and onto the streets to draw in the
innocent souls who walked by. I turned toward my best friend, who was staring
at the carnival as we passed it. The haunting melody had taken hold of him, and
he grabbed my hand and started walking toward the Carnival. Both of us could
hear ghostly, childish giggling and an occasional scream.
“Asher,
I don’t want to go to some freak show,” I said, trying to make sure he wouldn’t
hear the fear this place brought to me. There was something wrong with this
place, besides the obvious abuse of the deformed. “Don’t
be such a girl Janelle,” Asher said with a light laugh. He flashed that famous
smile, which he knew I couldn’t deny, and pulled me closer to the creepy
Carnival. Even this far away we could hear the voice on the speakers repeating
the same message over and over. After the third or fourth repetition, Asher
dropped back and put his arm around my shoulder before he started to whisper
the same words in my ear. He didn’t get it quite right at first, but I barely
heard him over the main voice, which seemed to be in my head now. Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to the Circus
of the Strange, the Sideshow of the Sinister and the Theatre of the Bizarre.
Enter a realm of dark wonders to indulge your wickedest dreams. Or, if you
dare, explore the shadows of your most diabolical nightmares. Cast your eyes
upon the cruel oddities of nature and behold monstrous creatures from the
depths of the abyss. Marvel with awe and dismay at unbelievable death-defying
acts that teeter on the very brink of doom. Leave the mundane world behind, for
those who visit this festival of phantasms are never the same again. Step this
way…. “Asher,
wait. I don’t think this is such a good idea. Asher, what are you-?” I was too
late. He pushed me gently through the Carnival’s entrance and laughed at the
fear I knew was now twisting my features. As we crossed the threshold, the
final four ominous words of the commanding voice finished in my mind: There’s no turning back. I doubted Asher
could see them, but I saw hundreds. Floating at our sides and everywhere around
us, nearly transparent specters glided over the ground, the dirt undisturbed
beneath their phantom feet. Now, I looked at the name of the Carnival, which
was posted on every wall and post I could find. “The Carnival of Lost Souls,” I
whispered quietly. We were now trapped within a ghost carnival. © 2012 Brianna Van ZandtAuthor's Note
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Added on July 29, 2012Last Updated on September 25, 2012 AuthorBrianna Van ZandtUnited States Minor Outlying IslandsAboutIt's been a while since I've been here. I'm now twenty years old, and though my time for writing has dwindled, my passion has not. If anything, it has grown – and made it infinitely more difficu.. more..Writing
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