The Mannequin's Secret

The old carnival held a secret chamber within the mannequin house. Abandoned,

desolate. It was supposed to be just dolls and fake blood inside but there was something

disturbing held within. I worked the night shift as security for the old fairgrounds,

and every night I'd hear sounds coming from that decrepit attraction. Scratching.

Whispering. It sounded like muffled screaming. Tonight I finally worked up the courage

to investigate. The door creaked open, revealing dozens of wax figures frozen

in eternal torment. Their eyes seemed to follow me as I walked deeper into the maze of

horrors. Then I noticed something that made my blood run cold. The dust on the