The carnival had been closed for years after a tragic accident. It was rumored that once anyone entered, they will never return. Their bodies will be found beaten and bloody by the road that was the only way into the carnival. It still stands on the edge of town, rusty metal, decaying wood and tattered old tents still stand. The sidewalk was overgrown with weeds and grass. It looked so creepy, only a few dare to enter, but they die trying to get out.
A red car pulled up to the old parking lot and parked. Britney got out and tucked her pistol in the waist line of her tight mini skirt. She had been hired by the town to find out about the legend of the old carnival. It was her job to discredit legends and rumors. She grabbed her flashlight and cell phone. She starred at the old Ferris wheel as it stood still with paint flaking off its metal. The sun had sunk low and night was setting in, it was time for the young woman to go investigate, all alone.
Britney walked up to the old gate and pulled the key from her pocket and unlocked it. She shoved it open as the hinges squeaked from years of non maintence. She walked in as the wind kicked up to a nice breeze. She held her flashlight and walked down the overgrown entrance and she climbed over the counter that people once sold tickets at. She straightened out her mini skirt and stopped as she looked around the carnival. In the middle she could see the tattered flags that floated in the breeze, it was the circus tent. She had heard stories of the clown that liked women and had magic powers. She shrugged it off and walked towards the old game tents.
She walked along and shined the flashlight in every tent. She was close to the middle of the carnival which was real close to the circus tent. It was now dark and the full moon shined down. She looked up as the night began to get creepy. She turned the corner and was walking right towards the circus tent and didn't realize the fog appearing down the path to the entrance of the tent.
He smelled her perfume and stood up. He walked to the entrance and saw her skinny figure in the dark. The clown looked around for others and smiled when he realized she was alone. He smiled and waited for the fog to get thicker. He sniffed and smelled her perfume and closed his eyes.
Britney was almost to the tent when she noticed how thick the fog was and stopped. She looked as a figure stepped onto the old path. She tried to make out who it was but the fog was too dense. The figure was about thirty feet away but she knew he had stepped out of the circus tent. She had followed the signs to the path that lead to it.
He growled and startled the young investigator. She pulled her gun and aimed it at him as she stood her ground.
