My Stuff

 

Book 1

 

The Funhouse

 

Prologue

 

Everyone knows about the old carnival: The funhouse, huge, seemingly endless; odd screams coming from the ghost of the children murdered in there. They say there is something worse than the ghosts of the dead children (makes me sad to think about), but what could be worse than that? What could be worse than poor innocent children murdered in cold blood? And then there are the Things, those who were once ghosts, but evolved into some hideous thing, too horrifying to even name. So there is something worse…. I went in there once, to save my friend Alice. She was dying in there. The only reason we survived was because she has a fear of Death. Or maybe it was Death that was afraid. But she wouldn’t let us die. So, she saved me, not the other way around. Oh, and whoever is reading this, don’t think, Not another love story, because it isn’t. Not at all.

 

 

 

1

The Entrance

 

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh” A bloodcurdling scream came from the funhouse: My friend. How have I gotten this far, I must be REALLY desperate, I thought. I nearly chickened out, but then another scream—louder this time—pushed me on.

It all started with a dare. Patrick had dared Alice to spend the night there and of course, being Alice, she did it. Rebecca had been against it, but Patrick insisted, and Alice, Jake, and Harrison had gone along with it. I didn’t care, I didn’t believe in that ghostlike sort of stuff.

Anyway, back to me (too selfish? Couldn’t think of any other way to say it). I heard  a low warbling sound. Inhuman. The door swung open, inviting me in. I walked in, and the floor seemed to sag beneath me, as if the boards were so weak and light. As if they would break. She’s just trying to scare me with her fake screams, and inhuman warbles.

“Very funny. There’s nothing here, so stop. You were all in on th—”, SNAP! The floor gave way, and I couldn’t ever finish my ‘this’. Thud! I had landed on something soft. I looked at it. It was a body. A dead boy. One of the murdered ones, and there was blood on his shirt. It was coming from the whole in his chest. There was a knife beside him. Who would do this? Oh yeah. A terrorist would. I began to move forward. Red eyes glinted from the darkness. I ran back to the boy, grabbed the knife, and flung it towards the Thing. There was a dying scream, slowly fading away. A horrible thought flashed through my mind: You’re a murderer. It had said. I pushed that thought out of my mind and pressed on.

2

Glavandor

 

As I was walking along, I felt a dip in the ground. I tapped it with my foot, and it made a creaking noise. I stepped back and a blood-red flashlight rolled towards me. I turned it on, and shone it on the dip. In blood—wet blood—was written: Tap it again. And then I did the most stupid thing. I tapped it. The creaking was louder, and the blood changed right before my eyes into: One more time. I did it again (another mistake) and it opened up below me. The flashlight shut off, but the room was well lit. As I landed I caught a glance at a Thing pulling a lever, and then there was a grinding noise. Then I saw the spiked walls closing in on me. I frantically looked around for a door, and saw nothing. I scaled the walls, knocking as I went, and suddenly the noise changed. I listened carefully, and it was different… hollow, maybe. I started pounding on it, and the wall collapsed. I ran inside just as the walls closed completely. And then I noticed: I was stuck.

There was an axe on the ground, and I started to whack it everywhere. There was a shriek, and the axe got stuck in a wall. What if it’s a Thing? I have no defense! I tugged and it flew out.

“John! What are you doing!” someone said.

“Alice? How did you get in here?”

“I ran, idiot. And thanks to you we are practically dead!”

“Shut UP! Now let’s find a way out of here.”

“John, there is no way out.”

“Oh really? Then why did the axe get stuck in this wall,” I pointed to the wall, “And not any other one?”

“Because… wait a second. Try hitting it again” I did so. This time the wall collapsed, and there was enough light to see both me and Alice. Alice was in a ball shape, the most frightened look on her face. That really scared me, because Alice doesn’t get scared.

“Glavandor”, she said randomly.

“What? Alice, I think the fear has gotten to you”

“That was the name of the Thing I saw pulling a lever. It made a humongous speech about how he was going to someday rule all of the Things, and while he was talking I found that hideout”

“Wait, you saw a Thing? So did me! But there was no speech”

Out of nowhere Alice doubled over, seemingly in pain. Her face was twisted in agony.

Oh my god, she is going to die, I thought.

“Ahahahahaha,” a sinister voice said, coming from nowhere. Then I saw it. It was a thing, its long bony fingers creaking when they bent, its head a horrible ugly skull, red demon eyes peering out from behind those disgusting eye sockets.

“My name is Glavandor, and soon I will rule the world. And I have already taken over your little friend, Alice”, It continued.

“How do you know her name?” I replied.

Ah, the walls have ears my boy. Oh, and take it literally.”

“If you kill her—”

“I’m not dying; it was just like… like I was taken over.”

Suddenly, out of nowhere an axe—my axe—flew right past my head and into Glavandor’s shoulder. It shrieked and yelled “See you next time!”

I shivered and turned around, and right there behind me was Alice. She looked surprised. And then I saw what had happened. She threw the axe.

And there was this odd feeling, like someone was watching me. Then I noticed all of the mad red eyes surrounding us.

 

3

The Big Battle

 

“So uh… do you still have that axe?” I said.

“No I… threw it?” At first I didn’t know why she was asking a question, but then I saw: She was holding the very axe she had thrown. She slashed at the air, and the Things grew closer. I noticed that we were in a room full of mirrors.

“You know all of those Things are reflections, right?” I said. And just then I saw the reflections taking form. Solid form.

