Haunted Circus

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Foxtober: Ghosts

A bright, white spotlight abruptly turned on- shining on a black, large stage. The crowd all around, covered in darkness, quickly became quiet- all eyes on the light in anticipation. In the light stood a tall figure, her large arms lying on either side of her body absently. A bright white smile spread across her face, black eyes glaring ahead with ruby eyes glowing in the middle of the vast sea of black. She wore a tight dark blue uniform, a white shirt hugging her body under the opened jacket. One of her hands gripped a long stick- which was entirely black, other than the bottom being a stark white and a white stripe in the upper middle. 
She lifted her other arm in the air- fingers tightening into a fist other than her pointer finger, which pointed up at the sky. As the audience looked up, following her finger, she let out a laugh as sudden and loud as an explosion- throwing her head back as her jaws went agape. "Oh, My~!" She cackled "You're all in for such a treat~" She purred with loud laughs.

On cue, all the lights turned on- all positioned towards the stage. Immediately, numerous individuals were revealed- who quickly sprang into action as soon as the light hit them. Ghouls bungeed from the ceiling, spirits swinging on swings and clutching onto each other's feet or hands- jumping and exchanging positions. The crowd roared, cheers sounding as they feasted their eyes on the fabulous performance. 

Clouds of spirits surfaced from behind the stage, all flowing like fog towards the tall ringmaster- the ground below her slowly lifted. She now stood on a pedestal, taller than the rest and much mightier, as the clouds of spirits swarmed from below. Hands continuously reached out, screaming faces surfacing and drowning with the hands. 
Tall, deformed creatures slowly walked out, long skinny legs trembling with every step as if they were about to fall, but they never did. Some had wicked smiles, and some had no faces at all. They were twice the height of the ringmaster gesturing to all the performers. Hands from the clouds of spirits suddenly surfaced higher- grabbing onto her legs and tugging, but she showed no fear or sign of falling. 

She jerked backwards abruptly, though not toppling over, she jerked side to side like a zombie until massive- long tentacles floated out from behind her, some disappearing into the mist and some lifting into the air. 
With an uncanny, hysterical laugh, she boomed- opening her arms out wide. 

"Welcome to the Haunted Circus~!" She roared.