Red. Bloody.
Bloody red.
The inside is fierier than the vermillion Naomi knows and they didn’t even reach the heart of the tent yet. Every corner is filled with mirrors that haunt them the more they get deeper inside. It doesn’t appear this big from the outside. Stripes of white, red, and black in the walls almost make the atmosphere spin. Not to mention that it only intensifies the creepy and ominous aura inside the clown’s head.
And then there’s circus music. Demonic laughters make her knees wobbly, as if she wasn’t with an actual one. She stopped to catch her breath. She wouldn’t make it past this hallway if she turns into vegetable this early. Get it together, Naomi.
“Let me walk first, sweetheart.”
Oh.
“F-fine.”
Somewhere between the cracks of her panicking mind, Naomi wa