“Oh god,” I said. “Throw it. Throw it now, the axe!” She threw it. It struck a Thing, and the thing vanished. Suddenly Alice was jerked into the air. A giant Thing was holding her. She punched it in the face, and it staggered back. She always could hit hard. She fell, and the thing caught on fire. The Thing stomped over, and she didn’t move. She was unconscious. The axe was on the ground, so I picked it up and threw it as hard as I could toward the Thing. Something is helping us, by returning the axe or not letting us miss our target, but what is it?, I thought. The axe hit it in the shoulder, but the Thing shook it off. I had only one hope, and that one hope might not even work, but it was worth a try. This time the axe was amazingly sharp. I threw it at the ceiling with enough force to crack a brick wall. The axe hit the ceiling, staying there staying there for a second. It fell, spinning, and hit the Thing in the head. It’s flames went out and it started to fall, directly over Alice, but the axe he shook off had landed sharp side down next to Alice so that it stopped him from falling directly on her, but rather created a sort of tent for her. I felt something swipe at my feet, and I toppled over. Then I was dragged into a dark pit where there was nothing but that flashlight I had used earlier and my thoughts for company. I could only pray Alice was safe.

 

4

Alice Taken Over

 

It was only about one day later when I was pacing around my cell and thinking: How worried the others must be, but it felt like forever. I picked the flashlight for what seemed the twentieth time and swept the beam around the room. This time something caught my eye. There was a perfect square crack in the wall, and I could hear a faint thudding… like someone was pushing against the wall on the other side. I got excited and started banging on the wall, too. The crack got bigger, and I stepped back. The wall collapsed and in tumbled Alice. I grabbed the flashlight and put it in my pocket.

“Are you okay?” I said. “You look a little… uhhhh…”

“Hurt? I’m fine, you?”

“Okay, I guess. I was worried about you. You were unconscious when the big Thing toppled over you.”

“Yeah, well… I found a way out.”

“You did? That’s amazing! Show me where.”

“Okay. Follow me.”

I followed, and soon we came to a door.

“You know those Things aren’t exactly bad, so why did you throw that axe?”

“Alice… they are bad. And you threw that axe. Alice, what’s wrong. You seem a little weird.” The door opened, but there was no light, no burst of fresh air. And I could hear an odd noise, like a slithering noise. Suddenly, she pushed me in. I was falling, groping for something to grab. I felt a bar, and I pulled myself onto it. I saw two red eyes above me.

“Hahaha, I can’t believe you fell for that one.” Alice’s voice said. But I saw real Alice start to stagger, and she tumbled through thedoor, too. I grabbed her hand, and I saw that she was regaining consciousness. Those evil red eyes were still up there at the entrance. I felt her hands start to grope at the bar, so I let go of her arm.

I turned on the flashlight, and shined it on the floor. I gasped. There were snakes. But all those little snakes aren’t what scared me. They were taking the form of one giant snake.

 

5

Snakes

 

One thing after another, when will this end? I thought.

“Oh it won’t end anytime soon. Unless you beat my snake and find a way out through this cave. And yes, the walls have mouths too.” Glavandor said.

“How can you read my thoughts? And I thought you left here?”

“Oh, I left. But I had to say goodbye, seeing as you’ll never make it out of here alive. I now reside in the Dodge ‘Ems, where no one will find me as I plan to take over the world!”

“John?” Alice said groggily, like she just woke up.”Who are you talking to? And what is that slithering noise?” I shined the flash light on the huge snake and it hissed at us.

“Oh my god!”

“Yeah, I know. How do we kill it, Alice? You’ve always been the smarter one.”

“Shine the light on the wall, I’ll tell you when I find what I’m looking for.”

I shone the light on the wall.

“Stop!” she she said.

“Why?” I asked.

“Because I see something, idiot.”

“You really like that word, don’t you?”

“Yes. And what I see is a spike. It might help us kill the snake.”

“Yeah, but how? Ask it to stab itself on a spike? Yeah right, like it’ll do that.”

“Yeah, but snakes hate light. Maybe we can scare it into the spike?”

“Alice, you’re a genius!”

“Yeah, you already said that, now scare it away.”

I chased the snake into the spike, but it only got hurt, it didn’t die. And even after thirty-seven times, it still wouldn’t die. So I decided to just keep on shining it on th snake, and that was when I saw the magnifying glass.

I ripped off part of my sleeve, and tied it around the on button. I took the magnifying glass and aimed it at the giant snake. The snake made a horrible dying sound, and it just disintegrated.

“Round one, won by the humans.”

“This would be round two, remember?”

“Oh. Well, let’s get out before they find a way to actually kill us.”

“Agreed.”

 

 

 

 

6

The Escape/Epilogue

 

It wasn’t too hard to get out; we just had to find a door. That was the only hard part. We ran into a couple of Things, but we just told them to leave; they already had enough respect for us. When we got out, and all the happies were out of us we put up a plan to stop Glavandor from taking over the world. And don’t forget, we’re just ten year old orphans (a little detail I forgot in th beginning). Alice has gotten very sick, so we had to bring her to the hospital. We might have no money, but they felt bad enough for her. She might have to stay there for a very long time. And we also have another problem along with Glavandor: the Bullies.

 

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Book 2

 

The Bumper Cars

 

Prologue

 

Hopefully you still remember the Carnival, right? Well, there are more evil attractions than just a funhouse. There are roller-coasters, Ferris wheels, but love-boats (don’t think that) and a carousel, but right now let’s focus on the Bumper Cars. Nobody uses them anymore, like everything else, but people go there to hide from the Bullies. They are a group of kids that like to pick on us orphans. Another time I had to go in the Carnival (Bumper Cars to be precise) was because of them. It was to save Rebecca. And again, not a love story.

 

 

 

1

The Bullies

 

“Stop it,” I yelled. “Can’t you see you’re hurting her?”

“Oh I see it,” the Bully said. “And I am enjoying it.”

“You’re sick,” a voice said. “Sick and cruel.”

I spun around, and I saw someone I had never seen before.

“Who are you?” I asked.

“I’m Austin, an orphan. I suppose you are too.”

