Post by The Phantom Lady on Oct 30, 2011 15:20:39 GMT -5
In the spirit of Halloween I'd like to share something spooky!
I must firstly admit that this is originally a Michael Jackson piece I wrote earlier this year and despite changing the very end a little around all I basically did was change the name... (the original featured a Lisa Marie Presley based character)
Inspirations were the picture below by Daniel Danger I found during a google search. And the song 'Death of a Clown' by The Kinks
The Abandoned Fairground Ghost
The tune was so familiar yet it sounded so strange. It sounded like it was played on a dusty record player and the sound reached him through rusty speakers…
With every step he took the eerie music got louder and louder and Robert couldn’t help but think this meant he was on the right track even if he wanted to turn back just as much as his curiosity egged him on.
When he got to the gate he knew the tune by heart; a popular tune played at old fashioned fairs!
But this wasn’t just any old fair, except for the old part… all of the metal was orange or red with rust and the paint that once had all been bright colors that could light up the darkest night on their own were all faded so much you could barely tell yellow from blue… the rides were all broken and dangerously close to collapsing. He found himself flinching every time the sound of grinding and cracking metal filled the air. He knew the only sane thing would be to walk away…
He was too fascinated at how the moon managed to light up the amusement park where all the lights had gone out ages ago… this place was dead he was sure. Yet he felt he wasn’t alone.
Knowing all too well he was risking his life he began to explore the amusement park; feeling like he was looking for something and he did find it sooner than he had expected.
Ever since he was a little boy he had wanted to try out one of the mechanical fortune tellers and by what seemed a magical coincidence a flickering light was turned on above the head of the doll. The clothes were moth eaten and most of the face made of china had fallen off.
He dug into his pocket and found a dime, he tossed it in and the doll began moving in slow mechanical movements that caused more of its face to fall off.
“Tomorrow you will understand” a female voice spoke. Strange, despite the missing features on the doll he was sure it was meant to be male… but not much made sense here anyway.
“Understand what?” he asked not expecting an answer from the now inanimate object so when it did he yelped and took a step backwards
“You are too curious… curiosity killed the cat” the female voice spoke before a sweet innocent laughter was heard.
Now she emerged from behind the machine. She wore a beautiful light pink circus princess outfit that was covered in sequins that made her sparkle in the moonlight. Her dress was only slightly torn so that didn’t strike him at first but what did was her face: her face was painted white with huge red lips, her nose was painted the same color and over her eyes were two thick black crosses. Robert found himself speechless.
Just like a ballerina she rose to her toes with ease and spun around on the tips of her toes and she gave him a great big smile not opening her mouth too wide.
“Never seen a girl?” she asked cheekily. She seemed to be about 16 years old but her behavior made her seem younger.
“Oh, it’s my face?” she laughed “You see mum was the circus princess and my father… my father was a clown” she acted like a broken record and twitched as she spoke the word again. Roberts jaw dropped a little.
“It’s okay” Robert said in lack of better words and she just laughed again as she began skipping ahead of him and he felt forced to follow her. After having skipped through to what once had been the outside of a café she stopped and from under her tutu she produced a bottle of whiskey that she quickly gulped down much to Robert’s surprise. When the bottle was good and finished, what didn’t take long a manly belt of a burp came from her throat and she tossed the glass bottle aside so it shattered into a million shards of glass on the cracked pavement.
“Keeps the old machine going” she patted at her chest as she now spoke with a new voice.
“Oh” Robert said, utterly in shock over her odd behavior “What is your name?” he called out to the young woman who had begun dancing around
“You already know” she now used the voice she spoke with at first.
“No I don’t” he was now far behind her and had to pick up his pace.
“You don’t?” she now spoke with the third voice he had heard from her mouth “Don’t you love me anymore?” a teardrop ran down her cheek ruining the white makeup revealing a very unhealthy looking skin underneath
“I just met you” he stopped as dead in his tracks as she had.
“Don’t you love me anymore?” she repeated “I just met you” she didn’t just repeat his words but she copied his voice as well as any tape recorder.
The look in her eyes made him take a step backwards, but this was worse than the mechanical fortune teller.
“The Clown is dead” she said in the voice of a small child “He dropped dead in the ring because no one would applaud him anymore… no children would laugh at his antics… he was dead long before he fell over never to get up” she said “Then they laughed at him… laughed at his sorry self” her voice was as dark as the night sky. He only now realized how ragged her beautiful clothes were, he noticed the rank odor that came from her and he saw how yellow the teeth that still hung in her mouth were…
“Kiss me” she said in a voice he did know very well and had it truly been his wife speaking those words he would have been happy to but the fact that the monstrous thing in front of him now spoke those words made him sick to his stomach…
“Come to me Robert” she said and walked closer to him. He felt trapped and his feet were too heavy to move…
“Robert” he heard his own name spoken and opened his eyes to see his wife “You had a nightmare” her sweet voice informed him and he drew a relieved breath.
