A night at the circus (a ghost story)

It was a calm October night. The circus arrived unannounced. The moon glowed a bright jack-o-lantern orange. Red and white striped tents appeared out of nowhere. There was music: trumpets, drums, and xylophones. Something wasn’t quite right. “Jessie, it’s so pretty,” said my little sister, overlooking the view from high above. As we revolved around … More A night at the circus (a ghost story)


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