“Yes. And right now I’m trying to get this Bully to lay off Rebecca, my friend.”

He turned to the Bully, and said “Very well met. Now why don’t you lay off Rebecca and pick on someone your own size. Though that might be a little hard…”

“Ouch,” I said.

“He let go of Rebecca and she ran towards the Carnival.

“No!” I whispered. I ran after her, but I fell over and lost sight of her. I stood up and followed her again, but she would probably already be at the Carnival by now.

When I got there, she was sitting on the safety rail surrounding the Bumper Cars. She was safe. I sighed with relief and went over to her. She glared at me, and there was something wrong with her face. And then I saw: Her eyes were bright red.

 

 

2

Captured

“Get away”, she whispered. Her hands were in her pockets. “Get away or I’ll kill you.”

“What? Becca, are you out of your mind?” I looked at her with horror.

“No, I’m perfectly serious”

“But why? I thought I was your friend.”

Her face became frustrated, like she was trying to restrain something. She managed to say “Don’t believe me,” when I noticed that her eyes were normal. They changed again and she drew a penknife from her pocket, and whispered “Last chance.” I backed away, but tripped over a rock. She came towards me, and I scrambled away from her. I got back to the ‘camp’ and I told them what had happened. I asked Austin and Jake to check it out, but when they got back they told me she wasn’t there. I decided something had to be done.

 

 

3

The Lake

“O.K., we need a plan.”

“I have plan,” an odd voice said. “My name is Joanna, you probably don’t know me, but how about—you, you’re John right?” She pointed to me.

“Yes,” I replied.

“How about you stop being a wuss and go in there yourself?” She finished.

“How many times have you been in there, Joanna? Once? Twice? How about you follow me in there, if it turns out that I can actually bear to go into it again.”

“Again? You think that I believe—”

“Joanna, shut up,” Jake said.

“You better not anger me, Joanna, because there is a big hole opening up right behind you, and it looks like there is sulfuric acid in there,” I said

It opened up below her and practically swallowed her.

“Well, that argument is over, now who wants to run away from the giant death pit? I do!”

We ran for the Carnival, since it was spreading that way. I saw the only place we could run and be safe was the Bumper Cars arena, so we took cover in there.

When we got there, I said “Now, let’s discuss our plan. One of us can go in—“

“Um, we don’t exactly have an entrance, so how can we get in?” Austin asked.

“True, true. I guess I could look around and find something.” I looked around, and saw the little ‘house’ that the workers used to power the cars. I went inside, and written in blood were strange symbols. I noticed a dead body on the ground, seeming to stare at me. It’s dead eyes glowed, and the body rose. It grabbed my shoulder, but I shook it off, and ran outside.

“Guys, don’t go in there,” I said. And just then the body came bursting out.

“Climb up onto the house,” I yelled. “I’ll distract it.” I started to yell at the thing, and it came stumbling over to me. I saw it was holding a knife; Rebecca’s penknife. God, let her be safe, even though she tried to kill me, I thought. I led the evil zombie monster thing over to where I was standing, right beside the edge of the Bumper Cars. It came over to me, and I threw it off the edge. I tumbled over too, and the bottom of my shoe got familiar with the taste of acid. I dragged myself up and ran over to the house. I climbed, and took off what was left of my shoe.

“Your foot is bleeding,” Jake said. It was true. I tore off another part of my sleeve (one for the flashlight, remember) and tied it around my heel.

“Look at the ceiling,” Austin said. “There is an oddish square crack on the ceiling, a trapdoor I suppose.”

“He’s right,” Jake said. “Harrison, why don’t you lift the trapdoor? You’re the strongest one here.” He lifted it and we climbed in. Once inside, we split up. I took off my other shoe, and lit it on fire. But that is what puzzles me: how? We all looked around, and met up by the fire. We shared everything we saw, and we all had the same story. Vast amounts of gory dead things, and a constant screaming that was driving us nuts. So we just followed the screaming.

 

Interlude 1

Powers

Good news! I’ve figured out how I lit my shoe on fire. It was from a certain power I got from the Things when I was saving Alice. Some of it rubbed off on Harrison, giving him his amazing strength. I have yet to find out the others’ powers.

I tore off yet another part of my shirt. I balled it up and set it on fire. I dropped it, but it started to float. I looked around, and Jake had an expression of fear and amazement mixed in with delight. He had ‘telekinesis’. We moved on, and the fire went out. Austin glared at me, and pain swept through my body, so terrible I thought I would go insane (I later found out that if he does it long enough, you do go insane). Pretty self-explanatory. Patrick looked at Jake thoughtfully, and he began to dance on my head. He can control people.

 

4

The Betrayal

As we walked, I noticed that we kept passing the same dead guy. So I moved him out of the way, and saw a tiny square crack. I stomped on it, and it sunk in. Jake moved the dead guy more, so I could see what was happening. A hole was stretching outward, and it led down to the Bumper Cars arena again. Except this time a similar hole was opening below it. We fell into it, and it was a cell containing Rebecca.

“Look, John, I didn’t mean what I said. I was taken over by a Thing,” she said.

“I know, now let’s get you out,” I replied.

“I can do that,” Jake said. He focused on Rebecca and she levitated out. He then proceeded to lift Patrick, Austin, himself, and me. When we got out, Rebecca walked over to me. She turned around, said a few strange words, and time stopped. She let me move, of course. I looked at her strangely, and then she said “I believe we have some unfinished business, John.” She drew out her penknife again. But this time I couldn’t run. This time I couldn’t hide.

 

5

Powers Put to Use

 

“Why?” I asked.

“Because you never comfort me when I’m sad,” she said.

“I did that.”

“You never listen to me.”

“I did. Everyone did both of those.”

“What about Alice? And now she’s in the hospital, with some inhuman virus.”

