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Spookytown USA (Halloween Havoc no. 17)

by Sigma

(Author’s Note: Halloween Havoc is back! If you’re unfamiliar, it’s 8 spooky short stories. 10-ish pages. Two per week throughout October. Enjoy.)

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“Quickly, my friends! We mustn't tarry!”

The diminutive villain known only as the Ring Master spoke between ragged breaths as he ran, holding his top hat down to keep it from flying away. Right behind him were the last two of his minions who hadn’t been captured. The tall, curvy brunette known as Ms. Sadie held her slim hand to her massive tits to keep them from spilling out of the bright red halter top she wore. Behind her was the towering strongman, Mr. Hardy. The three of them were all that was left of the Crime Carnival and they stopped in front of the arch gates of a shuttered theme park, the faded swords on the sign reading “Spookytown USA”, with the image of a leering clown looking down on them.

“Are you sure this is a good idea, boss?” Ms. Sadie asked with fear in her voice.

“I am, my dear,” Ring Master answered. “We must hide in here, lest our pursuers apprehend us like they have the others.” He turned to the woman, who was shapely in every way that mattered, with classic, head-turning beauty that often served her well in her life of crime.  “If we wind up in prison, Mr. Hardy will not be able to protect you from being preyed upon by the populace. And I don’t think I have to tell you that you’d be quite the commodity, my dear.”

Ms. Sadie swallowed a lump in her throat, nodded, and ran into the park.

“Step lively, Mr. Hardy!” Ring Master said before running in.

Mr. Hardy, a man of few words, simply grunted and followed suit. A few feet beyond the gate, Mr. Hardy felt a presence in the shadows of the abandoned park. He looked around, as though trying to find the source, when something reached out from the shadows and pulled him in without him being able to so much as scream. Ring Master and Ms. Sadie didn’t look back, and had no idea their muscle was no longer behind them.

Ring Master made a quick turn around a corner and ran through the flaps of a dilapidated tent. He bent over to catch his breath and turned to see that neither Ms. Sadie nor Mr. Hardy were with him. “Blast it all!” he swore before taking his hat off his balding head and fanning himself. He put his hat back on and then looked up to suddenly see himself standing in the presence of a towering, emaciated figure with two heads, four arms, and four legs. They were two women, dressed in a torn and ratty dress, joined at the head, and they looked at him with sunken eyes that gleamed before they got down on all limbs and began crawling toward him.

Ring Master could only freeze before abject terror compelled him and he ran for the tent entrance. He had just made it through when thin, powerful hands grabbed him and dragged him screaming back inside.

***

“Boss?! Hardy?!” Ms. Sadie yelled elsewhere in the abandoned park. She looked around, seeing nothing but broken down game stands and ruined tents. Panic began rising in her ample chest once more and she paused when she looked toward one tent and saw light bleeding through its opening. She became mesmerized and moved toward it. Inside the tent, she found a tall, classically handsome man in a black tuxedo, hat, and cape. He smiled at her, his thick mustache shifting as he produced a gold watch from his sleeve. He held it up, swinging it back and forth, and Ms. Sadie could only watch it. Something compelled her to move toward it. She was so compelled that she didn’t see the shadowy figures rising behind her, reaching out with grasping hands.

***

“How could they have vanished into thin air?” Green Specter asked, sweeping her flashlight back and forth across the shadowy grounds of the park.

“I have no idea…” Americana sighed. She and Green Specter had been right behind the trio, and had swept the silent grounds of the abandoned park, top to bottom, for the past three hours, but found no signs of life except for the rats.

“You think we’d at least find Hardy…” Green Specter said. She rubbed her shapely ass, wincing at the thought of the pounding the giant had given the two heroines earlier in the night. “Still have to pay him back…”

“Yeah, well…” Americana said. “They managed to give us the slip somehow. Dammit, and they were the last three we needed to take down the Crime Carnival for good.” She then looked around. “It’s almost morning. Let’s get out of here. This place is creepy.”

“Yeah…” the busty blonde nodded. “I don’t even remember this place ever being open.”

“Huh...me neither…” Americana said as they two of them left.

II – One Year Later

“And here I thought this was a joke…” Americana said, looking down at the card in her gloved hand. Green Specter was next to her, holding the exact same card but with her name on it. It was an invitation inviting the pair to the newly reopened Spookytown USA. The bottom of each card had Ring Master’s signature. People moved in crowds through the front gate, bright lights illuminated the park, and they could hear the sounds of games and the crowd from where they stood.

