Phantasm Carnival Novels & Stories

It looks like she heard what I said earlier, so I don't have to repeat what I said earlier. Lia suddenly speaks, "Possess," "Possess?" I asked. "Yes, they're possessed by the Phantoms, " said Lia. Phantoms are souls who are restless because they still have work to do or have not completed it. "But who? Who are the phantoms that possess us? And of all the people, why us?" Raven asked while frowning. "I also don't know. Maybe Caro and Cara mia? That's what they called each other, " said Brent.

My name was Mandy Cox, and I was a die-hard fangirl. I wanted a celebrity to notice me, so I dressed for attention. I wore heavy makeup and made sure nothing about me went unnoticed. My low-cut top revealed a wide stretch of skin, and my chest bounced with every step. I paired it with a mini skirt that barely covered my thighs and sexy white stockings which hugged my legs. But when I arrived, reality hit. The concert venue was packed so tightly I couldn't move, and the crowd swallowed me whole. The celebrity was never going to notice me.

POV - GIOVANNI CARSON There was no doubt that we were toxic, foolish and naïve. Blinded by the mere thought of an everlasting tension. And it sucks when you know that you need to let go, but you can't because you're still waiting for the impossible to happen. I sat there, watching people dance to the erotic music, The lights constantly changed color illuminating the room with bright neon colors. blue. red. pink. purple. Each time the colors changed, so did my thoughts.

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.

“Trust me. We’ll have a blast.” By mid-morning, we were stepping onto the worn cobblestones of the place where the fair was set up. It was one of those travelling fairs that went from town to town, with shoddy-looking rides and overpriced games that were impossible to win. But the sun was shining, Carl was excited, and the scent of popcorn and spun sugar filled the air. Carnival music blasted from speakers, and the Ferris wheel spun lazily against the blue sky.. Carl grabbed my hand, tugging me toward the bumper cars. “Come on!” he yelled as we followed along.

At the sides of these lanes were paths to move but in front of them had different stalls of a uniform white and yellow color that either sold refreshments, held carnival games, magic tricks, puppet shows, or other amusing shows. White and yellow confetti soared in the air and the excitement of everyone here had contracted the kids as well. ‘I think it’s the other way around.’ I loved the music that was playing; it was like a mix of hip-hop and the old classical wolf music that we adored centuries ago. “Alright pups, keep your hats on and stay on the lane. If you get lost, we won’t be able to find you for three days.” “What?” Hilda asked, a terrified look popping up on her face.

Carmela continued, her voice taking on an air of mystery, “there’s a bustling bazaar in the plaza. It’s alive with color, the stalls overflowing with vibrant fruits, handcrafted trinkets, and mouthwatering street food. The aroma of grilled meats and sweet treats wafts through the air, mingling with the sounds of children laughing and rides whirring. There are thrilling rides that make your heart race, each one more exciting than the last.” Carmela paused, letting the image settle before she added, “And when the sun sets, the plaza transforms into a wonderland. The glow-in-the-dark party begins, where everyone dances under the stars, their faces painted with bright colors that shimmer in the

I was happier than I could ever remember being before, even as a strange melody began to filter through the air around us. “Um,” Hannah said, her grip on me releasing slightly. “What the heck is that?” The music got louder, and took on a distinctly carnival flavor just as a loud voice boomed through a speaker outside. “Come one, come all! The fantastic Cunning Ham Winery Circus is about to begin! Take your seats, ladies and gentlemen, you won’t want to miss a single spectacular moment!”

“Not that I’d brag or anything.” Seraphine raised an eyebrow. “Right. Subtle.” Mina rolled her eyes. “Dragon boys and Djinn. Always dramatic.” Finally, Lyra spoke, her voice lower, carrying an almost silky quality. “Castle Tenebrae, castle of the Dreamwalkers, incubi, illusionists. I’m Phantasm. We bend dreams and emotions into shape, weaving illusions so real they can make you laugh, cry, or break.” Her gaze lingered on Seraphine, steady, knowing. “People say Phantasms blur the line between reality and desire. That’s why they fear us.”

Over the top, a note said "November 2014 Annual Carnival!" November 2014 happened to be the exact month and year which they were in, on the realm world. The interior part of the carnival was misty as little to nothing was seen. Every other place was tinted in black and white but just a place, just a tent was in red and bright white. Its colour beckoned Butt who slowly walked towards it even though he was unaware of his environment and how he arrived there. The horror ambience played into a horror slow carnival music. It wasn't long before Butt got there. His face was overwhelmed with confusion and fear as he opened the circus tent.