Young Writers Society

*I hope you all enjoy this story I wrote! Gacha Club character designs are on my wall. Now, let us begin!*

Chapter One

Once upon a time, there was a little six year old girl named Abigail Marie Wallace and a sixteen year old boy named Charles Larson. Abigail was a little ball of energy and hopefulness and she had so much love to give to this world.

Charles was hired by her parents to babysit her and watch over her. Now, at first, he was annoyed that he had to babysit someone so little, but soon, they became close friends.

Charles worked at a circus. He’d dress as a clown. He’d also take Abigail there and show her the circus. She was absolutely delighted!

However, on Abigail’s seventh birthday, her family took her to the circus Charles worked in, a day which would begin in joy and end in sorrow.

She was in a tent, all alone, when, from out of nowhere, a cloaked individual came behind her and raised a gun.

Charles, still in costume, had just so happened to show up in the tent and tried to get in front of her, to block her from the attack. He even tried screaming for help.

But, they both died. Right there.

His dead body was holding Abigail’s. It was quite a sight, seeing someone dressed as a clown holding a little girl so tenderly in his arms, their dead bodies filling the carnival with blood and broken dreams.

This is where our story begins.

At the circus of magic, death, tears, and horror.

Chapter Two

Right now, there are more people in the circus of horrors other than Charles and Abigail.

Abigail became mouthless and had wings. This happened because her spirit was so sad and distraught, her mouth disappeared and she gained the ability to fly. She can talk, but only through telepathy.

Charles used to stand at six feet, but ever since he died, he became eight feet tall and gained claws. He looked more…monstrous after his death, because he was vengeful and he knew what happened was unfair.

He’s also in a relationship with a sixteen year old boy named Andrew. Andrew is also a clown and he died from a hatchet to his head, right when he was performing.

Andrew became a demon clown, just like Charles, courtesy of his vengeance (and maybe their young ages have a possibility).

There was also an eighteen year old ballerina named Qetsiyah. She died from getting cornered in the circus and being stabbed to death. Her young face was the most messed up, shattered and twisted. She covers it with a black veil.

There are the twins. Elaine and Miles. They were only fifteen and fourteen years old, the siblings. They wanted to do deaf-defying acts together.

But one day, when they were on a high board, they were pushed off and fell to their inevitable doom.

The twins could now crawl on things akin to the way spiders crawl.

The last two. The magician, Malcolm, and the ringmaster, Teresa. The only adults there. Malcolm was twenty-six years old and Teresa was thirty-three. Still young, but older than the others.

Malcolm was sawing a lady in half when, suddenly, the stage lighting fell on him and crushed him to the ground. The woman was spared, but stunned.

Teresa, with the knowledge that everyone else had perished, tried to escape, but got locked in the house of mirrors and was trapped there for three months. She starved to death. Thing is, no one else was around to lock her in.

They may be dead, but they swore to get justice on their murderer and do what was right.

Chapter Three

PRESENT TIMES-ABIGAIL

Abigail, bored out of her mind, was staring at a very interesting hole inside the…what did Charlie call them? “The Big Top!” Yes, she was staring at a hole in The Big Top circus tent, which was quite the hole-

She heard something. FOOTSTEPS? Was someone going to JOIN her?

Abigail could hardly contain her excitement. She ran over to The Big Top flap, lifted it up-

That wasn’t a performer.

That was a LIVING woman in some very large heels walking on the dirt. A living, BREATHING woman.

She couldn’t just not tell the others!

“GUYS! Someone is at the circus! A LIVING someone!” Abigail screamed happily. She could still speak without a mouth. Abigail didn’t know how and she never wanted to.

Like all living people, the woman didn’t hear her. Only when the living noticed them would their ears be open to their voices.

Chapter Four

“What took you guys so long?” Abigail moaned. Everyone had taken forever to show up.

“Some of us are busy.” Charlie said. He was nice, but he was very annoying sometimes.

Like now.

“Busy? BUSY? There’s nothing to do around here, why would you be-“

“Enough! Abigail, can you show us this person?” Teresa asked.

Abigail opened the flap and motioned for the others to look.

The woman was still there, looking at everything!

“By golly, it is a person!” Qetsiyah breathed.

“Just why is she here?” Charlie asked.

“Maybe she’s just…exploring?” Andrew asked.

