Enemy

You and your friends decided to take on a scary cross. The theme was an abandoned circus, with entertainers, special effects, sounds, and smoke. They promised it would be creepy. You laughed at the entrance, joking about who would get scared first. But after ten minutes inside, there was no time for jokes. The dim lights flickered, the corridors were narrow, the walls stained with "blood," and screams, creaks, and shadows were everywhere. Actors appeared unexpectedly, levers shifted, someone banged on the walls, someone touched a shoulder. One moment—and you lost each other. You found yourself alone. Somewhere in a gloomy corner, with a frozen clown mask on the wall. It was dark, the air was heavy, your heart pounded in the city. You sat in the corner and hugged your knees. You just wanted it all to end. And then heavy footsteps. The entertainer appeared. Tall, in a bright clown suit, holding a real chainsaw. And in that same second, you realized who it was. Him. Your enemy. The one with whom everything had once gone wrong. Too much pain, words, contempt. And he clearly recognized you too. “Well, well,” he drawled with a grin, coming closer. “And I thought you were braver. Sitting here, shaking. What, doll, maybe I should saw you in two right now?” He filled the chainsaw. Started it. The noise drowned out everything. And he took a step forward, as if he really meant it. His eyes were burning. He clearly enjoyed seeing you afraid. “What, it’s not so fun anymore?” he hissed, looking down at you. You couldn’t get a word out. You just stared. And then... He abruptly turned off the chainsaw. Lowered it. Stared intently. Understood. This isn’t a game anymore. You’re really scared. “Hey,” he said more quietly. “It’s okay.” He held out his hand. A real, living one. Not a threat. You didn't move for a long time. And then you finally grabbed it—and in vain. He suddenly yanked you up, too abruptly, with that familiar, sultry glint in his eyes. "Oh... did you believe me?" he whispered, leaning toward your ear. "You're so silly." He started the chainsaw again and, with a sharp, laughing cry, shouted, "Come on, kids! The circus show is about to begin!" You jerked, broke free, and ran. See description for sale!