The heroines ventured through the gate and found it as busy as any theme park. The smell of fried food and the sound of carnival barkers filled the air.

“What the hell could Ring Master possibly be planning with this?” Green Specter asked.

“No idea,” Americana answered. “I’m also worried about why he waited a whole year to re-emerge.”

“Yeah…” Green Specter agreed. As they moved through the crowd, they drew stares from the employees of the carnival. The two busty heroines watched all sides and proceeded carefully, ready for anything that might happen. “Hardy and Sadie are probably around here too. None of them were ever caught.”

“Whatever the case may be, we’ll need to be careful with all of these civilians around,” Americana warned.

“Got it,” Green Specter said. The two of them passed by one tent, which had a large sign posted out front of a tall, curvy blonde woman hanging from a ceiling via hooks through her skin. She was gagged and blindfolded, and a crowd gathered around her looked on in amazement. The words “coming soon” were written across the top.

“Ugh, gross…” Green Specter said, looking away.

“We aren’t going to accomplish much like this,” Americana said. “This place is too big. We should split up.”

“Right,” Green Specter said. “Back here in an hour if we don’t turn anything up.”

Americana nodded in agreement and the pair went in separate directions.

***

“Step inside, my child.”

Ms. Americana paused and looked around when she heard a voice, loud and clear, cutting through the noise of the carnival’s atmosphere. She couldn’t find anyone speaking to her and started to walk away when the voice came again.

“In here, child.”

The Queen of Justice turned to find a tent with warm light coming through its open flaps. Something compelled her to go in, so she approached and walked through the entrance. Inside was a woman with an olive complexion and jet-black hair that was starting to gray. She looked to be in her 50s and she wore a colorful, low-cut dress that showed off her ample tits. She sat on plush, colorful cushions on the floor, and with her gray eyes, she looked the heroine over and smiled.

“I’ve been waiting for you, Delta City’s favorite daughter. Please, sit.” When she motioned, the bracelets on her slim wrist rattled and Americana noticed she had a ring on every finger. Her accent has heavy and came from somewhere in Eastern Europe.

Americana paused and looked the woman over. “I don’t have time for this. I need to find…”

“The Ring Master. Yes, I know,” the woman said. “Lady Tereza has the answers you seek and all it will cost is a moment of your time.” She motioned to the open cushions in front of her.

Americana narrowed her eyes and sat on her plump rear. As she did, a smile crossed Lady Tereza’s face.

“Remove your gloves and give me your hands.”

Americana hesitated at first, but did as the fortune teller asked.  Lady Tereza’s hands were warm, her skin soft. She rubbed her thumbs in Americana’s palms. “Mmm, yes, you’ve led quite the life for one so young. And there is much struggle yet to come for you, child,” she said, looking the heroine in the eye.

Tereza let one hand go, and began sliding her hand up Americana’s arm and until she touched the side of her face. “A life of both pain and pleasure. Joy and sorrow.”

Americana remained quiet as Tereza leaned in. She could smell the older woman’s perfume, feel the heat of her breath on her skin.

“These things will come in equal measure for both Ms. Americana and Brenda Wade.”

Americana gasped and tried to pull back in reflex, but Tereza’s grip on her wrist suddenly felt like iron, and she pulled the heroine back in. Before Americana could resist, Tereza kissed her on the lips. It came as a surprise as first, but Americana found herself helpless to the woman’s touch. Tereza’s hand moved to the heroines tit, and she squeezed it inside the Star Spangled Bikini top while they continued to kiss.

Soon, Americana found her worries melting away. Tereza’s put a hand on her bare hip, their tits touched, and the two women lost themselves in each other. Americana could feel herself getting intoxicated on Tereza’s touch, her scent, her taste, and she began losing her sense of time. She moaned softly as they continued to kiss, and her skin tingled at Tereza’s delicate touch, making goosebumps rise on every exposed inch. For her part, Americana slid her bare hand up Tereza’s dress, touching the smooth skin of her thigh. Americana noticed Tereza’s skin was somewhat cold and Tereza bristled at the sudden, unexpected interaction. She slid her hand to the small of Americana’s back and seem to pull her closer in an embrace as they continued to kiss.

She felt Tereza’s hand run through her dark hair before the fortune teller broke the kiss and sighed, lowering her hand and resting it against the softness of Americana’s chest. She then looked up and Americana was taken aback when she noticed a tear roll down Tereza’s cheek.