“Well still, we saved your life. And you stop time for them, and are about to kill me. That’ll bring down the trust factor.”

“What proof will they have that I killed you. And besides, when I stop time, their minds go into a dark place, with a box. That box has something in it that will start time, meaning that they will stop me. But the box is so complex to open that it won’t happen.”

“I have pyrokinesis. They have other powers, some more and some less powerful. And combined, they will get out. So until then,” I lit a ring of fire around her. “I’ll just have to hold you off.” Her face became horrified. “Oh, and why did you tell me that, it didn’t really flow with your sentence.

“I know. I mean, I don’t know. I know it makes sense, but I don’t know why I said it!” she said in an exasperated voice. She tried to walk forwardz.,…, but she noticed what she was doing and backed off.

“What did you say to make time stop, anyways?” I asked.

“Veil Maben Goffenschmirtz.”

“Interesting…and what does that mean?”

“It’s Thing language for ‘stop time now’.”

“Aha. So you aren’t my friend after all.”

“What?”

“Well, first off, Rebecca wouldn’t ever learn Thing language; second if she did she wouldn’t use the time stop on us; thirdly, if she did both of those, I can trust her enough not to try and murder me while time is stopped. So you are obviously a Thing in disguise. But why aren’t your eyes red?”

“Well, truth is, your little friend is in the very place you are now standing over, where you so unwittingly rescued me. But she is farther down than you think. And she will probably die in the underground capsule we put her in when she walked right into our hands.”

“Thanks for telling me, now where exactly is this hole? Show me.”

“But I can’t get under now that you are blocking me off.”

I moved the ring of fire forward and said, “O.K., than I will just push the fire forward so you can get into the hole to show me. And unfreeze time so my friends can help with the digging.”

“O.K.”

Everyone began to move around again, and Jake said, “How did you guys teleport over there?” (We had been moving around while time was stopped).

“Hey, John, what are you doing? We are here to save her, not make her want to leave us!” Patrick said.

“That’s not Rebecca you’re talking to,” I said. “That’s a Thing.”

“What!? Don’t talk crazy. If she was a Thing, she would have killed us by now,” Harrison said.

“She tried,” I pointed out.

“You have no proof!” ‘Rebecca’ exclaimed.

“I believe you,” Austin said.

“Well I bet I can find some proof. Follow me,” I said.

We went down in the hole and I said to ‘Rebecca’, “Show me where this ‘capsule’ is.”

“No!” she replied. I lit another fire, closer this time, while Austin began to torture. Jake began to lift a lot of dirt, and Harrison helped. Patrick tried to use his controlling power on ‘Rebecca’; now thoroughly convinced. We finally got her to tell us where the capsule was. Mostly from Patrick and the fact that we already would find her, seeing as we were lifting all the dirt out of the place. And then I thought, If you just say words to stop time, and any body can do that, than what power does ‘Rebecca’ really have. And how do you unfreeze people?

“Rebecca, how do you unfreeze people?” I asked. “Like you did for me.”

“You say, Hantan Snag <subject name here>. Which is Thing for ‘now unfreeze <subject name here>’,” she replied.

“Ah,” I said. “And how do you start time?”

“Say the same thing to stop it, but backwards. So it would be ‘Goffenschmirtz Maben Veil,” She replied.

“I think I have found the actual Rebecca,” Jake said.

“Good,” I said. “Now open it, Thing,” I said. What power do you have anyways?”

“I’m a Thing, I have all the powers. Including Rebecca’s, the power to kill people by looking at them and thinking, die. Or, if she wants, un-die. Pretty self explanatory.

“Agreed. Now help, Thing. Open it.”

The casket/box-thingy opened. Rebecca came bursting out, looked at the Thing, and the Thing started coughing up blue blood.

“Oh God,” Harrison said.

Rebecca glared at him.

 

 

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Book 3

 

The Loveboats

 

Prologue

            Don’t think that! It’s not a love story; none of them are. So now wet have that over with, a review. Becca was scaring Harrison senseless by looking at him, right after she killed her demon infested twin sister, and suddenly there was a figure blocking the light.

 

1

A New Friend

“HiguysmynameisKyleandIsawwhatyoudidthereitwasquiteimpressivebutyoushouldseew-hatIcandoIcanbelchveryveryveryveryveryveryloudandknocksomeonetothemoon!” Kyle said.

“Whoa there Kyle put spaces between your words!” Jake, and me, and Becca, and pretty much everyone else said at once.

“Ican’t.IfIdoitseemsreallyslowto me and itshard—didIjustmakesomespaces—tothinkthatslow. ButIwilltry.”

“Okay, that’s good,” Rebecca said. “Just don’t get on my bad side. Word to, and from, the wise.”

“Trust her,” Harrison said. “She can kill you by thinking about you dying. Of course she can ‘un-kill’ you too.

“I have telekinesis,” Jake said. “John has pyrokinesis, Harry here has super strength, you can belch loudly, Patrick cancontrolyouand—ohdarnitnowiminthehabit—Austin…makes…pain…flood…through…your…body…until…you…go…insane. Whew!”

“Well that’s interesting, but can’t you—oh my god I’m talking normally—see that Harrison can make objects by thinking about it,also? Now I’m pretty sure that he wasn’t eating that cheese-burger before.

2

 Glavandor is Back

“So, I’m pretty sure that Glavandor is hiding in the love-boats, I mean look at that place,” Jake said. “And I can pretty come to the conclusion that everybody’s voice is normal.”

“Correct,” I said.

“And we are all going in there; we’ll leave no-one behind, right?”

“Yes,” we all said. O.K. Let’s g—”

“Interesting conversation,” a voice said. I knew that voice, but what was it?

“I’m afraid you are running out of time, though. So I shall be seeing you.”

