Victoria Red
There was a small but excited crowd gathered by the outside of a public park and near the car-park of a building that was hidden by some bushes and a couple of trees. I joined the crowd made up of about twenty people, discovering that this was some sort of musical performance, despite the awkward environment and aura it would be taking place within. The crowd eagerly conversed about 'Victoria Red', an ageing old woman that apparently performed 'mesmerising' shows. I saw, placed on top of the grass, five wooden miniature desks; they were all at different heights and were organised in a circular fashion.
Out of the park's entrance, and into the outer spot of grass, came a ragged old woman with an enormous nose that dangled onto her chin; red un-brushed hair falling off onto all locations of her tatty, grey coat; she always kept her mouth wide open, revealing a set of scraggy, yellow teeth; she wore sunglasses coupled by an American baseball hat; and she carried a bag. Never at a sight of a person had I felt such a fright, and a horrid repugnance covered my mind. The crowd went ecstatic, clapping and hollering like mad: "Victorrrrriiiiarrrrrr!!!!!! Yesssssss!!!!!!!!!!"
She left her bag on the floor, taking out pieces of what appeared to be some kind of meat, as she rested each separate piece across the five desks differing in height and position. After doing this, she took out an axe out of the same bag which, when visible, propelled a huge roar out of the small audience. Victoria took the axe and whammed it violently on each desk where the meat was positioned, as it swished out a relentless stream of blood, covering the front row of attendees (this was pleasurable for them). My heart jumped at each hit she knocked out on the meat: BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!
After a while of relatively slow-paced meat-whacking the old woman got more and more agitated, moving her axe up and down as quickly as possible, oozing out blood in a rapid, brutal pace, reaching a deeper end of the delighted audience; it got to the end of my shoes and I was at the far back. There was, now, nothing left to whack; the meat became an indistinguishable, disintegrated substance. But this did not stop her since she kept hitting every single desk again and again: BANG! BANG! Although it did not bring to me the same fright her initial whacking did, but it still made me jump out of the ground in shock, feeling a slightly more diluted thump on my heart.
She finally stopped, with the desks, curiously enough, not having received any damage whatsoever. The crowd went even crazier now than their initial reception towards her, with each single attendee, apart from me, shrieking aloud: "Encore! Encore! Encore!" The woman kept her mouth wide open in the the exact way she retained it throughout her 'performance', not revealing one minuscule expression pointing towards any sign of feeling or life. She left through the entrance of the park; she wasn't rendered visible when walking into it as bushes prevented this. Everyone else talked and talked in awe. I left for the street that stood behind the car-park.
Two days later I went out for a walk on this very same street I left for, and I decided to approach the park that lay beneath the building's car-park that and beneath the blotch of grass where I saw Victoria Red perform on. I saw a bench on this very spot which I didn't notice that day - possibly because it was covered by the audience. A young woman was sitting on it. I was about to enter the park until I was stopped by a question of hers: "Have you come to see Victoria Red perform?"
After she said this I realised that the five small desks were set out in the exact same manner as two days ago. I was very curious about how none of the crowd previously present were attending, as they seemed to be very avid fans. I didn't see the girl within the audience on that occasion; it was solely constituted by males.
"No, I was just going for a walk in the park, but I did actually see her two days ago," I answered.
I finished saying this and I got the strongest shock of my life. I saw Victoria Red herself appear a step in front of me while she was departing the park. Pom, pom, pom went my heart in panic. She passed me and the bench with the girl sat on it; she took the meat out of the bag in the exact way as before, positioning the pieces on the desks. I sat down on the bench, next to the girl, while Victoria did all this. Victoria took the axe, lifted it, and whacked the middle desk in front of us with all her power, splattering a load of blood emanating out of the meat that fell right in front of our feet. We both, simultaneously, ran for our lives, mortified. I took hold of the girls' hand while running because I did not want to lose her pace. I looked back at Victoria, whom no longer having an audience, gathered her meat and axe, inserted them inside her bag, and walked towards the entrance of the park. She looked back at me with the exact nightmarish look she always carried on her ugly, looming face: open-mouthed indifference. I turned my head back to the rapidly approximating street that filled my vision, and I felt the girl's hand grip my own.