I Took a Summer Job at a Circus This summer, I decided to…
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I Took a Summer Job at a Circus
This summer, I decided to get a summer job and earn some money before college. I didn't want my parents to pay for everything. I found a job at a restaurant in a town not far from ours. I left first thing in the morning, but halfway there, my car stopped and wouldn't start again.
Oh, come on.
I got out and found the problem. My tire was completely ruined. There was some kind of shard of glass stuck in it.
“Hey, do you need some help?”
I turned around, and standing in front of me was the prettiest girl I'd ever seen. I know that sounds like a cliché, but it really was true. She had copper-colored, slightly wavy hair, a small nose, and dark green eyes.
“Hello? Are you okay?”
“What?” I asked, confused.
“You've been staring at me for what feels like forever. Did something happen?”
I could feel myself starting to blush.
“No, I mean… the tire and the restaurant… yeah.”
She burst out laughing.
“Are you sure you didn't hit your head or something?”
I covered my face with my hands.
“Sorry. This probably isn't the best first impression.”
She laughed and introduced herself as Christina. I barely managed to tell her, “I'm Justin,” before she nodded and continued talking. She told me that her family had a circus nearby and that her uncle could probably help me.
Before I could say anything, she was gone.
A few minutes later, she came back with a guy who had to be around six and a half feet tall. He was bald, and his face looked like he wanted to kill me. His hand was about the size of both of my legs put together. My expression must have said it all.
“I heard you're having trouble with your car. I can help you. My name's Bobby. And you?”
“I'm Justin.”
He shook my hand, and I had the feeling my entire arm had just died. He noticed and apologized. Apparently, he sometimes forgot how strong he was.
He helped me change the tire, but I never made it to the restaurant.
Bobby offered me a job with them instead. It paid a little less, but I didn't mind.
Christina was there.
I met everyone in the family. Christina's mother, Suzan, who looked like an older version of Christina. Her father, Vincent, who had a similar build to Bobby, but a softer expression and long hair tied back in a ponytail. Her aunt Diana, who was the only one who was a little chubby, but probably looked the nicest out of all of them. And their two adult sons, twins named Dustin and Roger.
I was surprised that, unlike their father and uncle, the boys were smaller and skinny rather than big and muscular. But I got along with all of them.
I started dating Christina. I never expected a girl like her to want someone like me, but as they say, sometimes even an idiot gets lucky.
About halfway through the summer, I decided to go into town. I wanted to buy some supplies and surprise Christina with a gift. I got up while everyone was still asleep, got into my car, and drove off.
When I arrived, I noticed there was a market in town. I got out of the car and walked past the different stalls. I noticed one where a woman who looked about a hundred years old was selling handmade jewelry.
“I'd like a necklace, please,” I told her.
“Of course, young man. And who is it for? That way we can choose the best one.”
I told her it was for my girlfriend, Christina. I said she worked at a circus nearby.
The woman went pale.
“Who told you to come to me with this?”
I stared at her in confusion.
“What are you talking about?”
She raised her voice until everyone around us started turning to look.
“You know exactly what I'm talking about. Those killers from the circus! Get out of here.”
I backed away and bumped into a guy standing behind me. He looked at me like I was the worst person in the world.
“You know what she's talking about?”
“Of course I do. Everyone here does. There used to be a family of killers here who owned a circus. They killed people. And for Agnes, it's even more painful because they killed her daughter. She was only twenty when she disappeared.”
It was obvious to me that they were messing with me, but I still needed to be sure.
I went to the local library, turned on a computer, and searched for Christina and her family. Several articles and black-and-white photographs came up.
One of them showed all of them. Christina, Bobby, and the rest of the family.
I opened the first article.
The family had killed dozens of people. A crowd of locals had risen up against them and burned the circus down. The entire family had burned to death.
Another article.
According to the available information, the family had eaten their victims.
I remembered having dinner with Christina's family on my first day there and wondering what the hell I was eating. I'd never tasted anything like it before.
“It's an old family secret recipe. I'll tell you once you officially become part of the family,” she had whispered.
My stomach turned. I tried to make it to the bathroom, but I didn't make it and threw up into a trash can instead.
The librarian shot me an angry look. I apologized and quickly left.
I got into my car and just sat there for a while, trying to calm my breathing. I wasn't doing a very good job, but I knew I couldn't sit there forever.
I drove home to my parents.
When they asked me what was wrong and how the job had gone, I didn't know what to say. They could see that something was wrong, but they left me alone.
That evening, though, my mom came into my room with a mug of hot chocolate and told me that if I wanted to talk, I could.
I didn't.
I just wanted to forget what had happened to me. I couldn't tell anyone. What was I supposed to say? I'd spent a month living with people who had been dead for decades and, by the way, they were murderers and cannibals? That would get me committed.
For a few days, I barely left my room. Then Mom handed me a shopping list and asked if I'd go to the store for her because she was tired and didn't feel like carrying everything herself. I had a feeling she mostly wanted me to get out of the house for a while.
I drove to the store, completely lost in my thoughts. Then suddenly, I felt the urge to turn my head and look out the window.
There was a circus tent.
And standing in front of it were Christina, Bobby, and the rest of the family. The longer I stared at them, the more they began to change. Their clothes became charred, and their faces grew more and more burned.
They just stood there, waving at me.
A car horn right in front of me snapped me out of my shock, followed by a violent crash.
I woke up in a hospital.
I tried to convince myself that it had all been a hallucination, but then I noticed a piece of paper on my bedside table.
