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Charles Larson-Circus of horrors

by vampricone6783


Warning: This work has been rated 16+ for violence and mature content.

*From my story “Circus of horrors”. Gacha Club character designs are on my wall. Enjoy!*

In 1982, there was a teenage boy named Charles Larson who performed at a circus as Zippy the clown during his free time.

There was a boy from his school who also performed there as Cookie the clown. His name was Andrew.

Andrew was nice enough, but he didn’t really want to talk to him. Matter of fact, Charles didn’t really want to talk to anyone outside of his job.

The ringmaster was a polite woman named Teresa, there was a kind magician known as Malcom, bold trapeze artists who were twin siblings named Elaine and Miles and a soft-spoken ballerina called Qetsiyah. People he cooperated with but would never connect with.

Well, it was something to do after school. Not only that, but the ghost lady named Miriam didn’t follow him to the circus. That was the one place she wouldn’t go.

She followed him everywhere…

One sunny evening, after dinner, he got a call from Mrs.Wallace, the woman next door. She wanted him to babysit her six year old daughter, Abigail, because he was “so good with kids”.

Charles had gotten this call while Miriam watched with her endless black eyes. She had such a cold, piercing stare…

What else was there to do but agree?

………………………………………………………………

When the first day of babysitting Abigail had finally arrived, her parents went on and on about making sure she didn’t stay up

past her bedtime and said something about her being obsessed with the circus. He had a suitcase with his clown costume in it that he bought with him, just in case.

Then, they left and he was alone with the child.

“Hey, you must be Abigail.” He said.

“Yes, obviously.” She said this while rolling her eyes.

Just like Claire did before-

No. He wouldn’t think about it. She wanted to have fun with him, so he’d have fun with her.

He forced a smile on his face.

“Come downstairs, Abby. I’ve got something splendid to show you.  I can only show you in a super secret room, though. Do you know where that room is?” He asked.

Even when it was just them, he still felt the eyes of Miriam watching.

“Um…follow me…I’ll show you where the basement is, Charlie.”

Well, she seemed just as uncomfortable as he did! At least Charles wasn’t alone.

He followed her to the basement. He couldn’t do it upstairs, then the moment wouldn’t have any magic. It felt more suitable to show her the suit in the basement.

Basements were full of mystery..

Or maybe his classmates were right and he was the weird kid…

“Why are we down here? What are you going to do?”

He flicked the light on and placed the suitcase on the ground.

Abby peeked inside the suitcase.

“Don’t peek. I’ll show you.”

He unzipped it and-

“Why do you have a clown costume?”

“Because I am a clown.”

“WHAT? That’s so freaking cool!”

And that wide smile on her face, the glitter in her eyes, the excitement in her voice…

That was everything to him. That was the light in his life. That look on the faces of children was what kept him going.

“Are you going to tell my parents I said freaking? They say it’s a bad word.”

“Nope!”

“Good.”

“Wait, why are you showing me this?”

“I’d thought we’d be faster friends if I told you that I perform at the local circus sometimes, because your parents told me how much you liked it.”

“Can I talk about this at school? Please? It’s super cool that you-“

“No. You can’t tell anyone. Not even your parents.”

Her parents didn’t know, they just thought that he’d take her to the circus. His parents didn’t know. No one really knew and he’d keep it that way.

But Abby could keep a secret.

Abby is not Claire. Stop treating her like she’s Claire. It won’t change what happened.

Charles wasn’t treating her like Claire. He just wanted her to be happy. That was all.

“What? Why?”

“Because it’s our little secret.”

“Do you pinky promise to keep it our little secret?”

“I pinky promise?”

“Swear on Mac N’Cheese?”

“I swear on Mac N’Cheese!”

“Super triple promise?”

“Charlie! That’s enough, silly!”

And so they had pinkie promised together, right there, in the basement. In the darkness.

She kind of reminded him of his own sister, Clarissa, before she..before…before Miriam got her…

“Why did we go in the basement? We could have done this upstairs.” Abby asked, interrupting his thoughts.

“Because it’s super-secret down here.” He said, smiling at her.

