Carnival of Horrors: Pulp Fiction

by Mark Rich

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  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Table Of Contents | Carnival Of Horror | I Thought I Saw A Clown | A Ouija Board Is Nothing To Play With | The Curse Of Madera Heights

  Carnival Of Horror

  I Thought I Saw A Clown

  A Ouija Board Is Nothing To Play With

  The Curse Of Madera Heights

  Table Of Contents

  Carnival Of Horror

  I Thought I Saw A Clown

  A Ouija Board Is Nothing To Play With

  The Curse Of Madera Heights

  Carnival Of Horror

  In the summer of 2006 in Kansas city, a small carnival comes to town.

  “Come on folks only $5.00 dollars to see the famous Bala and his performing Cobras. See the the deadliest vipers from the far east perform great tricks.But don't get to close.One bite and you are assured death.” Bala played his magical flute and the king cobras rose out of the woven baskets. “That gives me the chills!” One spectator blurts out.

  “I hate them, I hate them all. I will be glad when I can stop doing these two bit performances.” Bala thought to himself. But Bala had no intention of leaving the carnival until he got what he wanted, Sherry Fremont. She was one of the carnival attractions as well. She was a carnival dancer the prettiest by far. As bad as Bala wanted to marry Sherry, the chances of it happening was zero to none. She was sprung on a guy named Joe who worked at the carnival as well he worked at the shooting range giving out toys.

  Later that evening after Bala's last performance.

  “Hey Sherry, do you have a minute?” There is something I would like to talk to you about. Step into my tent please!”

  “ What! What do you want Bala?” Sherry replied with a surprised look.

  In his tent there are at least thirty large venomous snakes.

  “The snakes give me the creeps, but what do you want Bala? I have to hurry, I have a date with Joe.”

  “I want to explain, why I have toured with this low budget operation. For the last three months. I wanted to be near you! I love you and want you to be my wife!” Sherry looked stunned but not in a good way.

  “You have got to be kidding?”

  “You think I am a Joke! Someone to be laughed at Sherry?” Bala became angry.

  “Ha-Ha-Ha—You really mean it. This is to funny wait until I tell Joe. Marry you Ha-Ha-Ha!”

  That night on her date with Joe.

  “So that crazy snake charmer proposes to me, can you believe it Joe. That turban wearing fool, thought I would marry him I almost died of laughter.”

  “You might want to think about what he was saying. I mean let's face it you are not going to get rich dancing or with me running a shooting gallery. I hear Bala is loaded and doesn't trust banks, you might want to reconsider.”

  “What are you saying Joe?”

  “I have an idea Sherry! I will let you in on it tomorrow!”

  The next evening after the carnival closed, Sherry stopped Bala, on his way to retire to his tent for the night.

  “Bala last night I gave a lot of thought about what you asked me!”

  “Yes!” Bala replied. “ I..... Wait let's go into my tent Sherry were we will have some privacy.”

  “Bala I just want someone who can take care of me. I am tired of dancing for a living, could you take care of me like that?”

  “Bala has plenty money. Look!” He opened the lid to one of his woven baskets and the head of a king cobra came up. “ AAH! Put that thing away, I like you honey but I hate your pets!”

  Bala pulled a large brown envelope from the basket.

  “You see I have lots of money,I keep it here guarded by my faithful cobras.”

  “Suppose I said yes and married you Bala, would you take me from this dreadful circus?”

  “Of course I would, we could go back to my home country India.”

  3:30 am that next morning. “Bala should be sleeping by now. But those snakes scare me!”

  “Don't worry about the cobras Sherry! I will take care of them, no problem.” Joe and Sherry crept up on the magicians tent.

  “I'll take care of Bala too. Trying to move in on my lady, the nerve of that guy!”

  “Let's hurry and get this over with Joe.” I am going to turn my head I don't want to see it!” Joe stood over what looked like Bala, sleeping with his head under the covers.

  “It won't be more than five minutes Sherry, he's sleeping like a baby.

  Nobody likes this guy anyway,he always thought he was better than us. There not going to make a fuss when he comes up dead.” Joe raised his hand over the sleeping Bala.

  Joe took the hunting knife and stabbed repeatedly into the blanket covered body. “Got him! Now let's get the cash and bounce!”

  “What about that cobra guarding the money?”

  “I told you I know what to do.” He took a wooden pole and tied the hunting knife to it, lifted the basket and very quickly stabbed and killed the giant king cobra.

  “Wow look at all this cash, there must be at least fifty thousand dollars in here! This is enough for us to get out of the country and start over some were else!”

  “Come on let's get out of here Joe!”

  “You two are not going anywhere!”

  “Bala! But I stabbed you!” Joe looked at Bala holding the pistol puzzled.

  “That was a dummy you stabbed! Dummy!”

  “Take it easy with that gat Bala, someone may get hurt.”

  “Shut up peasant!” Bala had a look of a mad man as he waived the pistol back and forth.