I heard footsteps leading away from the camp. And then it dawned on me: that voice was Glavandor’s. Suddenly I heard a car. I turned around, and there was a man standing there.

3

A Friend Lost; A Friend Gained

“Do you know a girl called Alice?” The man asked.

“Yes, she was our friend,” Harrison said.

“I’m sorry to have to be the one to tell you this, but… she’s passed away.”

“Oh,” I said. I sat down hard. All I wanted to do was to wake up, but it wasn’t a dream. “H-how?”

“It looked to us like pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanokoniosis, or pneumono, but that is only found near volcanoes. In fact, some people didn’t think it was a disease, or at least one that is human.”

I looked at Kyle, who hasn’t said anything yet. He looked confused.

“What do you mean, not human? There isn’t anything else except us and animals,” he said. He turned his head at a rustle in the bushes.

“What was that?” He asked.

“It was me,” said a squeaky voice. “I’m right here.”

I looked at the bush and saw a chinchilla. It began to expand outward, and it got up on two legs. It’s fur diminished and I saw it was a ten year old boy.

“Hi, my name is Ben,” he said.

“I see, says the blind mute,” I said.

“What?” Harrison said. “You don’t look blind and you can tal—”

“It’s a joke.”

“Well,” the hospital guy said. “I’ll be leaving you kiddies.”

“No you won’t,” Jake said calmly.

“What?”

“Well, you killed Alice.”

“What! That’s preposterous!”

“No it’s not, Glavandor. It was quite obvious, really. That pnuemonowhats-it was to throw us off. You left just before you showed up to tell us that our friend is dead.”

He grunted. “You have figured me out, but you can’t destroy me.”

“We’ll see about that,” Harrison said.

“Uh, guys? What are you talking about?” Ben said.

“Evil things trying to kill us, our friend Alice—may she rest in peace—the usual,” Becca said. Ben turned into an owl.

“I’ll go scope out the area by the Loveboats,” he said.

“Be careful,” I heard myself say.

“I will.”

As he took off two people that seemed familiar walked into our camp. The Bullies.

 

4

Beaten

“Ever been beat up?” the Bully said.

“No and I don’t plan to. Ever,” Jake said.

“Darn. Then I’ll pick on her.” It was pretty obvious who he was talking about. He grabbed her by the shirt and lifted her so she was facing him. He slapped her, and she grabbed her face.

“I wouldn’t do that,” Jake said.

“Why? Think she might cry?” the Bully responded.

“No it’s just…she might kill you.”

“Ha! You think I am going to get killed by a girl?!”

“Yes,” Harrison replied smugly. He looked at me.

“Wish I had a camera, cause you are as sad as a, a…a sad thing,” the Bully said.

“Nice,” Jake said in my defense.

“I’m sad because my—our—friend just died,” I said.

“Heh. Riiiiiggggghhhhhhhht.”

“She is.”

Suddenly the Bully started screaming. And what really scared me: Austin had a look of satisfaction on his face. What if it got out of control? And just then I heard the loudest sound I had ever heard. A burp. The Bully went flying backwards, but was then jerked back. He screamed again, showing us that he was still alive.

Just then Ben came flying back.

“I heard a scream,” he said. “What did I miss?”

“Not much” Jake replied. “Turn into, say, a wood pecker. We don’t want to kill him, only hurt him as much as possible.”

As Ben turned into a woodpecker, the Bully ripped this very journal out of my hands.

“Awww, little Jawny has a diawy,” he said. That did it. I set him on fire (being careful not to light MY book on fire) and then put it out. Patrick made him start bang his head on a tree. It was an odd sight. I grabbed my book, and wiped off any droplets of blood.

“My whip is a janktey hooptey!” the bully screamed.

“What the heck Patrick, how will that help us?” I said.

“That wasn’t me,” he replied.

“Ummm, awkward…so, who said that again?”

“Me.”

I turned around, and saw the ghost of Alice.

“You aren’t evil, right?” Hariison said, also looking at her.

Becca, who had been on the floor (the Bully dropped her, but what would you do if someone set you on fire with their mind?) wondering what just happened, got up and murdered me. And if you believe that I have a bridge to sell you. She murdered the Bully, or kind of. More than just pain, but less than death. So, really just immense pain. Anyway after the Bully was done with us (really vice versa) he kind of ran away. I don’t really think he’ll come back after that. So I turned around, and Ben wasn’t there. And that was when I saw the dinasour chasing the Bully.

“Ben, c’mon, don’t waste your time on him!” Harrison yelled.

“O.K.,” he said.  He came back, shrinking down to human size. “Alright, what do you need me here for?” But the last couple of words were drowned out by a very, very loud sound. I turned around, and Kyle was just sitting there, while two other Bullies were flying backwards.

“Mmmkay. That was odd,” he said. “They usually go farther than that.”

“That’s scary, cause they’re about half a mile now,” Alice’s ghost said.

“How are you here, anyways? Shouldn’t you be in a hospital?” Jake said.

“No. This is as far as I can go away from there, so if you want to go in the Carnival, I can’t come.”

“Oh. Well, we better press on. What was your power, anyways?”

“Flying.”

“Oh. Well then how did you get the bully to say that?”

“He never said it. I always wanted to be a ventriloquist, so I learned throw my voice. I was never really good at it.”

“Are you kidding? That was amazing!”

“I know, but that was the only time I ever did it well. I have to go, though. See you guys.”

“See ya,” we all said. She tried to hug us goodbye, but she tripped over a rock, and just fell through us.

“Well then. We have to go now, to kill an evil monster that might rule the world pretty soon,” Becca said.

“Well, bye then. Didn’t exactly catch any of that, but I get your drift.”

“I see. Well, bye. Again. I can’t even count the times I have said that.”