“This place is evil, child…” Tereza warned. “I am...was...like you...and now I’m stuck here like the others. Go. Take your friend and leave this place.”

“I can’t do that. Not until we find Ring Master,” Americana said, still holding her hands. Her body was warm, the heart raced in her chest as the sensation of Tereza’s touch stayed with her.

Tereza looked down with a sigh. “It is the curse of the hero. I know it too well…” She shook her head and looked up. “You will find him at the House of Mirrors. Beware the man with the sallow skin. ”

Americana hesitated but stood up after several quiet seconds. The warmth she felt suddenly shifted to an ominous cold. Tereza never took her eyes off of her as she stood and, unnerved, Americana turned and left the tent, her body still aroused by the encounter as she fled.

***

“Step right up, step right up!” The woman yelled with a natural volume to her voice that rose above the clamor of the crowd. “Come and be amazed as the master himself unlocks the wonder and mystery of the human mind!”

Green Specter walked past the barker but couldn’t help but look as the woman spoke. She started to look away and then did a double take when she realized the woman talking was Ms. Sadie. She wore a tuxedo cut and tailored to hug her curvy frame, with a pair of black heels and a top hat on her head. Once she and the blonde heroine locked eyes, she waved.

“Sadie!” Green Specter said, moving toward her. She grabbed the woman by her arm. “Where’s Ring Master? What are you idiots planning?”

“Hands off, blondie!” Said said, smacking the heroine’s hand hard enough to make her let go. “You wanna touch, you gotta wait for the cooch show!”

“The what?!” Green Specter asked. “Look, I don’t have time for this. Let’s go, Sadie!”

“Not so fast, toots,” Sadie said while backing away. “You want the boss, you gotta sit through the show.”

Green Specter sighed. “What show, Sadie?”

Ms. Sadie walked around her and then put her shoe to the heroine’s shapely butt and shoved her in the tent in front of her. “Take a seat and see for yourself!”

“Gyah!” Green Specter cried out as she stumbled in. Inside were several occupied chairs arranged in front of a stage. On stage was a tall, classically handsome man in a black tuxedo, hat, and cape. He smiled at her, his thick mustache shifting as he bowed.

“Good evening. I am Marius, the Magnificent. Mentalist extraordinaire,” he said, addressing the crowd.

Green Specter looked behind her to see Sadie walk in and grinned. She grumbled and stood in the back.

“I am going to shock and amaze with feats unseen,” Marius boasted. “But to do so, I will need a volunteer from the audience.”

As he talked, Sadie walked up behind the heroine and pinched her on her ass.

“AH!” Green Specter screamed in surprise. As one, every pair of eyes in the tent fixated on her.

“It appears we have someone!” Marius said with a smile. The audience members applauded and Green Specter froze in shock as Sadie grabbed her by the shoulders and shoved her toward the stage.

Green Specter tried to resist, but froze when she realized everyone stared at her. She huffed and looked at Marius, who simply smiled at her.

“And now that we have a lovely volunteer, I will reveal to you her secrets, ladies and gentlemen!” He said, stepping closer to the heroine. He put his gloved hand on her forehead and she rolled her eyes.  “Our lovely guest is 5-foot-11 and 135 pounds,” he announced.

“Hey!” Green Specter protested at having her weight revealed.

“She had a meatball sub for lunch and is thinking how ridiculous all of this is.”

Green Specter froze, thinking about the sub she had for lunch and how everything he was saying was accurate. She then quickly composed herself. “Lucky guess. This is stupid. I’m leaving.” She turned to walk away but Marius quickly grabbed her arm and pulled her in and leaned in to whisper.

“You’ll cooperate unless you want these fine people to know that the Green Specter is Axanna Morgan.”

The heroine went pale and looked at the audience, who looked back at her. Sadie folded her arms and smirked. A trickle of sweat ran down Green Specter’s forehead. She looked at Marius and swallowed to lubricate her throat. The mentalist smiled and clapped her on the shoulder.

“Now, folks!” He said, turning to the audience. “I will hypnotize our guest, and she will be under my complete control!” With a wave of his hand, a gold pocket watch appear and he began swinging it back and forth. Green Specter’s gaze fixated on it until she become completely mesmerized. “When I snap my fingers, she will fall asleep.” Marius then snapped his fingers and the heroine closed her eyes.

