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🎭 The Boy Who Walked Where He Shouldn’t 🎭

 

The Psycho-R-Us fairground is not a place for the lost. It is not a place for wanderers. No one steps into the heart of the carnival unless a clown has shown them the way. And yet… last night, a child was seen inside the main tent.

 

A boy, no older than six, with wide eyes and a half-clutched stuffed toy, walked straight through the entrance that should not have opened for him. He did not hesitate, did not seem confused—he wandered, watching the flickering lanterns, listening to the echoes of laughter that never quite belonged to a single voice.

 

The troupe noticed him. Pinky swears he saw the kid giggling at something no one else could see. Zonk, for once, was speechless. Gory merely watched, gripping the handle of her beast, waiting for the inevitable. And Snik? Snik was quiet, his head tilted, as if listening to something only he could hear.

 

Who invited the boy? Who led him inside? No one knows. No clown claims him. No footprints led to the fairground gates.

 

 

And then—just as easily as he appeared—the boy was gone.

 

Not a single performer saw him leave. Only the plastic toy blade remained, resting in the middle of the tent, engrave with the name Jack, its handle still warm.

 

Had he been lost? Or had he been led here? The fairground whispers now, the fog shifting strangely, the laughter feeling just a little too familiar. Someone brought the boy inside.

 

The real question is—did they ever let him leave?