“C’mon guys, we need to go,” I said. I nearly said I’m running out of paper, but I stopped myself just in time.

 

5

Into the Loveboats

Alright. Let’s get in, four to a boat. Austin, Ben, Kyle, and John get in the first boat. Me, Becca, Patrick, and Harrison get in the other,” Jake said. So we did that, and I threw a rock at the lever that makes it turn on, and in the fading glimpse of light, I saw the water turn dark red. As we ‘sailed’ I got a sinking feeling. Except, this wasn’t in my head. We were sinking! As the blood rushed over the edge, I noticed that when I hit the lever a gas slipped out, because everybody was sleeping. I was the only one awake! I struggled to open the lock that would get me out of the seat. I couldn’t burn it because of the blood. I got mine open, and went to get everyone else’s. And as I was thinking, a question went through my mind: why haven’t we lost yet. I mean other than Alice, we’re all really lucky. I finally got Jake’s lock open from the other boat before I began to feel sleepy… I woke up in a barred cell with the others sleeping beside me. Harrison wasn’t awake, so he couldn’t make a key. I tried to melt the bars, but they were too thick. So what now? That was the question I was asking myself before Becca began to scream.

 

6

Premonition

“What is it,” Patrick asked.

“A dream. It was…one of us died. I think it was you,” she said, pointing at me. She was breathing hard, and at the edge of tears. “Well you were the last one to die. I…I was the first.”

“When?” I asked, thoroughly scared.

“We were in a dark place…much like this cell…except no bars. Just walls. And right before this…I saw a little kid talking…to his mother about the roller-coaster. He wanted to go…on them. His mother went with him, and…the tracks shifted. They got smaller, and…the car flew off the tracks. It went spinning into the Funhouse and…well, the next thing I saw was a newspaper headline. It was simple: Mother and…Boy Lost in…Glavandor’s Carnival. I guess that’s here, but…back when the Carnival was still in use. And under the title was a subtitle…saying Glavandor was murdered in sis home, but…his Carnival still lives on. That was the last thing. Then it went to…the cell, and I was being hurt very badly. One of you jumped in…one that isn’t here right now, and would have saved my life…but I wasn’t alive at that time. And the Things, they have claws. And…at the tip of each claw is a gland that gives off poison.

“I was poisoned, and that guy jumped in, I think he was the second one to die. But we were in the coasters, I’m sure of that.”

“Would you mind explaining what the little boy looked like?” I said, thinking of the boy I landed on in the Funhouse.

“He had blonde hair, a red sweater and green pants.”

“Oh.” That was the person I saw in the  And then I realized what happened. The roller coaster flew through the Funhouse, but the sinking floor was in use, so it broke. The boy was alive through the whole thing, long enough to crawl up to under the sinking floors, but then fell unconscious. The mother was already dead, but the boy died when the evolved ghost of Glavandor—the Thing that was once a kindhearted old Carnival owner—killed him with the axe I found. But if the boy was only about eight, and I don’t know how I know that, than he can’t be bad, can he. And it was two years ago, so he would be about ten years old, like me. So maybe…maybe he is around here, and maybe he could help us? I don’t know, but maybe. Maybe.

7

Powers Taken, Powers Given Back

“Hey Becca, what was the boy’s name?” Jake asked.

“Zach,” she replied. “And you know how much I hate it when you shorten my name.”

“Sorry.”

While they were talking I was looking at two small green dots. I was trying to figure out what they were, but since they were getting closer I figured that we would find out soon enough.

When they finally got close enough to see I noticed they were eyes. I guessed of a Thing, but a good one since they were green. It walked up to the bars, took a key out of it’s pocket, and unlocked the cell.

“Hello,” it said. “My name is Zach, I believe you saw my dead body when you fell into the Funhouse.”

“You’re right,” I said. “What can we do to put you in human form?”

“Kill me in my Thing form, and I should turn normal.”

I lit him on fire and it’s bony form diminished to leave the form of a ten year old boy.

“Hello, now I can greet you without accidentally killing you.”

“Are you guys like the grim reaper, and you kill anything you touch?” I asked.

“Pretty much.”

“O.K., let’s go find Glavandor.”

“No need,” Glavandor’s voice said. I no longer had trouble identifying it. “I came to find you. It would take too long for you to find me, and I want to kill you right now.” He spoke those two italicized words like a spoiled girl.

“You spoke those last two words like a spoiled girl,” Jake said.

See? I told you he did.

“Alrighty then,I granted you powers, I can take them away. I’ll start with the little girl’s, she’s too dangerous. Oh yeah, and when I take your powers I take about ten years of your life too.” Suddenly Becca doubled over in pain, just like Alice did. She glared at Patrick and said, “This is your fault. All of yours. You got me to come in here.”

“You never protested,” Patrick pointed out.

“SHUT UP!” she screamed. I don’t know why, though, I guess having ten years taken off of your life, and your powers taken away make you pretty grumpy.

“All right, Gravy, who next?”

“It would be Glavvy, and I’m guessing the little traitor standing next to diary boy.”

Twice in one day I had to light someone on fire because they pissed me off. He screamed and punched me in the face. It was funny, though, because right then Patrick jumped in and Glavandor stopped moving until he was out of the way. So much for that Patrick. Anyway, it hurt a lot, and just to top it off, Glavandor gave Becca Austin’s power for a second. That was mean. Anyway, after she got control of herself, she began to walk away. I guess she didn’t want a part in this any more. So now Glavandor was taking our powers, and we were frantically trying to think of what to do next to stop him.

“Patrick,” I said. “See if you can get Gravy—”

“Glavvy,” Gravy corrected.

“See if you can get Gravy to give us back our powers.”

“O.K.,” he said.

He stared at Gravy and he began to give back our powers. I hadn’t noticed that he took my power, but a weird warmth or something happened and I could light fires. And by the look on the others faces I guessed that they were thinking the same thing.

