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First Impression: Well this was quite the tale here. Its a little bit of an opposite to what we usually tend to see in most of these origin stories and I love that, just seeing things go the other way for once.
Anyway let's get right to it,
Teresa walked through the carnival, the sense of unease clutching at her heart. There was only her left. All of her performers had mysteriously died. The carnival was closed, the people feared her.
They all suspected her, for she was their ringleader, the one with the power.
The thought that anyone would ever think it was her boiled Teresa’s blood and made her want to rip their throats out. Who were they to judge? All of her performers were like children to her, and she would never lay a hand on them! Even if she were to gain money from their deaths, which was ridiculous, since the company she worked for had the real power, not her, why would she want it? Teresa already had most of what a practical person would find ideal. The carnival was her passion, her joy.
Hmm well this is an interesting little start to proceedings here. Normally we start with some that appears very innocent who is secretly out killing people but here we're dealing with someone that seems to be seen as someone horrible but is actually just trying to be a good person. Let's see where this goes.
No, Teresa suspected that it was someone else. An unseen force. She didn’t know how to explain it, but ever since Charles died, she felt that there was someone watching them, someone trailing their cold fingers on her back.
That was why she was in the carnival at the dead of night, searching for the person. Teresa always trusted her intuition, for it was very wrong. When her intuition told her to sneak into her own carnival, she didn’t question it. She followed through.
Her ringmaster uniform was a tad tight on her skin, but Teresa didn’t mind. It was part of her, it was her essence. It felt right to go into her carnival in uniform.
Oooh well that death situation certainly does make things interesting. It definitely presents a potential reason that everything seems to happening here and Teresa's decision to check things out in this more sneaky manner. Let's see what we discover here.
A silhouette standing still caught her eye. It had long hair and wore an equally long dress, a beret atop on its head and wings folded on its back. It was a shadowy, flickering figure, like that of an entity that was never quite in Earth.
“Excuse me! You’re not supposed to be here!” Teresa called out.
The silhouette twitched, as though it were slightly annoyed. Teresa felt in her gut that the person wasn’t human, that her human words didn’t apply to it, but she wanted to see how it would react at her voice.
Teresa’s gut twisted and contorted inside of her, the unease she felt earlier becoming excruciating, unbearable pain. She had to bite her bottom lip to stop the screams.
Oh dear well it seems there's clearly something there that shouldn't be there and a pretty powerful and dangerous one at that judging by that immediate reaction and how much it seems to be affecting poor Teresa here as she's just trying to survive here.
The silhouette took off. Teresa crammed down the bile in her throat, like she did whenever the public pointed fingers at her on the mysterious deaths, and ran after it.
She had to catch it…she had to get a better look at it…
Everything around her was growing blurry, twisting…turning…her stomach dropped like she was on a rollercoaster…the scream that Teresa held in came out, high, loud, ringing, and infinite, a cacophony of misery.
She wasn’t in her carnival anymore. She was in the Hall of Mirrors, her own petrified reflections staring back at her.
Teresa didn’t stand still. She didn’t think. She didn’t know how she got in the Hall of Mirrors, or why she got in the Hall of Mirrors, but she knew that somehow, she had to get out.
She had to find the silhouette…
Well it looks like she's about to be subjected to a few horrors there from the looks of things. Oh dear. I was hoping that she'd get a bit more of a chance to try and fight this thing but it seems she was immediately attacked and now she's just going to have to fight for her life although it does look like somehow her main driving factor is still just to figure out who this happens to be.
On May 12th, 1982, Thirty-Three Teresa Eleanor Jenkins was found dead in the Hall of Mirrors, her body severely malnourished from starvation.
The public began to talk when Teresa hadn’t been seen for three months, and an investigation was done at the local Lyersville carnival.
The woman was believed to have been delusional and depressed. The public sends their condolences to Teresa. A shame such a tragedy had to occur to such a well-loved, prominent individual.
Funny how they all care after death, isn’t it?
Well that's quite the dark ending right there wow. Just a simple newspaper entry about how she met a horrible end there and just that last line I think is perfect. Its a wonderful little not to end on that very much makes you mostly wonder exactly who is saying it, and hat this is going to mean for this world because I get the feeling that's Teresa who is know some sort of vengeful spirit.
Aaaaand that's it for this one.
Overall: Overall this is quite the powerful little tale here. Just an innocent owner trying to take care of things being horribly attacked and a very intriguing ending there with that one terrifying one liner. Its quite nicely done I think.
As always remember to take what you think was helpful and forget the rest.
Stay Safe
Kate
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