Green Specter opened her eyes seemingly a second later, but when she did, she was in a completely different outfit. Her crime fighting outfit had been swapped for a skimpy green bikini. Her boots, gloves, and utility belt were gone, but she still had her mask on. She was aware but felt she couldn’t move under her own power.

“And now, ladies and gentlemen,” Marius said. “The Cooch Show begins! But we can’t very well have this young lady performing solo. And though Marius is Magnificent in more way then one…” he teased, grabbing a bulging cock to the audience’s laughter. “...I think you all would rather see some girl-on-girl action, yes?”

The audience cheered and Marius smiled while Green Specter stood where she was.

“Very good. It’s with that, that I introduce our other participant. Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome Ms. Sadie!”

Bawdy music played from somewhere and Sadie sauntered onto the stage wearing a skimpy gold bikini. She paraded onto the stage, showing off her healthy curves for the crowd. Large, pale tits bounced and she turned and showed her ass for the crowd to many cheers. She fixed her gaze on Green Specter and smiled, putting a hand on her shoulder.

“On your knees,” Sadie ordered.

Green Specter obeyed without protest, wondering to herself what was compelling her to do what Sadie said. She sat there on her knees, staring out into the audience as Sadie danced around her. She then felt the other woman touch the side of her face before she licked her, and Sadie then slid around Green Specter and began kissing her before forcing her to lay down on her back. Sadie straddled her waist, cupping and kneading her tits after sliding her bikini top off. Green Specter moaned lightly. Marius’ influence was strong in her mind and she felt herself growing warm as Sadie leaned in and kissed her. As that happened, Sadie slipped a hand down Green Specter’s body and went down her bottoms, toying with the damp lips of her pussy.

Green Specter could feel her mind growing hazy and her body tingling as she became Sadie’s plaything. The crowd murmured and Marius, off to the side, said something that elicited a reaction but Green Specter could only focus on the warmth of Sadie’s body and the softness of her touch. Their naked tits mashed together as Sadie continued kissing her. She gasped when she felt fingers push inside of her and began gently probing. Sadie played with her clit, using a finger to gently toy with it and sending waves of ecstasy throughout the heroine’s body. At the same time, Sadie grabbed Green Specter’s arms with her other hand and held both of her wrists above her head, making her completely helpless.

They two women looked each other in the eye and Sadie licked her lips and picked up the pace of her fingering when she saw Green Specter was flush. Sadie mouthed something, but the heroine was so overwhelmed, her mind so foggy, that all she saw was the woman’s lips moving. Green Specter’s toes curled, she felt herself growing wet, the muscles of her core tightened. Time seemed to move in a broken montage as Sadie pushed in deeper. There was more commotion from the crowd and Green Specter felt herself coming closer to the edge. Sadie then grinned, gave one strong, forceful thrust, and Green Specter cried out as her entire body convulsed, her pussy seized around Sadie’s fingers, and she felt herself soak them before everything suddenly went blurry.

Moments later, Green Specter was on her hands and knees, naked chest heaving, sweat dripping from her body, heart racing. Her costume was in a pile on the ground under her, and it took her a few moments to realize she was back outside. Someone tapped her on the shoulder and she turned to see Sadie, dressed in her tuxedo and top hat.

“W...wha…?” the heroine asked, confused.

“House of Mirrors,” Sadie said, looking at her black-painted nails in boredom. “That’s where you’ll find Ring Master.”

And then she went back into the tent.

Green Specter blinked, wondering what just happened. She waited a few more minutes before grabbing her costume. She got up and stumbled. Her legs felt like noodles and her pussy twitched. She focused and began walking in the direction of the House of Mirrors after a few more moments of coming to her senses.

***

Ms. Americana stood outside the House of Mirrors, a building that had mirrors right at the entrance, and whose opening created an illusion of a corridor that stretched onward forever. An uneasy feeling settled in the pit of her stomach and she turned when she heard footsteps. Green Specter walked up, adjusting her costume top.

“What happened to you?” Americana asked.

“Not important,” Green Specter said quickly. “I was told Ring Master is in there. Let’s get this over with so we can get the hell out of here.”

“Agreed.”

They entered the House of Mirrors and found the space difficult to navigate. The walls, ceiling, and even the floor reflected their images back at them, making the experience of even walking disorienting. Some mirrors distorted their images, making them abnormally tall and elongated. Others made them wider than they were tall, and others showed their normal images back at them.

Green Specter looked back and realized that the path behind them wasn’t the way they came in, as it was just more wall-to-ceiling mirrored space. “How do we get out of here?”

Americana turned and looked. “I...what the hell..?”

Green Specter then gasped. “Behind you!”

Americana turned around just in time to see a big fist fly at her face. It sent her crashing into a mirror the cracked on impact. As she recovered, Green Specter took a fighting stance and stared down Mr. Hardy, who cracked his knuckles and smirked before beckoning her. She ran at him and threw a punch, but all it did was shatter glass. She pulled her fist back and tree-trunk like arms wrapped around her, pinning her arms to her sides. Green Specter cried out and kicked, trying to get out of Hardy’s grip, but the big man chuckled and licked the side of the heroine’s face before dropping her. She spun around and Americana rushed to her side. They stood back to back and found themselves surrounded by him on all sides. It was impossible to tell which one was the real Hardy.  The heroines both charged in different directions and threw punches but only shattered more glass.

The same scene repeated over and over. Hardy appeared in front of them, they lashed out, and their attacks only resulted in more broken mirrors. And even then, there seemed to be no end to the mirrors. The broken ones seemed to get replaced, and Hardy continued taunting them from wherever he really was. With time, the two heroines grew increasingly frustrated. Their massive tits heaved with labored breath and they lashed out blindly at any image of the strongman that appeared. After a few more broken mirrors, Hardy laughed out loud at them from behind. Both women spun, throwing punches and found their marks in the center of each other’s faces.

“Agh!” Americana groaned, holding her face.

“Gyah!” Green Specter cried, stumbling and holding her nose. They looked at each other with watery eyes and each felt a massive hand grab a fistful of hair. Hardy suddenly stood between them, and before they could react, he slammed their heads together, knocking both heroines out cold.

The big man smirked and rubbed his meaty hands together, taking in the bounty laying stretched out before him. He reached down and pulled off Americana’s top, letting her meaty 38Gs spill out. He sat down next to the unconscious heroine and held her upper body up before he began sucking on a tit, licking on the soft skin and biting the nipple gently. He then drew his tongue up her chest and, while using one hand to prop her head up, began kissing her. He then broke off and pulled off the heroine’s bikini bottoms. He lifted her legs high in the air, drawing his tongue across the smooth, taut skin, before going down and plunging into her vulnerable pussy. Ms. Americana was damp and sweet, and Mr. Hardy chuckled as he began taking in her taste, using the whole of his tongue to explore her.

The unconscious heroine stirred and moaned lightly and Mr. Hardy stopped long enough to eye her. When she didn’t wake up, he put his face back down in her snatch and continued eating, only to stop when he felt a small hand on his broad shoulder.

“Now, now, Mr. Hardy, there will be plenty of time for that later,” The Ring Master said, standing behind the giant brute. He walked over and knelt next to Green Specter before cupping a tit and touching the side of her face. “They are exquisite indeed.” He smiled and pat Hardy on the arm. “Come, we’ve been summoned by the Management. He wants to meet the two newest employees.”

Ring Master then walked away, deeper into the House of Mirrors, while whistling a tune. Mr. Hardy simply grunted and got up. He slung Americana over one shoulder and carried Green Specter under his other arm while following his boss.

***

Americana woke with a start and looked around to find herself in an office with red walls. She looked to her right and saw Green Specter sitting next to her, bound to a chair with steel cuffs. She stared straight ahead and Americana looked down to see she was bound to a chair too. She tried to break the bonds, but even her strength was not enough. When she looked up, Ring Master sat on the other side of the desk. Hardy was to his right and Sadie on his left, looking at her nails.

“Ladies, welcome,” Ring Master grinned.

“What is this Ring Master?” Americana demanded.

“This is Spookytown, my dear. Greatest place on Earth.”

“What did you do to this place? Where the hell have you been for the last year?”

He thought about the question and leaned back in his chair. “An interesting choice of words,” he finally said. “This is not my doing. I’m simply a humble servant. You see, my companions and I have been on something of a journey. We’ve seen...things...joyous things, horrible things, that which stalks just beyond the veil of our reality.”

“What are you talking about?” Green Specter asked.

“You both will see soon enough. Our reality is so much more twisted than either of you realize. You, your compatriots, and so many people are blind to it, but we will help you to see it.”

A sudden chill ran down the spines of both heroines and they looked at each other with worry. Americana then turned to him and worked up the courage to speak. “What do you plan on doing with us?”

“That isn’t up to me,” Ring Master said. “As our fate was in the hands of the Management, so too will yours be.”

“Management…?” Green Specter asked.

Suddenly, the room grew cold as the door opened and closed. Ring Master, Sadie, and Hardy straightened up and looked. The heroines turned to see an impossibly tall figure enter the room. He wore a black overcoat and wide-brimmed hat and had pale, almost translucent skin. He ignored the pair and walked around the desk to stand behind Ring Master. Both Hardy and Sadie moved away from him, the fear in their eyes evident. The tall figure regarded the heroines quietly before putting a pale, thin hand on Ring Master’s shoulder. His nails were long, stained talons. He leaned in and whispered something in Ring Master’s ear. His face was obscured under the brim of his hat. The heroines saw his teeth were black-stained fangs. Then, without ceremony, he tipped his hat to the heroines and walked back around the desk. The figure stepped between the heroines and pause. He extended one finger and hooked Green Specter’s pale shoulder. She winced as his nail pierced her. The figure then turned to Americana and with his other finger, he drew invisible lines at the corners of his mouth, like a smile. Without a word, the figure then walked past them. The door opened and then closed.

Americana felt a trickle of sweat and looked down. “The man with the sallow skin…”

Ring Master watched the grim figure leave before all the muscles in his body relaxed again. He then smiled. “Ladies, the Management would like to welcome you both as the newest members of the Spookytown USA family. You’ll come to love it in time.”

Before they could respond, the room plunged into darkness and the heroines could only see each other.

“Ring Master!” Americana cried out. “RING MASTER!” She screamed, her voice steeped in panic.

“B...Brenda, what’s happening?” Green Specter looked around frantically. “BRENDA!”

Ms. Americana turned just in time to see ghostly hands reach out from the shadows and grab Green Specter and pull her screaming into the darkness. She then felt their cold touch, on her tits, on her tummy, on her thighs and face as they pulled at her. She let out a scream until a hand muffled her and she felt herself melt into the nothingness around her.

III – A Day Later

“This place is super creepy,” Lydia Willis said, standing outside the gates of Spooktown USA. “Where did you hear about it?”

“I saw an ad online,” Summer Morgan said with a shrug. They were surrounded by a crowd of customers going in and walked into the theme park. “Not too many of these weird old-timey carnivals left. We should check it out.”

“No, we should be out looking for Brenda and your mom. No one’s seen them since yesterday.”

“I’m sure they’re fine,” Summer said. “We have the night off. Let’s enjoy it.”

The two teens walked around the park, moving through the crowd and eyeing the attractions. They passed a pair of conjoined twins sitting on a pedestal in front of onlookers,  two thin women joined at the head. They both looked at the teens and waved at the same time, the the teens quickly looked away and picked up their pace.

They passed one tent with a sign that said, “The Incredible Flying Woman”. While Lydia watched one of the carnival games, Summer poked her head in the tent. Inside, a tall, busty woman with a shaved head was suspended above the crowd, hooks through skin connected to chains keeping her aloft. She had a ball gag in her mouth and looked out over the crowd, holding her arms out as they applauded.

Summer looked at her, not able to fight the feeling that something was familiar about the woman. She then locked eyes with her and the woman stared at Summer long enough that the teen quickly turned and walked away and across the path toward Lydia.

“What’s with you?” Lydia asked.

“Nothing…” Summer said, looking back at the tent. “We should…”

“Hey ladies!”

The two teens jumped when a clown popped up out of nowhere. She was a tall woman, easily six feet, with generous curves and an athletic build. She wore red, white, and blue face paint to match her low cut dress and her hair was dyed in similar fashion.

“I’m Liberty the Clown, how do you do?” she asked, extending a hand.

“Uh…” Lydia said, taking her hand and getting a small shock.

Liberty laughed hysterically and showed the buzzer in her hand. Lydia looked the clown in her blue eyes and felt something familiar for a moment before shaking her head. She then turned to Summer.

“Like I said, creepy. Let’s get out of here.”

“Yeah…” Summer said. They turned to leave, only to find Liberty in front of them. They turned to walk the other way and the tall, busty clown put her arms around their shoulders.

“Going already?” She pouted. “You can’t leave without visiting the House of Mirrors.”

“We really should go…” Summer said.

“I know you’ll love it,” Liberty told them.

Before the teens could say anything, she was guiding them to the building, just up ahead.

“Once you go in, you’ll never want to leave,” Liberty said with an unhinged cackle as she led them to the entrance.

The End