Scary Carnival Novels & Stories

On the afternoon of February 1st, everyone was talking about the death of the monster child. Many testified that his adoptive parents left him to starve, but others dared to claim that he was murdered. One of his neighbors said she heard screams coming from the Caraballo's house that resembled those of a child crying out for mercy. She also said that she did not dare to go out of fear.

>>Xxx Destiny Aitsuji & Goodgrief Sausagepen xxX<< The hour passed rather interestingly as Joe rode the roller coaster of wanting to come and not being able to. The pain and pleasure he knew were transformed into something he could no longer understand, and while he still retained his mind, Joe felt as if he didn’t want to think anymore. All he needed now was to find release, and his leaky nipple situation didn’t help. They were leakier than before, and the college student found himself covered in all sorts of bodily fluid.

They thought blending into the crowd was a better way to not get spotted by anyone they know. "Wow, I've heard of how crowded this carnival can get. I had no idea it would be this crowded." Esther exclaimed as she and Charles entered the carnival after paying for admission. "Yeah, me neither. This is quite a spectacle. There's a ferris wheel, a couple of high intensity rollercoaster rides, carousels. Seems like brother Derek really went full throttle on the family theme." Charles added. "Let's not waste anytime!" Esther squealed as she held Charles's hand and led him around the carnival premises.

I teased as I reached out to tug on his collar. His smile widened. “I mean, I am a gentleman too, so…” I laughed and let him lead the way. The carnival was in full swing with kids running around getting their faces painted. Clowns and mimes as well as other colourful performers all around putting on shows. Different games were set up mixed with different sounds and accompanied by different prizes. I looked around amazed by everything really. “Do you come to such things often?” Branson asked me. I pulled my eyes off a guy on a unicycle. “Uh, no actually. Never been. My dad wasn’t a fan of anything that involved well… fun.”

Scar says without hesitation, “The little girl that I visit all the time? She’s a friend’s daughter—” “I know her,” Silco answers swiftly with a gentle tone, not rude, but also giving out a dominant aura, “Where are you? How did she go missing?” “We were at the Six Flags,” Scar takes another deep breath to swallow back the crying tone, “She was on the carousel and the next second she was just gone—” I didn’t even take my eyes off her, but Scar dares not say. She ends there, or she would have burst into tears.

Nothing. Finally, we decid to ride the Ferris wheel, since the carnival rides are also a once-a-year thing. As we rise up higher and are stopped every time they load more passengers into other cars, the smells around me change. I noticed a lot less food odor and catch more distinct scents, as though I can smell every individual person. Weird, I know. And I have this odd feeling that something—or someone—is missing.

He was trembling and on the verge of getting panic attack. Stopping the black Porsche just an inch away from him the driver gets out of the vehicle as if in a trance. "Come back to Tehran." He snarled on the face of Victor, his face purely white with an ugly black scar right on the middle of his forehead. He went to the switch board fixed to one of the pillars in the parking lot and put his finger into the socket. His body shook with passing electricity surprising Victor and he died on the spot.

“Fine.” The drive to the carnival passed in a blur of flirtation and stolen glances. When we arrived, the place buzzed with noise, laughter, carnival music, and distant screams from rides. Bright colors and sugary smells filled the air. “So…” Raymond started, glancing at me. “What do you want to try first?” I pointed excitedly at the towering roller coaster. “That one!” “Calm down, Nia,” he said, lips twitching. “Your excitement is showing.”

Suddenly, a blood curdling scream filled with immense fear and pain came from the depths of the amusement park. Upon this, bats scurried toward the sky in fright as the group of people were also shocked by the scream. "That's Sonnia's voice!" Happy to have found Sonnia, Rex exclaimed happily as the group quickly ran toward the sound. It was an abandoned bumper car site. After years of being abandoned, the place was dark and cold with strange graffiti plastered all over its walls. There was a strange smell in the air, and the roof was broken with a glimpse of moonlight shining down. It made the place even more eerie and sinister.

Kid, the last time I got to the TRIDAX was when I was a teen, I literally have no idea of how they got here, sorcerer should do hv the idea. As I wanted to go meet Sorcerer, I noticed a kind of strange reaction among the ship members, I did not notice why thy were all making such reaction untill I saw the reason myself. It is one of the most scary things I have ever seen in this world or should I even say in my world. All the sculptures started moving. I thought at first that it was an hallucination.