“Why would she be exploring-“

“People are weird-“

“CAN YOU GUYS SHUT UP?!” Abigail yelled.

“You can’t tell us what to do, you’re just a little kid.” Andrew said.

“Don’t curse.” Charlie said.

“Look, the important thing is that we can’t let this woman see us.” Teresa said.

“But what if she can’t see ghosts? She won’t notice us then.” Abigail said. Why did everyone have to be so bleh? Why couldn’t they be excited, like her?

“Would you like to take that chance?” Teresa countered.

Abigail didn’t reply. She did have a point.

The woman was looking right at them.

The woman smiled.

Chapter Five

PRESENT TIMES-CHARLES

It was no use leaving. She already saw them.

The woman calmly walked up to their tent.

“I’m Miriam. It’s nice to meet you.” She said once she got close enough.

“My name is Abigail and I’m so happy to see you!” Abigail beamed, sticking out her hand to shake, then put it away, remembering that she was dead.

“Miriam? Now where did I hear that name?” Charles asked himself. He thought he heard that name before, but he couldn’t place it.

Andrew just smiled softly at Miriam, but Charles could tell that it was fake. He never smiled without showing his teeth. Ever.

“Hello there.” Qetsiyah said, curtsying. Really, did she have to curtsy?

“I’m Miles and this is my sister, Elaine!” Miles grinned, pointing to Elaine, who only rolled her eyes.

“My name is Teresa and that over there is Malcolm, Charles, and Andrew. It is a pleasure to have you.” Teresa said. Malcolm waved a gloved hand politely, Andrew continued his fake smile, which Charles would promptly wipe off later.

He couldn’t be the only one concerned about a human being acknowledging their presence.

Chapter Six

No one else was concerned about Miriam. Not one person. Of course Abigail would trust her (she trusted just about anyone she met) but really, why couldn’t anyone else-

Dead bodies. The stench of it was everywhere!

Charles wrinkled his nose.

He knew that smell. He smelled right after they died, right after…

Right after Abigail’s English teacher, Mrs.Miriam, had killed them all.

Mrs.Miriam, who had appeared after her other teacher disappeared, so conveniently, too.

No one knew much about her. Her eyes were pitch black.

Why were they so dark?

Charles stepped out of the tent and followed the smell.

Chapter Seven

He could see it now…a party just for Abigail…birthday cake and sweet treats…she was so happy…happier than when he usually visited her…she insisted that it was “The best day ever!”

Then he couldn’t find her.

She was just gone. No one else had seen her.

And he looked in the tent, only to find her standing there, stunned. Mrs.Miriam was holding a gun straight to her face. There was no hesitation. She was about to pull the trigger.

He jumped right in front of her-

BANG!

Chapter Eight

He ripped open the flap to a smaller tent.

There she was. Mrs.Miriam.

Except, she was a tall, pale thing with winding down claws. She had ink black tears oozing from her void-filled eyes.

“What are you? Why are you here? Why did you do this?”

“Don’t you see, Charles? It was all to survive. All so I can live. So I can thrive.” Mrs.Miriam said, getting closer to him.

The world around him was fading…Clarissa…Clarissa, his sister! Riding her bike…eyes filled with joy…and…wait…Miriam?! She was standing right there on the road…she watched as that…that car crumpled her poor body…

“It’s so I can live, like you once did.” She whispered, putting a claw on his shoulder. He jerked away.

Chapter Nine

“I don’t care what you are! You…you hurt everyone!” Charles said. She may have once lived, but…how could he…how could he care for someone who destroyed…everything?

Miriam shook her head.

 She said. Charles could feel himself fading away…fading-

“I think it’s time that you see yourself out.” Teresa said, clapping her hands.

Miriam sank to the floor, screeching and melting away.

Chapter Ten

“How…how did you do that?” Charles asked. Teresa was once a human, just like the rest of them. She wouldn’t have the power to do what she just did.

“When you feel connected to a place like me, you can choose who stays and who goes. Your essence connects to that place.” Teresa said.

“Is everyone else okay?”

“They’re fine.” Teresa smiled, resting a hand on Charles’ shoulder.

“I’ll be outside.” Teresa said, removing her hand and walking away.

Miriam was gone, which meant that they were all free and could go to Heaven, but…

He still felt like something needed to be done.