Novel & Cerita Scary Clown

Clair shrieked exactly once, then denied it immediately. “That was not fear,” she said, clutching my arm. “No?” “That was outrage.” “Sure.” She hit my shoulder. “Shut up.” The path split and narrowed in odd places, forcing groups to separate and rejoin around fake coffins, crooked mirrors, and rooms pulsing with red light. The attraction wasn’t good, exactly, but it had that chaotic carnival quality where bad design and too much noise occasionally lined up into something effective. At one bend, we nearly walked straight into a hanging body prop, and Clair actually ducked into my side with a startled laugh.