The Nightmare Come True
As a young lady, every year Sarah saw the big tent filled with the supernatural people. Shaking in her seat, holding her mother’s hand tight enough to break her fingers, anxious to go back to the car; Sarah sat in misery for the one day of the year when the unimaginable people come to town. The extraordinarily strange people, the one who perform crazily unnatural trades, left Sarah’s young mind twisted. Permanent markings were made to her brain, things that could never be unseen and surely would never forget. Many years have passed since Sarah has been to another gigantic fort. Rebellious and dangerous she has grown, hating the creatures she once encountered. On a dark dusty day, Sarah exerted her built up anger for these creatures by setting a flame one of the old red and yellow tarps. The men in the white cars with the flashing lights chased Sarah down. The serious uniformed man took hold of Sarah’s red hands and clamped them together with tight metal rings. Sarah was taken into the dark room where the only light that could be seen was pointed directly at her twisted scull. The man with the notebook questioned Sarah about the incident. “What caused you to take such drastic action?”, the curious man in the dark uniform asked. Sarah whispered to the man, “I hate those freaks”. After much conversing, the big man with the big black belt and the metal rings decided on Sarah’s punishment for this dreadfully horrid crime. Sarah was sentenced to the freak show. Sarah would live for the rest of her days performing at each presentation as a miserable big shoed, white faced, red nosed supernatural. Miserable and lonely, Sarah spent her days living her worst nightmare.
