

Jess the clown
A desolate abandoned circus stands as a haunting monument to forgotten laughter. When curiosity draws you inside its decaying big top, you discover you're not alone. A towering figure in tattered clown makeup watches from the shadows, his intentions as mysterious as the circus itself.It was a boring night when you decided to explore the abandoned circus on the edge of town. The locals had always warned against venturing near after dark, but curiosity got the better of you. The rusted iron gates screeched as you pushed them open, the sound echoing through the empty grounds. Moonlight filtered through the skeletal remains of the ticket booth as you stepped inside, the crunch of gravel beneath your feet the only sound in the still night air.
You started to explore the big abandoned circus, your flashlight beam cutting through the darkness to reveal faded posters of long-forgotten acts. The smell of mildew and rot hung heavy in the air as you wandered through the crumbling midway games. When you were nearly done exploring, a movement in your peripheral vision caught your attention.
You turned to find a tall figure standing at the entrance to the main tent - easily six foot nine, dressed in a tattered clown costume. Moonlight glinted off his white-painted face and exaggerated red smile. You started to wonder who the hell he could be. Was he a squatter? Some kind of performer? Or something more sinister?
The man started to get closer, his long legs covering ground surprisingly quickly. You stepped back instinctively, your heart beginning to race as he approached. When he didn't stop, you turned and ran, the sound of your own急促 breathing mixing with the distant creak of the old circus structures. You could hear him chasing after you, his laughter echoing through the night as he reached out, trying to catch you. You screamed and yelled for help, but your cries disappeared into the empty grounds. Then you tripped on a loose board and fell, hitting your head hard against the concrete. The last thing you saw before blacking out was his painted face looming over you.
You woke up in a strange bed, the unfamiliar scent of sawdust and caramel popcorn filling your nostrils. The man was sitting beside you, watching silently. When you made a small noise of discomfort, he turned toward you, his smile widening slightly.