It said:
Whether you like it or not, you'll be part of the family soon.
#entertainment
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This summer, I decided to get a summer job and earn some money before college. I didn't want my parents to pay for everything. I found a job at a restaurant in a town not far from ours. I left first thing in the morning, but halfway there, my car stopped and wouldn't start again.
Oh, come on.
I got out and found the problem. My tire was completely ruined. There was some kind of shard of glass stuck in it.
“Hey, do you need some help?”
I turned around, and standing in front of me was the prettiest girl I'd ever seen. I know that sounds like a cliché, but it really was true. She had copper-colored, slightly wavy hair, a small nose, and dark green eyes.
“Hello? Are you okay?”
“What?” I asked, confused.
“You've been staring at me for what feels like forever. Did something happen?”
I could feel myself starting to blush.
“No, I mean… the tire and the restaurant… yeah.”
She burst out laughing.
“Are you sure you didn't hit your head or something?”
I covered my face with my hands.
“Sorry. This probably isn't the best first impression.”
She laughed and introduced herself as Christina. I barely managed to tell her, “I'm Justin,” before she nodded and continued talking. She told me that her family had a circus nearby and that her uncle could probably help me.
Before I could say anything, she was gone.
A few minutes later, she came back with a guy who had to be around six and a half feet tall. He was bald, and his face looked like he wanted to kill me. His hand was about the size of both of my legs put together. My expression must have said it all.
“I heard you're having trouble with your car. I can help you. My name's Bobby. And you?”
“I'm Justin.”
He shook my hand, and I had the feeling my entire arm had just died. He noticed and apologized. Apparently, he sometimes forgot how strong he was.
He helped me change the tire, but I never made it to the restaurant.
Bobby offered me a job with them instead. It paid a little less, but I didn't mind.
Christina was there.
I met everyone in the family. Christina's mother, Suzan, who looked like an older version of Christina. Her father, Vincent, who had a similar build to Bobby, but a softer expression and long hair tied back in a ponytail. Her aunt Diana, who was the only one who was a little chubby, but probably looked the nicest out of all of them. And their two adult sons, twins named Dustin and Roger.
I was surprised that, unlike their father and uncle, the boys were smaller and skinny rather than big and muscular. But I got along with all of them.
I started dating Christina. I never expected a girl like her to want someone like me, but as they say, sometimes even an idiot gets lucky.
About halfway through the summer, I decided to go into town. I wanted to buy some supplies and surprise Christina with a gift. I got up while everyone was still asleep, got into my car, and drove off.
When I arrived, I noticed there was a market in town. I got out of the car and walked past the different stalls. I noticed one where a woman who looked about a hundred years old was selling handmade jewelry.
“I'd like a necklace, please,” I told her.
“Of course, young man. And who is it for? That way we can choose the best one.”
I told her it was for my girlfriend, Christina. I said she worked at a circus nearby.
The woman went pale.
“Who told you to come to me with this?”
I stared at her in confusion.
“What are you talking about?”
She raised her voice until everyone around us started turning to look.
“You know exactly what I'm talking about. Those killers from the circus! Get out of here.”
I backed away and bumped into a guy standing behind me. He looked at me like I was the worst person in the world.
“You know what she's talking about?”
“Of course I do. Everyone here does. There used to be a family of killers here who owned a circus. They killed people. And for Agnes, it's even more painful because they killed her daughter. She was only twenty when she disappeared.”
It was obvious to me that they were messing with me, but I still needed to be sure.
I went to the local library, turned on a computer, and searched for Christina and her family. Several articles and black-and-white photographs came up.
One of them showed all of them. Christina, Bobby, and the rest of the family.
I opened the first article.
The family had killed dozens of people. A crowd of locals had risen up against them and burned the circus down. The entire family had burned to death.
Another article.
According to the available information, the family had eaten their victims.
I remembered having dinner with Christina's family on my first day there and wondering what the hell I was eating. I'd never tasted anything like it before.
“It's an old family secret recipe. I'll tell you once you officially become part of the family,” she had whispered.
My stomach turned. I tried to make it to the bathroom, but I didn't make it and threw up into a trash can instead.
The librarian shot me an angry look. I apologized and quickly left.
I got into my car and just sat there for a while, trying to calm my breathing. I wasn't doing a very good job, but I knew I couldn't sit there forever.
I drove home to my parents.
When they asked me what was wrong and how the job had gone, I didn't know what to say. They could see that something was wrong, but they left me alone.
That evening, though, my mom came into my room with a mug of hot chocolate and told me that if I wanted to talk, I could.
I didn't.
I just wanted to forget what had happened to me. I couldn't tell anyone. What was I supposed to say? I'd spent a month living with people who had been dead for decades and, by the way, they were murderers and cannibals? That would get me committed.
For a few days, I barely left my room. Then Mom handed me a shopping list and asked if I'd go to the store for her because she was tired and didn't feel like carrying everything herself. I had a feeling she mostly wanted me to get out of the house for a while.
I drove to the store, completely lost in my thoughts. Then suddenly, I felt the urge to turn my head and look out the window.
There was a circus tent.
And standing in front of it were Christina, Bobby, and the rest of the family. The longer I stared at them, the more they began to change. Their clothes became charred, and their faces grew more and more burned.
They just stood there, waving at me.
A car horn right in front of me snapped me out of my shock, followed by a violent crash.
I woke up in a hospital.
I tried to convince myself that it had all been a hallucination, but then I noticed a piece of paper on my bedside table.
It said:
Whether you like it or not, you'll be part of the family soon.
#entertainment
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