  “Are you going to kill us Bala please don't kill us!” Sherry begs for her life.

  “ I am not going to kill you, but both of you have to drink some of this.” Bala took a small vial of a blue liquid out of his pocket and made Sherry and Joe drink the contents.

  The next morning. “ I am really sad to see you go Bala you were bringing in some nice crowds.” The owner of the carnival tells Bala as he packs to leave. “If you're ever back in the states and need some work look me up Bala.”

  “Will do!”

  “And by the way have you seen Joe or Sherry?”

  “ No I haven't”

  “They were supposed to meet with me this morning I guess there just running late.”

  Three months later in Surat India.

  “Come one come all and see the great Bala, snake show. He has brought with him, some of the most exotic snakes from the United States.

  Just $50.00 dollars, to see the world's most bizarre species of reptile around.”

  The curtain lifts and Bala begins playing his magic flute. The heads of two large king cobras emerge. The crowd goes into shock.

  Both snakes have human heads one belonging to Sherry Fremont the othe
r snake had the head of Joe Conley.

  I Thought I Saw A Clown

  “And now ladies and gentlemen without further ado it is an honor and a privilege to present Bozo the clown.” The crowd in Fairfield California rise to their feet and cheer.

  The two partners who owned the circus had a good thing going, Jeff Wells and Robert Stamps. They had been friends for years and now they owned a successful business together. It seemed on the surface everything was fine. But everything was anything but fine. Jeff was not only an active owner. He also acted as a circus clown. Bozo the clown.

  As the show progressed, Robert observed from the sidelines.

  You're a good clown Wells! It's too bad that when I get rid of you. I'll also be getting rid of Bozo. But the circus will be mine all mine. Robert mulled as he watched the show.

  Later that evening as the two owners count the night's receipts,the scandalous Stamps executes his dirty scheme.

  “Another good night's take for us huh Robert?”

  “You mean another good night for me Jeff!”

  Robert shot Jeff in the back several times,the gun had a silencer so little noise was made.

  “ I would have thought you would have died laughing, as much as you laughed when you were alive.” Robert says sarcastically over Jeff's dead body.

  Robert then ransacked their office to make it look like a robbery. Fifteen minutes later “Somebody call the police, Jeff has been shot it looks like a robbery.” Robert yelled to the other circus employees. The police showed up about an hour later and after investigating the crime scene, chalked it up as a random robbery. I did it. The perfect crime.

  Robert thought to himself as the police packed up and left.

  The next day Robert held a meeting with the other circus employees.

  “It's really sad what happened to Jeff. But you know that old saying. The show must go on.”

  That evening Robert acted as Ringmaster to open the show.

  “Now ladies and gentlemen I introduce to you, the sensational knife

  thrower Thor and his beautiful partner Nadica.” The crowd explodes in applause. The brilliant act went on flawlessly until Thor, hurls the final knife. He gets distracted by the sight of a dead man. “ Bozo! What The ?” The knife thrower shouts.

  But it's too late.The razor sharp knife has already left his hand and then Nadica screams in pain. The razor sharp throwing knife, embeds itself into her chest. The audience shrills in horror. The lights go off and they stop the show.

  “I saw him it was Bozo! I saw him standing next to Nadica it ruined my aim!”

  “Have you lost your mind Thor! You just killed that young girl, in front of packed house, I am ruined.” Robert paced back and forth shaking his head.

  “But I tell you Robert. I am not lying, I saw Bozo!”

  “Thor has lost his mind!” Two policeman that were at the show escorted Thor away for questioning. Later after everyone had left, Robert returned to the scene of the young girl's grisly demise.

  While Robert looked around replaying the gruesome scenes of the night's events in his head. He swore he could hear Jeff laughing, he looked around but the large circus tent was empty. And just when he was about to leave. “No! It can't be.” He found one of Jeff's, gloves on the ground. It worried Robert all night. He didn't get much sleep. The next day the show went on as usual.

  “This is what I have been waiting to see! Daredevil Dale!” a person in the crowd shouts out.

  “He is good! I saw him last year, he has a great show.” Another woman comments. Daredevil Dale revved his motorcycle at the bottom of the ramp. Getting ready to do a stunt, he has done so many times before. And just as he began his fast trek up the ramps slope. He saw Bozo standing on a platform. Right in front of the burning circle. He was supposed to drive the motorcycle through.

  “What The..... I have veered to the right Oh NO!” Dale made a loud shriek as he went through the burning hoop. He was way off and his clothes caught fire quickly. He then crash landed, with his whole body

  on fire. Robert rushed to the center of the ring. “ Dale!”

  “I saw Bozo... AAAAAAAHHHH!” Dale screamed.