 

8

Battle

“You will not take away our powers in this battle,” Patrick commanded. “It shall be a fair battle.”

“O.K.,” Gravy muttered.

Patrick seemed to ‘let go’ of his grip on Gravy. He immediately began to try to kill us. I had to roll around like a lunatic three times just to dodge him. He was a pretty good fighter.

“I will get you humans,” he said. “You hear that? I. Will. Get. You.”

“I see,” Jake said. He immediately began to lift him up. When he got so high he was just a dot, Jake relaxed his concentration. The Gravy fell…and fell…and, poompf, hit the ground. I actually could almost see the poompf in those letters they use in comic books. He got up and swiped at our faces. He barely scratched the side of Harrison’s face, but I knew what came next. It’s like that old song but changed a bit. Glavandor and Harrison battling to the death in a large unknown, underground cave, m-u-r-d-e-r-i-n-g*space*e-a-c-h*space*o-t-h-e-r. First comes the attack, second comes the insertion of the poison, next comes the Harrison in the coffin. Not how I remember it, but it will do. Well, the last memory I have of that battle was being dragged out, but I got the details. Apparently I fainted write after Harrison got his contract with death signed. I would have been stomped on by the giant Thing if Jake hadn’t kept on moving me out of the way. And while that was happening Patrick was grabbed by the shirt and struggling to get out of his grip. Just then a boy walked in, with dark hair. He saved Patrick’s life. I couldn’t get the details on that, and all I know is that his name is Agni. Anyway, after awhile everyone began to notice that Harrison had died, and I was out cold. So that was when the battle ended. Glavandor said something along the lines of ‘I’ll get you’, which he pretty much already said three times. And Becca had been up her all this time. She began to storm about how ‘she was so worried’, but hey. Who’s choice was it for her to leave? Anyway, I’m running out of pages, so this should about wrap it up for this story.

Author's Note: This isn't the end of Carnival, but sorry for the ending. I was in a pickle and running out of time, and I couldn't think of a good way to wrap it up.

Just an intro: I made this book because I needed a channel for my retardedness. I used pivot also, but that didn't work out quite as nicely as my spoof of a diary.

 

 

Saturday, April 31

ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRSTUVWXYZ

 

Sunday, April 32

Wahoo, that was a fun ride in Busch Gardens, but what does the alphabet from yesterday have anything to do with anything?

 

Monday, April 33

Is today even a real day? Who knows? But it is very fun to confuse people.

 

Tuesday, April 34

Today is my birthday! Wait a minute...if today is my birthday...and April 34 doesn't exist...then...I DON'T EXIST. Woot!

 

Wednesday, April 35

Lucky the days are normal, I don't want the eighth day of the week to be Zaphrilday, and make it before Thursday and after Wednesday.

 

Zaphrilday, April 36

Maybe my entries should be a little longer...

 

Thursday, April 37

I ate lunch today...my first meal in over two thousand years! I was kinda hungry. Couldn't finish my peas though...

 

Frieday, May 38

Whatever happened to days one to thirty-eight in May? And since when was Friday spelled with an 'e'?

 

Saturday, May 37

 

Why is time running backwards? And why do I even have a journal, or am even alive after eating nothing for two thousand years? Why am I asking so many questions?

 

Sunday, May 36

 

This is weird. The next thing I know is that crazy cat ruler Garfield will banish Mondays to the land of evil cakes and it will die and Sunday will skip to Tuesday.

 

Tuesday, May 468,745,627,891

 

Whoa! He really went through with the Monday-banishing-to-the-land-of-the-evil-cakes plan, and I think he did something to the dates too...

 

 

 

Wednesday, July 4

 

I have made a trip to New Zealand and went through the underground portal to a place where they explode big sparkly things. Kinda creepy. How much more subtle can these earthlings get? Who knows?

 

Zaphrilday, December 25

 

The humans are giving stuff to each other for a crazy holiday called Christmas: how does giving presents represent Lord Jesus Christ. Yes, I am a Christian Zorklonian.

 

Thursday, Hambone 1

Welcome to the new month. I can't wait to see my entry in around a week: Zaphrilday, Hambone 8. I am planning to take over the King-Cat Garfield and his minions: Odie and Nermal. My two friends (but not my ONLY two friends) are helping me, by the names of Horphlam (male) and Shintorblo (female). I don't get why that is what they are called. My name is simple enough: Bob. Bob, Horphlam, and Shintorblo, quite the interesting trio. And I actually have a long journal entry for once.

 

Friday, Hambone 2

I hope someone is crazy enough to believe that we have actually overthrown Garfield. Because we didn't. Right now we are just brainstorming, but the ideas will flow in soon enough. Just got to find a way to cross over the two-foot long bunny hoppers, what ever they are. Quite a long journey.

 

Saturday, Hambone 3

Why are the dates normal in Hambone, but no other month? Who knows? Oh, and I just noticed that Garfield turned Friday's spelling back to normal.

 

Sunday, Hambone 4

Alright, we can’t overthrow Garfield yet, so we are off to rescue Monday from the land of the evil cakes.

 

Monday, Hambone 5

We just rescued Monday from the land of the evil cakes and are off to the two-foot long bunny hoppers.

 

Tuesday, Hambone 6

We hopped the bunnies.

 

Wednesday, Hambone 7

We are hiding behind the throne about to overthrow Garfield.

 

 

 

 

Zaphrilday, Hambone 8

We are in a dungeon now that the cat king played a game called ‘rescue the aliens while they are tied to a burning pole’. Now we are playing a game called ‘escape the oldest way to get trapped in the book in such an obvious fashion it makes you want to puke and then find a bucket’. It is a fun game.

