The Funhouse Finale

Everyone warned me about the old funhouse at the edge of town. They said a murder

clown died there years ago—shot by police after locking people inside and forcing them to

“play.” before the story continues, please like comment and subscribe to

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the story. I didn’t believe in ghost stories. Until I got stuck inside.

The doors slammed shut behind me, lights flickering red and white. A speaker crackled

to life. Soft carnival music began to play. Then a voice laughed. Low.

Wet. “Welcome back,” it said. “I missed having an audience.”