“Better get some sleep now before we have to go to your father’s grave” she said and now he was wide awake…
‘Tomorrow you will understand…’
I must firstly admit that this is originally a Michael Jackson piece I wrote earlier this year and despite changing the very end a little around all I basically did was change the name... (the original featured a Lisa Marie Presley based character)
Inspirations were the picture below by Daniel Danger I found during a google search. And the song 'Death of a Clown' by The Kinks
The Abandoned Fairground Ghost
The tune was so familiar yet it sounded so strange. It sounded like it was played on a dusty record player and the sound reached him through rusty speakers…
With every step he took the eerie music got louder and louder and Robert couldn’t help but think this meant he was on the right track even if he wanted to turn back just as much as his curiosity egged him on.
When he got to the gate he knew the tune by heart; a popular tune played at old fashioned fairs!
But this wasn’t just any old fair, except for the old part… all of the metal was orange or red with rust and the paint that once had all been bright colors that could light up the darkest night on their own were all faded so much you could barely tell yellow from blue… the rides were all broken and dangerously close to collapsing. He found himself flinching every time the sound of grinding and cracking metal filled the air. He knew the only sane thing would be to walk away…
He was too fascinated at how the moon managed to light up the amusement park where all the lights had gone out ages ago… this place was dead he was sure. Yet he felt he wasn’t alone.
Knowing all too well he was risking his life he began to explore the amusement park; feeling like he was looking for something and he did find it sooner than he had expected.
Ever since he was a little boy he had wanted to try out one of the mechanical fortune tellers and by what seemed a magical coincidence a flickering light was turned on above the head of the doll. The clothes were moth eaten and most of the face made of china had fallen off.
He dug into his pocket and found a dime, he tossed it in and the doll began moving in slow mechanical movements that caused more of its face to fall off.
“Tomorrow you will understand” a female voice spoke. Strange, despite the missing features on the doll he was sure it was meant to be male… but not much made sense here anyway.
“Understand what?” he asked not expecting an answer from the now inanimate object so when it did he yelped and took a step backwards
“You are too curious… curiosity killed the cat” the female voice spoke before a sweet innocent laughter was heard.
Now she emerged from behind the machine. She wore a beautiful light pink circus princess outfit that was covered in sequins that made her sparkle in the moonlight. Her dress was only slightly torn so that didn’t strike him at first but what did was her face: her face was painted white with huge red lips, her nose was painted the same color and over her eyes were two thick black crosses. Robert found himself speechless.
Just like a ballerina she rose to her toes with ease and spun around on the tips of her toes and she gave him a great big smile not opening her mouth too wide.
“Never seen a girl?” she asked cheekily. She seemed to be about 16 years old but her behavior made her seem younger.
“Oh, it’s my face?” she laughed “You see mum was the circus princess and my father… my father was a clown” she acted like a broken record and twitched as she spoke the word again. Roberts jaw dropped a little.
“It’s okay” Robert said in lack of better words and she just laughed again as she began skipping ahead of him and he felt forced to follow her. After having skipped through to what once had been the outside of a café she stopped and from under her tutu she produced a bottle of whiskey that she quickly gulped down much to Robert’s surprise. When the bottle was good and finished, what didn’t take long a manly belt of a burp came from her throat and she tossed the glass bottle aside so it shattered into a million shards of glass on the cracked pavement.
“Keeps the old machine going” she patted at her chest as she now spoke with a new voice.
“Oh” Robert said, utterly in shock over her odd behavior “What is your name?” he called out to the young woman who had begun dancing around
“You already know” she now used the voice she spoke with at first.
“No I don’t” he was now far behind her and had to pick up his pace.
“You don’t?” she now spoke with the third voice he had heard from her mouth “Don’t you love me anymore?” a teardrop ran down her cheek ruining the white makeup revealing a very unhealthy looking skin underneath
“I just met you” he stopped as dead in his tracks as she had.
“Don’t you love me anymore?” she repeated “I just met you” she didn’t just repeat his words but she copied his voice as well as any tape recorder.
The look in her eyes made him take a step backwards, but this was worse than the mechanical fortune teller.
“The Clown is dead” she said in the voice of a small child “He dropped dead in the ring because no one would applaud him anymore… no children would laugh at his antics… he was dead long before he fell over never to get up” she said “Then they laughed at him… laughed at his sorry self” her voice was as dark as the night sky. He only now realized how ragged her beautiful clothes were, he noticed the rank odor that came from her and he saw how yellow the teeth that still hung in her mouth were…
“Kiss me” she said in a voice he did know very well and had it truly been his wife speaking those words he would have been happy to but the fact that the monstrous thing in front of him now spoke those words made him sick to his stomach…
“Come to me Robert” she said and walked closer to him. He felt trapped and his feet were too heavy to move…
“Robert” he heard his own name spoken and opened his eyes to see his wife “You had a nightmare” her sweet voice informed him and he drew a relieved breath.
“Better get some sleep now before we have to go to your father’s grave” she said and now he was wide awake…
‘Tomorrow you will understand…’
