Phantasm Carnival Novels & Stories

I parked my car at a safe distance and watched as the Ferrari family stepped out, their fashionable attire standing out amidst the carnival-goers. The carnival was a vibrant display of colors and sounds. Lights flashed and music blared, creating a dizzying atmosphere. The air was filled with the tantalizing aroma of fried food and sugary treats, causing my stomach to rumble. Towering rides spun and twirled, eliciting screams and laughter from thrill-seekers. Children ran around with balloons, their faces painted in bright hues, while their parents struggled to keep up. Street vendors lined the paths, peddling a variety of goods, from cotton candy to stuffed animals, their voices calling out

“How much?” “Fifteen hundred. Cash only.” William handed it over without blinking. The boy scanned three fake VIP passes to their phones. “Hold it high and walk fast,” he muttered. “Don’t talk. Don’t stop.” They slipped through the scanner. It beeped once. Then again. Then again. They were in. Inside the carnival, everything was louder, brighter, and heavier. The air smelled like caramel and sweat. Fog machines pumped white mist into the air, making it hard to see beyond a few feet ahead. Every direction pulsed with sound and people.

A carnival. Not just any carnival, either—it looked like something out of a movie. Giant Ferris wheel spinning lazily against the night sky, music playing from distant speakers, kids laughing, strings of colorful lights zigzagging overhead. The smell of popcorn, grease, and cotton candy hung thick in the air. Ricci stepped out first and came around to open my door like some fucking gentleman. “You coming?” I looked at him like he’d lost his mind. “A carnival?” He smirked. “You were expecting a five-star restaurant?”

Behind security guards. Protected. Watched. Contained. I hated that the word protected had started sounding suspiciously similar to imprisoned. The car turned onto the road leading toward the Bramhall estate. I glanced down at my phone again. Another notification appeared. This one wasn't from social media. I frowned. There was no name attached to it. Just an unknown number. I opened it. For a second, I didn't understand what I was looking at. Then my stomach dropped. It was a photograph. My fingers went cold.

Although deep inside his mind, he was happy. The bus started moving. They will arrive in Batangas before noon, they need to stop in Tagaytay to let other passengers to take their time to buy some foods, to take some photos and to release body waste. "Look at your left side." Leon is taking his photos now. The bus stopped in Tagaytay so they also got down to take some photos. "That's enough. I'm tired from posing." Owen rolled his eyes. "Alright, come here then." Leon wave his hand to call him so he approached him.

“I’ll be close.” He dismissed Logan with a nod, and the man bowed once before stepping out. The door clicked shut again. Then Damien turned back to me. And smiled. It wasn’t the smile he gave others. This one was sharp and mischievous and absolutely wicked. “What?” I asked, brows knitting together. “We’re going to a carnival.” That threw me off. “A… what?” “You heard me.” “Why?” “Because I want to,” he said easily. “And because I haven’t seen you in anything short and scandalous yet.”

He looked again at the book I was carrying and let out a sigh, as if what he was about to say weighed more than he had expected. “What you saw last night…” he began, his eyes serious, “wasn’t a nightmare or a hallucination. Scarlett, the creature that almost drowned you is a gorgon. A princess of the lake, to be exact.” The words barely seemed real, and for a moment I thought it had to be some kind of joke. “A… gorgon?” I repeated, incredulous. “Like in the legends?” “Yes.” Alex nodded, his expression completely certain. “I don’t know why a lake princess attacked you, but I promise I’ll find out.”

He said. “Okay!” Reyan nodded and released the fake newborn fairy. The fake newborn fairy heard the word ‘release’ and it immediately stretched its wings to fly. It thought that Laggas and Reyan, these two terrifying people, had found their conscience when, suddenly, It felt a tugging feeling. It turned and saw another fake newborn fairy like it. Then, its whole body turned transparent and then turned into specks of light.

But as exciting as the prospect of seeing the world outside my hometown of Falls Quaker, California, is, I would have given anything for the chance to spend the summer with my friends. “Great! Let's start now,” Phantom says a little too brightly. “Exit's that way.” He points to the door, eyeing Gaston in disdain. “We start tomorrow. Maryelle needs recuperation. If she, in fact, ingested Edge, she'll need a day to recover,” Gaston says. “As much as it pains me to agree with him on anything, Gaston's right.” Phantom sighs. “You don't have to leave though. Stay here for the rest of the day... please?”

The possessive way he fucked me like he both hated and needed me. I forced a grin. “You’re crazy, man. You watch too many movies.” He stepped aside but whispered as I passed, “Run while you still can. He’ll ruin you.” Later that day, I overheard two employees gossiping near the cafeteria. “Did you hear about The Ghost? Some billionaire who shows up masked at underground parties. Pays good money, fucks like a demon, then vanishes. Nobody ever sees his face.” I laughed it off again. But deep inside of me, i was worried for myself.