Jordan felt herself getting pulled away by two arms. Her heels skid across the cement path. Matt and Andrew came to the rescue as she was too stunned to move. She'd never seen a dead body before, but this was the second today. Second, third, fourth, fifth... sixth.
They fell back to where Macy waited for them. "What is that thing?" Macy whimpered, "W-what are we supposed to do now? What happened to those... people..."
"Just get back," Matt said, "We aren't going out this way."
The eerie figure disappeared. So did Jordan's sanity, or so she thought. What was happening here?
"You guys know this place better than we do," Matt said to the actors, "Is there an employee exit or something in the back? Anywhere?"
"Of course," Andrew nodded, "There's an exit that can take you to where your friends set up tents, there's also one that leads to the trailers."
"I'm betting the others are going to head to the tents," Matt turned to Macy.
"Y-yeah," she sniffed, "We should find Jen and Natalie. And Tina if she hasn't wandered off..."
They all remembered Tina's stunt on the stage. If that didn't make them look guilty for Taylor's murder, then nothing would.
Andrew and the still spacey Jordan moved ahead of their team. They didn't even get to perform, Andrew sulked internally, he practiced every line and every song several times over. The impending doom looming over the park was concerning though... Why did a murderer have to show up?
"Do you think this is a terrorist or something?" Macy asked.
They were able to calm themselves enough to start being more aware of their surroundings. Instead of running, like their first instinct, they kept close to shelters or foliage for emergency cover. Thank goodness for all the unnecessary gardens along the pathways. Everything stayed quiet, which came as a surprise. Especially after walking into what looked like a massacre...
"I'm not sure, but killing is killing and I want no part in it," Jordan said, "Here's the roller coaster... I used to think this walk was easy, but now it feels like its taking ages to get there."
The spiral iron tracks towered over them, the carts stuck in their places. They appeared empty, even the carts that stopped at the top of one of the hills.
"I might be going crazy," Jordan said, "But that person at the gates... he didn't seem normal. Did you notice?"
Matt and Macy looked at each other but said nothing.
"He just took off after we showed up," Andrew replied, "So I doubt he's someone we want to chat with..."
"But who was he?" Jordan asked, "Why are you two so quiet?"
Macy swallowed. Poor things, Jordan sighed, they were still in their exotic costumes, bloodstained. Matt looked like he wanted to say something, but he was cut off by a bell.
A bell?
The sudden noise startled them so badly, all four of them climbed on each other trying to hide in a bush. Small leaves crammed themselves in Andrew's nostrils, "Ahh..." Macy's long arms and legs wrapped around Jordan like a spider or baby monkey.
"Oomph... Could you please get off my spine," Jordan grumbled.
"Sorry," Macy said, but hesitated when she stood up. Jordan brushed herself off and whirled around.
"Was that the clown show?" she asked.
Matt's mouth turned into a deep frown, "Clowns?"
"The new clown show..." Jordan shrugged, "Anyway, they have a clock system to let people know when the next show is."
"How could it be working if the power is out?" Matt said.
How indeed, Jordan chewed on her bottom lip. Maybe the power was returning? This could be a good thing! The four freed themselves from the bushes, Andrew having to sneeze a few times, and they were about to take the path towards the kiddy rides -
"Matt." Macy snapped suddenly.
"What-" the magician's mustache sank, almost like in a cartoon.
Before Jordan and Andrew could even catch on, Macy went into full-panic mode again. She hid behind Matt and trembled in her frilly short dress. Her eyes clamped shut.
"I'm seeing things... I'm seeing things..."
"If you are then I am too," Matt said.
Jordan felt a chill run down her spine, "You can't freak and then not tell us what it is!"
But Macy wouldn't respond in any form. Matt had to be the one to point out the man watching them in the distance.
Standing in the middle of the road, where they were more than likely about to walk towards, was a stout man with frizzy hair, very wig-like. The night sky couldn't illuminate the bright colors of his wardrobe, but the pattern on his shirt consisted of thick stripes and large puff balls for buttons.
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