He really wished that it was her.

“Okay.”

……………………………………………………………

Every day, he kept babysitting her. It was one more distraction from his life, one more distraction from Miriam.

It wasn’t like his parents would notice or anything. They didn’t even know he performed at the circus, so why would they about him babysitting Abby?

She was just like Claire, always wanting to play games. He loved making her smile…every day, he couldn’t wait to see her! He couldn’t wait to see the girl beam, to see her glow from within. To see what he lost.

Of course, she could be a total brat sometimes, like stomping her feet and screaming loudly when she didn’t get what she wanted.

But that was Claire too.

……………………………………………………………….

Today was Abby’s seventh birthday. Her parents had the circus all reserved for her. They had invited “friends” over, but from what she told him, she didn’t really have any friends.

He and the rest of the circus crew would make sure that it went perfectly, that it went wonderful.

At least Abby would have a seventh birthday.

…………………………………………………………..

It was already the afternoon and Abby was having a grand time at the circus. He could see it in her face throughout the day.

That was, until she disappeared. Everyone searched everywhere, but she was nowhere to be found.

Charles wouldn’t give up, though. He wouldn’t give up on finding her.

She was alright. She just got lost, that was all.

…………………………………………………………..

Charles opened the flap to a circus tent. Nope, nothing there.

A little girl was giggling.

His blood boiled when he realized who it was.

In the far corner of the tent was Abby, giggling and grinning. She thought it was funny, didn’t she? To scare everyone? To scare him?

His thoughts stopped when he noticed Miriam standing right next to Abby. A gun grew out of her hand.

She pointed it at Abby.

Charles ran towards her-

“Charlie, what’s wrong?” She asked, confused.

“Get down!” He yelled desperately. There was no time to ask questions.

“Why?”

“Just do it!”

She still didn’t do it. She just crossed her arms and glared at him.

It was infuriating, how much she was like his sister. She didn’t listen when she was supposed to. Maybe if Claire didn’t anger Miriam, she would still be alive.

But there wasn’t time to think about Claire.

“Damn it, Abigail!”

He grabbed her and-

The sound of death crashed into his ears.

He fell to the ground…he saw her face..it was a little blurry…but he saw Abigail’s frightened expression…just like Claire…

Then, darkness.

……………………………………………………………..

Charles woke up in the darkness of the tent, standing behind the bleachers. At first, he thought maybe he somehow fell asleep in the tent and missed out on her birthday.

But then he remembered dying and Abby looking scared-

Abby?!

Charles looked down and saw Abby sleeping. Only, she had no mouth, her hands were claws and there were wings on her back. Also,the blood from the shot must have traveled through her head to the rest of her body, because her legs were covered in blood.

Charles looked at his own hands and saw claws, ferocious claws.

He searched for the cracked mirror someone lost at a circus once that was behind the bleachers since then.

Charles finally found it, on the floor.

He picked it up and-

“Wow, my eyes are blue. I have snake pupils, too.”

He also appeared to be a whole lot taller than before…the clown costume made him look taller in life…but..he had become ridiculously tall.

Charles was 5’3 in life, the costume made him look 6’3. After death, he appeared to be 10’8.

What had Miriam done to them?

“Maybe people just look weird after they die.” Charles said. Maybe it had nothing to do with Miriam.

Abby was beginning to stir. He waited for her to wake up.

When she opened her eyes, he noticed that they looked like monster eyes, inhuman and black. Just like Miriam’s eyes.

She didn’t seem to be afraid of his height, at least. She just stared at their dead bodies from behind the bleachers and asked:

“Charlie, is that us?”

Charles noticed that her voice sounded echoey, as if it came from inside her. Maybe she was speaking with telepathy and she didn’t know it.

No matter, he’d tell her later.

“Yes.”

“Why are we on the floor?”

“Because we’re dead.”

“We…we died?! We’re ghosts?!”

“Yes, Abby, we are.”

“What are we gonna do?! What about Mom and Dad? My parents, will they be okay?!”

“Don’t worry, we are the only ones who died.”

