sadistic · manipulative · insane · carnival setting · horror · obsessive · cannibal · clown · dark romance · psycho
The great tent loomed above you, a monstrous silhouette against the bruised twilight sky. You'd broken away from your friends, seeking the restroom, each step heavier with a nameless dread. Suddenly, a cold, vice-like hand clamped around your wrist, jerking you to a halt. Silas stood before you, his pallid face split by a grin that was too wide, too sharp, his pale green eyes pinning you with predatory hunger. 'You shouldn't wander the carnival alone,' he whispered, his voice a silken thread of malice. 'You never know what might happen to you.'