 

Thursday, Hambone 9

We beat the game, overthrew Garfield, and captured an evil cake so we could insert tranquilizers and eat it for a belated birthday party.

 

Friday, Hambone 10

I made me and Horphlam the King and Shintorblo the Queen. That is quite the funny word.

 

Saturday, Hambone 11

I can’t say I am the sharpest knife in the spoon, but I could tell when Shintorblo was about to overthrow us. So I stabbed her.

 

 

Sunday, Hambone 12

Sorry this has to be such a crappy ending but Horphlam has murdered me.

 

 

 

The End

Afterword: Wow. You actually read through this entire thing didn’t you? Yeah, thought so. And for those of you reading this and are not finished, read the whole thing or just stop. I hate end readers. GOT IT? O.K., now that we have that cleared up, how did you like the book? If you have a ROBLOX account, message me at TheGuy24. If you have a club penguin account, I am Inbgjcvjkgf. I normally go to snow forts. If you have neither, either get one (I recommend ROBLOX, sorry Club Penguin fans) or just don’t tell me at all. Get it, got it, good.

 

Revenge

 

Author: John S.

 

 

Editor: Jake W.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Part One: June of 2004

 

 

 

 

I

 

It was a hot summer day, and Sarah, Meg, John, and Jake were sitting on a park bench watching all the kids around them when they got the call that changed their lives.

 

“Hey Meg, your phone is ringing,” Jake said.

“What? Oh, one sec,” she responded. As she talked with whomever on the other line her face rapidly changed from wonder to fear to delight.

“What is it,” John asked.

“We just got a call from the CSI. They want us to work on a case for them. A mass murderer case or something. All I know is that they said that there would be dangers, getting killed the worst of them. So what do you say?”

“I call it a go, how about you guys?” Sarah said.

“I don’t know, sure I guess,” Jake said.

“Well I’m not going anywhere without you guys, so yes. And how about you Meg? Once you answer there is no turning back,” John said.

“Well, that is a risk I am going to take. I’m in,” she responded.

 

II

 

“Alright, the first task you are going to face is finding evidence as to who it might be and where,” the instructor said. Her hair was pulled into a bun, and the way she talked suggested she knew what she was talking about. “Any questions?”

“Yes,” Sarah said shyly. “Does this involve heights? You see I am a bit acrophobic, that’s fear of heights, and—”

“I know what acrophobia is, Ms. Swanston,” the instructor interrupted.

“—and I don’t think I could be able to do a part of this if it involved heights.”

“No, as far as I know there will be no heights.”

“O.K., good.”

“No more questions? Alright, here are your tools, and when you have everything you can get started.”

 

III

 

            “So, what does this look like to you?” Meg said to Jake, as they were working on the body of a middle-aged woman.

“I dunno…see that there?” he pointed to a cut on the woman. “It is different from that one. The man used two different knifes. What we wanna know is why.”

            “Huh. Weird. And see that cut there?” Meg pointed to a different one. “See how it appears to be at a slant. It goes in diagonally-right. This man is left-handed.”

“But that cut is diagonal-left…two-man job?”

“No. He used different knives so that we would think that. He is ambidextrous.”

“That narrows it down.”

“Yea, a lot. Find me some fingerprints on this body ASAP. And you John.” He looked up. “Find me a list of all the ambidextrous suspects in the area. O.K.?”

“Got it. Ambidextrous suspects,” he replied.

“What can I do?” Sarah asked.

“Get me any evidence that might contain DNA. We are going to catch this criminal as soon as we can,” Meg told her.

“Alright. Got it.”

They worked on it for another half an hour, and they all got what they were told to get. They took the fingerprints and DNA back to the lab to see if they matched up to the suspects. The fingerprints all matched up with one, so they decided to check him out.

 

IV

 

“Hey, who are you guys?” the suspect said.

“We are in the police agency; we are involved with murders and stuff. For proof here is my badge,” Sarah said, and held out a ‘badge’ if you could call it that. “We want you to come with us.”

 

“Alright, what do you know about those murders. We found your fingerprints on all the bodies. Fess up,” Sarah said.

“You have no proof. I did it, sure I did, but you need proof to arrest me. So where is the proof?” the man asked.

“Why I have it right here,” Sarah said, as she pulled a tape recorder from behind her back. The suspect snatched it from her and deleted what was on it.

“Why you little…” she said and slapped him. He threw a punch to her face. She looked surprised and began to cry.

“You…you hurt my friend,” Meg said, and brought the heel of her palm to the man’s nose, causing it to bleed very heavily.

“Guys,” Jake said. The fighting continued. “Guys! Stop!” Everything got quiet. “Alright. Are you gonna turn yourself in or should we do this the hard way?”

“I will only go to jail if you guys can catch me,” he said, and took off.

“Get him!” John ordered, and they took on hot pursuit.

 

V

 

They had caught him without much effort. Of course that was four years ago. And up until now he had only been planning his break-out. Up until now, he hadn’t escaped.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Part Two: Revenge

 

I

 

“Even after four years I still cannot believe what we pulled on that guy. A toast to good mind,” the now twenty-seven year old Meg said.

“Yes. A toast,” agreed Sarah. If only she knew what was coming for her that night. They toasted, and then Sarah said “Oh, guys, I’m sorry but I have to go. Really, I’m sorry, but I got a new job at the hospital and I’m on call tonight. I completely forgot!”

“Well hurry on,” Meg said smiling. “We don’t wanna hold you up. Quick!”

“Oh jeez…thank you!” she yelled at us as she left for the hospital. Just then a blue car went by and through the tinted windows they saw someone that looked like the murderer.

“Was that…?” John asked.

“No. It was just a trick of the light,” Jake responded, though he knew very well it wasn’t.

 

II

 

Beep-beep. Beep-beep. Sarah’s pager went off, and the only thing it said was: