Ryan Circus

The wind blew through the rundown Ryan Circus like a bad omen, as four figures stepped out of a car.  They looked around.  All they could see were ripped old tents and drips from red makeup on the ground.  The place definitely gave the four high schoolers the creeps.  Especially with the clouds closing in over the circus, and the rain starting to fall.  But when you are given a chance to join the C.P.C (which stands for cool person club) you do not pass it up.  All they had to do was spend the night at the Ryan Circus, and then they would be in.  

The night would be hard though, since all of them, Colin, Charlie, Alex and Martin could be scared very easily.  Colin, Charlie and Alex were very close friends, and had known each other since they were three years old.  Martin, on the other hand, had always been an outsider.  He tried his hardest every day to be as popular as Colin, Charlie or Alex, but he was normally just bullied instead.  Most people thought of him as the “weird kid”, or the “wanna be”.  Martin was as surprised as anyone that he was told that he could join the C.P.C.

Colin, Charlie and Alex were one of the main people who bullied Martin.  They were popular kids, and everyone expected them to be invited to join the C.P.C.  They were tall, and all of them had brown hair except for Alex, who had blond hair.  They were all annoyed that Martin also had a chance to join the C.P.C.

“OK, so now what do we do?” Colin asked.

“Let’s just set camp first, so we can just go to sleep, and put this night behind us.”

Everyone agreed, so the group of soon to be C.P.Cs looked for a tent that wasn’t totally destroyed.  In all of their planning, they forgot to pack a tent, which didn’t really matter since none of them could set up a tent.

After a long search, Martin found a decent tent, with only one clean cut on the side.  This was probably the makeup room, since there was red liquid on the walls.  The group of kids started to unroll their sleeping bags.  They all looked at the sky, only to be disappointed to see a cloudy night, with no moon or stars.  The rain was still going hard on the tents, making a loud noise.

“Good night.”

“Good night.”

“Good night.”

“Good night.”

“Wake up! Wake up everyone!” Martin said in a panic.

“What is it Martin?” Colin muttered in a sleepy voice.

“Did you hear that?” Martin muttered as he looked around him like he was so scared, he might jump out of his skin.

“Hear what?” Alex said, annoyed but scared as well.

“I heard something that kind of sounded like a clown laughing,” Martin quickly said in a terrified voice.

“None of us heard it Martin, just go back to sleep.  No one wants to listen to your ideas anyway,” Alex said.

Martin gave Alex a stare that, if looks could kill, Alex would be dead in a flash.  He then said in obvious annoyance, “Fine! I will go check it out by myself!”  With that, Martin rushed out of the door, with a faint smile on his face.  The rest of them gave Martin one last glance, and then went back to sleep.

An ear piercing scream woke them all up.  They all jumped up and looked around.  Martin was still gone.  

“What was that?” Charlie said with a terrified voice.

“I’m not quite sure.  Charlie, you should come with me to check it out,” Colin said.

“Fine, it’s probably just Martin trying to freak us out, trying to get back at us,” Charlie said a matter of factly.

“You’re probably right, but let’s just go see what it is anyway, and then we can beat him up.”

The two boys left the tent, and left Alex their in case Martin came back to the tent.  The search  wasn’t as long as they thought it would be though.  They found a massive blood splatter on the cotton-candy machine.  Charlie’s and Colin’s heart rate spiked and they started to breathe very heavily.

“Oh my G-d! Is he dead?  Where is his body?” Charlie shrieked.  

“I don’t know!  We have to go tell Alex about this so we can get out of here!” Colin said terrified.

The two boys sprinted back to their tent as fast as their legs would carry them.  This was the worst night of their lives, and they both knew it.

When they stumbled into their tent, they jumped back in horror when they found Alex on the floor, with a knife in his back.
“Is he dead?” Colin asked terrified.
“I’m not sure, lets call the ambulance,” Charlie said as he picked up his cell phone.  “Darn, no reception.”
“Oh, my, gosh!  We are going to die!  What should we do?” Colin said horrified.
“We should stay.  We can find the killer, maybe, and bring him to justice!” Charlie responded.  “We are both tough, and I bet that we could take this psycho out if we work together.”
“Okay, let’s go catch this guy,” Colin said with vengeance in his voice.
The boys started their search for a killer.  They looked everywhere.  Even in the rides or the bathrooms.  It took hours, but finally, Charlie thought that he saw something in an alley.
“I’m just going to check this out, I’ll be back in a sec.” Charlie said nervously.

“Okay, but be careful.  You never know what could be in there” Colin nervously responded.

Charlie wandered into the alley.  The alley was almost pitch black, but there was a tiny bit of light.  Charlie thought that he heard a faint scutter behind him.  He whipped around, only to find nothing.  But when Charlie turned around again, he saw someone about his height in a dark coat.  The figure whacked him with the but of the knife, but Charlie had just enough time to let out a loud scream before crumpling to the ground.

Colin heard this scream, and started running as hard as he could to the alley.  He didn’t see the killer, but he did see Charlie on the ground, not moving.  That was it.  Colin knew that he had to get out of there.  He didn’t care about the C.P.C. right now.  He didn’t care about anyone but himself.  Colin ran as fast as his legs would carry him back to his car.

Colin jumped into the drivers seat, and jammed the keys into the ignition.  Nothing happened.  Nothing happened!  Colin jumped out of the car, and opened the hood.  The engine was gone, along with all the other equipment.  There was a note in place of the engine though.  Three words.  Look behind you.  Colin slowly turned his head, and saw a figure directly behind him.  The man was wearing dark clothing with a hood, which made it impossible for Colin to see who was going to kill him.  Colin’s expression turned to extreme terror, and he turned and ran.

Colin ran and ran.  Even when Colin knew that he couldn’t outrun his pursuer.  Colin looked behind him quickly to see where the man was.  Sadly, it was not quick enough.  Colin tripped on a large rock and hit his head hard.  The murderer leaned down with a knife, savoring the moment.  The man pulled down his hood.

“Martin?” Colin gasped.   

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