  He could not continue talking, the fire had overwhelmed him. The stench of his burning body filled the large circus tent. Bad news travels quickly and the tragic death of Daredevil Dale. Resulted in a large drop in Robert's business. The circus then traveled to Stockton. But opening night was a disaster. Robert stood not far from the ticket booth and he could hear people passing by. “You wouldn't catch me in there, that circus is cursed.” I cannot believe I am being ruined by these fool's superstitions. Robert thought to himself, as he saw people passing by but refusing to enter. I am ruined! I wonder if Jeff has really come back from the dead. Robert went to his office to try and make sense of what's happening. when He began hearing Bozo's laugh again.

  I hear it ! I am not dreaming. This is real. He got up from his desk and went in the direction of the laughing he heard. As he got closer and closer to the back part of the main tent, were they kept the animals. He saw with his own eyes Bozo. “No!No! I killed you! I shot you dead this is impossible!” Bozo started coming closer to Robert making his weird Bozo the clown laughing sound. “No! Stay away I killed you. This is not supposed to happen!” But the clown kept getting closer and closer until Robert in a fear stricken panic. Ran towards the animal cages ignoring the warning signs. He opened a steel reinforced door and then slammed it shut with a sigh of relief.

  The next morning some of the animal handlers went to check on the lions cage. “OH NO!” He sees the Lion licking its chops and paws.The

  shredded remains of Robert's clothes were all that was left of Robert.

  He had inadvertently ran right into the Lion's cage.

  “What made him go into his cage?” One attendant asked.

  “I couldn't tell you if my life depended on it!”

  The animal handlers faces turned ghost white. “That laugh! That laugh it's BOZO!”

  A Ouija Board Is Nothing To Play With

  I have got to write this down and tell my story, before it's too late.

  What you are about to read is going to be shocking and may sound crazy, but it's true. Me and my girl Vonnie had been dating for six months. One weekend when her parents were out of town. I came over to spend the night. Me and Vonnie both go to USC. That's were I met her. It was the first weekend of spring break on a Friday night.

  “What's up baby I missed you so much!” Vonnie gretted me at the door.

  “You just saw me earlier today!” I told her and then laughed.

  “You know I get withdrawals, when I go without my chocolate daddy!” she then kissed me. I really liked Vonnie she was very pretty, but what I really liked about her is how she treated me.

  “Baby I have already fried the fish, the greens and cornbread should be ready in a little bit.”

  “That's what I'm talking about!” My girl Vonnie could fry some mean red snapper. After we ate. We drank some wine and watched satellite TV. While flicking through the channels, we caught a movie about Ouija Boards. “Hey!You know I have one of those in my room upstairs Rod. Do you want to play with it?”

  “I don't know, I was always told growing up, that those things were witchcraft and voodoo. Not to be played with.”

  “What idiot told you that?”

  “ My mother!”

  “I am sorry Rod. I wasn't trying to rank on your mother!”

  “ I know you wasn't, because my mom would whoop your A$$!”

  She laughed at that, I always loved to hear her laugh. Like always she talked me into it. Before I knew it I was playing with her Ouija board. We asked it a few questions and sometimes it did feel like the little glass magnifying glass, was moving on its own. But I could never bring myself to really believe that there was anything to the simple board game. It wasn't until Vonnie asked this one question that things began to spin out of control.

  “ Can I really get possessed by a demon yes or
no?” Vonnie asked the board. The magnifying glass veered towards no for a brief moment and then shot to were yes was spelled on the board. That time it kinda of

  spooked me out, because I could literally feel the glass game piece move with force. At that point I told Vonnie.

  “ That's enough of playing this stupid game. How about you coming over here and giving me some wet lip?”

  Vonnie's eyes rolled and she began screaming hysterically.

  “What's Wrong Baby! What Is It!” she shook violently for a brief moment and then collapsed on the floor. I ran to her and then she started laughing in an eerie tone.

  “Are you alright Vonnie!” Then she said “uoy era giong ot ied!”

  In a very deep masculine baritone voice that I never heard before.

  “Alright Vonnie if this is some kind of joke. It isn’t funny anymore.”

  Then she started back talking normal, as if nothing had happened.

  “Seriously! Vonnie are you alright?”

  “ I guess It felt like I blacked out for a minute, let me get some water.” “No sit down I'll get it for you.” When I came back with the glass of water. Vonnie had her head laying down, face first into a pillow.

  “ Here baby! Some water. Maybe it will make you feel better!” Vonnie just layed there and did not respond. So I shook her “Vonnie get up!” when she lifted her head and turned were I could see her face, I was horrified. Vonnie's face had changed to look like a middle aged Indian woman. I began to tremble in fear and then by the time I blinked my eyes, because I could not believe what I was seeing. Vonnie had transformed back to normal. Then she began talking in a little girls voice. And started repeating that same weird chant she was saying earlier “ uoy era giong ot ied”

  It wasn't until later that I discovered by reading paranormal books, that she was talking backwards. She was actually saying “You Are Going To Die!” By then I became really concerned and then she peed on herself. “Baby let me get you cleaned up!” I took her to the bathroom and ran a hot shower for her. And as I put her into the shower she said something that almost made me pee on myself.