Chapter  Six:

Story taken from Carter’s Extraordinary Adventures, Published in 1902 by Buckingham Press.

The Dastardly Ursa Mortis And Psychopathic Circus!

As I traveled through the surrounding mountains of Colorado, rifle loaded and pistols eagerly awaiting action, I heard an unnatural roar like no other emerge from the pine. Shivers went up my spine as my attention was drawn towards another unusual sight, a warped and cursed circus. I’ve heard rumors of the clowns turning into gruesome cannibals as the sounds of the pipe organ and piano rang out into the late day. I needed a place to hide as I was still on the run from the Demented still following my trail, so I had no choice but to enter.

The once cheerful circus felt like any other ghost town. As I took my first steps into the tent, I saw the seats lined with maggot ridden corpses. Some wore make up as if they were once part of the act while others had jagged sweets glued to the unhinged jaws hanging from their skull. When suddenly, a throwing knife from the left side of my tent grazed my cheek and drew blood! I fired a shot in the general direction and saw a figure cartwheeling out of sight. Holstering my rifle and equipping my trusty Quickshot, the spotlight overhead was pointed at the center. A booming voice then rang out from the top of the tent. 

“Welcome to my Murder Circus! Here, you’re the main act for all to see! No ticket needed, no price for admission. Only your blood will suffice for our succession!”

As the music started to play, two psychopathic clowns came from the darkness armed to the teeth with knives and pistols. There I would meet the Circus’s first act: Chum and Winky.