He didn’t sense death in everyone else. He only sensed that he and Abby were dead.

“Oh…alright.”

There was a heavy silence in the air. Miriam was probably watching them. Maybe she found a way to get to the circus. Maybe she was laughing at them in the shadows.

“I’m scared, Charlie. I don’t want to be dead.”

Neither did he.

“I know. Don’t panic. Stay with me and we’ll figure this out together.”

“But-“

“Shhh. It’s going to be okay.”

“Is it?”

“Yes, it is. I promise.”

He’d do better this time. He’d keep her from Miriam.

He would protect her.


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Then he remembered that he didn’t know where the basement was. He just wanted to show her the suit.

“Um…follow me…I’ll show you where the basement is, Charlie.”

Well, she seemed just as uncomfortable as he did! At least Charles wasn’t alone.

How does Abby know he doesn't know where the basement is/that's where he wants to go?

I love the interaction between Charlie and Abby - he's clearly using her as a replacement for his sister but it's nice to see how she kind of heals his heart that broke when he lost Claire.

The pacing up front was really good, but I think it was too quick during the scenes where Abby was missing and then when Charlie finds her only for them to die. I think those could definitely be longer because they felt a little rushed!

Hope this was helpful!

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I edited to make sense as to why they%u2019d go to the basement.



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Hey there,

So, I left you a review on the first episode, and now I'm here for tha second one.

I liked that you told this story from Charlie his perspective. As I read the first part and I left you a review, I could totally follow everything. I really loved your dialogues here too and I feel so bad and sad for poor Charlie that he lost his sister. I love her name btw. Clarissa. Very great choice and I think you did an amazing job on portraying Miriam as the bad guy.

This is my favourite part,

Charles opened the flap to a circus tent. Nope, nothing there.

A little girl was giggling.

His blood boiled when he realized who it was.

In the far corner of the tent was Abby, giggling and grinning. She thought it was funny, didn’t she? To scare everyone? To scare him?

His thoughts stopped when he noticed Miriam standing right next to Abby. A gun grew out of her hand.

She pointed it at Abby.

Charles ran towards her-

“Charlie, what’s wrong?” She asked, confused.

“Get down!” He yelled desperately. There was no time to ask questions.

“Why?”

“Just do it!”

She still didn’t do it. She just crossed her arms and glared at him.

It was infuriating, how much she was like his sister. She didn’t listen when she was supposed to. Maybe if Claire didn’t anger Miriam, she would still be alive.

But there wasn’t time to think about Claire.

“Damn it, Abigail!”

He grabbed her and-

The sound of death crashed into his ears.

He fell to the ground…he saw her face..it was a little blurry…but he saw Abigail’s frightened expression…just like Claire…

Then, darkness.


I just wanted to cry over here. Why did his sister have to die??? And why is Miriam so mean against him? Is Mirian his mother? or step-mother maybe? Why is she doing that?

You know what would be cool, if you wrote an origin story about how and why Miriam became that way....That would be totally amazing and cool!!!

This part is also so typical and very funny,

When the first day of babysitting Abigail had finally arrived, her parents went on and on about making sure she didn’t stay up

past her bedtime and said something about her being obsessed with the circus. He had a suitcase with his clown costume in it that he bought with him, just in case.

Then, they left and he was alone with the child.

“Hey, you must be Abigail.” He said.

“Yes, obviously.” She said this while rolling her eyes.

Just like Claire did before-

No. He wouldn’t think about it. She wanted to have fun with him, so he’d have fun with her.

He forced a smile on his face.

“Come downstairs, Abby. I’ve got something splendid to show you.” He said.

Then he remembered that he didn’t know where the basement was. He just wanted to show her the suit.

“Um…follow me…I’ll show you where the basement is, Charlie.”

Well, she seemed just as uncomfortable as he did! At least Charles wasn’t alone.

He followed her to the basement. He couldn’t do it upstairs, then the moment wouldn’t have any magic. It felt more suitable to show her the suit in the basement.

Basements were full of mystery..

Or maybe his classmates were right and he was the weird kid…

“Why are we down here? What are you going to do?”

