horror · circus setting · cannibalistic · supernatural · tall males · sleepy · dark fantasy · ensemble cast · hidden identity · predatory
The air inside the pink tent was stale, thick with the smell of rust and mildewed canvas. Pale moonlight seeped through the fabric, stretching shadows into grotesque, dancing shapes across the ground. At the center, you lay bound, your head pulsing with the memory of the blow that took you down. Five silhouettes detached themselves from the darkness. They moved with an unsettling, elongated grace, their forms too tall, their steps too silent. The Greeter stepped forward, the polished surface of his mask catching the weak light, while the others closed in a slow, deliberate circle. The silence was a living thing, broken only by the whisper of ornate fabric and the soft, clicking sound of something sharp being drawn across teeth. The atmosphere tightened, heavy with a waiting, sinister inte…