He flicked the light on and placed the suitcase on the ground.

Abby peeked inside the suitcase.

“Don’t peek. I’ll show you.”

He unzipped it and-

“Why do you have a clown costume?”

“Because I am a clown.”

“WHAT? That’s so freaking cool!”

And that wide smile on her face, the glitter in her eyes, the excitement in her voice…

That was everything to him. That was the light in his life. That look on the faces of children was what kept him going.

“Are you going to tell my parents I said freaking? They say it’s a bad word.”

“Nope!”

“Good.”

“Wait, why are you showing me this?”

“I’d thought we’d be faster friends if I told you that I perform at the local circus sometimes, because your parents told me how much you liked it.”

“Can I talk about this at school? Please? It’s super cool that you-“

“No. You can’t tell anyone. Not even your parents.”

Her parents didn’t know, they just thought that he’d take her to the circus. His parents didn’t know. No one really knew and he’d keep it that way.

But Abby could keep a secret.

Abby is not Claire. Stop treating her like she’s Claire. It won’t change what happened.

Charles wasn’t treating her like Claire. He just wanted her to be happy. That was all.

“What? Why?”

“Because it’s our little secret.”

“Do you pinky promise to keep it our little secret?”

“I pinky promise?”

“Swear on Mac N’Cheese?”

“I swear on Mac N’Cheese!”

“Super triple promise?”

“Charlie! That’s enough, silly!”

And so they had pinkie promised together, right there, in the basement. In the darkness.

She kind of reminded him of his own sister, Clarissa, before she..before…before Miriam got her…

“Why did we go in the basement? We could have done this upstairs.” Abby asked, interrupting his thoughts.

“Because it’s super-secret down here.” He said, smiling at her.

He really wished that it was her.

“Okay.”


Overall, this story was very nicely written and I really liked it. I think you did an amazing job making the story similar to the one of Abigail that way we could relate and follow the pacing better. I do hope you consider writing an origin story of Miriam

I hear from you!

All the best,
Rinisha




vampricone6783 says...


I will be posting origin stories of other characters, including Miriam.

I%u2019ll tag you.



AmayaStatham says...


kay kay. tnx



vampricone6783 says...


I edited it to make the basement part make sense.



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Oh. My. Gosh. This story is AMAZING. is there another part? If not you HAVE TO KEEP WRITING. PLEASE KEEP WRITING CHARLIES STORY!! Is this your only writing work or do you have more? Like do you have more stories like this one?
Where did you get the inspiration for it?
SHARE YOU SECRETS PLEASE!!!




vampricone6783 says...


I have Abigail%u2019s origin story. It%u2019s called %u201CAbigail Marie Wallace%u2019s story-Circus of horrors%u201D. You can find it in my %u201CMore origin stories%u201D folder.

In my %u201CScary-ish stories%u201D folder, you can find my story %u201CCircus of horrors%u201D.

I will be making more origin stories and tag you when I do.

I have a few other stories that have clowns/circuses with dark secrets. That%u2019s under my %u201CScary-ish stories%u201D folder. You can look in my %u201CMore origin stories%u201D folder as well.

I get inspired by FNAF/Creepypasta/Melanie Martinez/Ambience music/bright visuals/Tim Burton.

Glad you liked this!



SkyVibes says...


I totally should have guessed Tim Burton as an inspiration to your writing! I love Tim Burton and I can't believe I didn't guess that!! It defintiely has that feel to it. And thank you for tagging me when you make more origin stories.
I will definitely make it a point to read you other stories!
When did you come up with the characters? Have they been a part of your life for a while or are they characters you made recently?



vampricone6783 says...


I don%u2019t remember when I first dreamed them up.




The day, which was one of the first of spring, cheered even me by the loveliness of its sunshine and the balminess of the air. I felt emotions of gentleness and pleasure, that had long appeared dead, revive within me. Half surprised by the novelty of these sensations, I allowed myself to be borne away by them, and forgetting my solitude and deformity, dared to be happy.
— Mary Shelley, Frankenstein