All Night Long

This wasn’t just your regular circus. There was no orchestra, no speakers pumping out music, but the big top was alive with sounds. All night long, I sat and watched, barely able to comprehend what was happening in front of me.  Was I dreaming, hallucinating or dead? In real life these people didn’t exist?

The first act could only be a supernatural being. The sad shape of a man floated through the air in front of my eyes. His aura made me want to cry. There was no trickery. The way he was moving was unexplainable and then, in a puff of smoke, he was gone.

There were Vampires too, not just people dressed in capes with false dentures. Although I didn’t feel threatened, I hoped they didn’t come too close. They introduced themselves as Nosferatu and were graceful and terrible as they danced before me. A beautiful pale ghost joined them, she had no blood to offer but danced their dance, passing through them gracefully.

Bernard’s alien bride swallowed fire and breathed out smoke and flames, creating a nebulous work of art that was there for a few seconds and then no more.

The little people and the clowns jumped and somersaulted through the audience, lightening the atmosphere between acts. Snake Girl walked the isles, spitting, hissing and scaring people half to death. The bearded lady appeared, her beard almost touching the floor.

Spectres of all shapes and sizes visited performed and floated among us. I daren’t look too closely at the audience knowing I was the odd one out. Those who were human looked like the living dead. Deformed and half crazed. Where was I?

I was both terrified and fascinated.

I heard the roaring and revving of engines behind me as without warning six powerful, shiny motorcycles sped by. They were ridden by metallic beings. As they sped down the aisle towards the center, three of them launched themselves in the air and proceeded to ride, in formation above us, fires spewing from their exhaust pipes.

When they left the tent, there was silence. No one shouted or applauded. I looked around me at the stillness. I was uncomfortable and felt that something was about to happen, and it may not be good.

Bernard was hurrying towards me so I stood up. He scooped me into his arms as he passed by. “Come on, time for you to leave” he said in a kid of whispered grow. I could hear an engine start-up outside and I was placed gently onto the back of the motorcycle. Jack was standing at the other side. He gave me a big kiss on my cheek. “Bye Poppy” he said and gave me a sad clown look. I had no time to speak as the motorcycle sped away. I looked behind me to see the tent fading away as thought it had never been there. My strange friends were fading too. I clung to the metallic rider and closed my eyes. I heard the sound of the engine no more as we left the earth and headed into the night. Did I sleep?

I found myself outside the front door of my own home and other than the sound of the birds awaking from their night-time slumber, it was silent. The sun was starting to cast its weak morning glow. I looked all around me and then to the sky, there was no sight nor sound of my ride home.

I quietly crept into the house, silently and carefully I climbed the stairs.  Once safely in my own bedroom, I slipped off my clothes and got into bed. Where had I been? I knew it wasn’t a dream, because I was still awake.

Maybe there were more dimensions to our world, and I had been a guest in one of them.

Exhausted, but safe in my own bed, I slept.

The Craziest show on Earth

I was hypnotized by the scene in front of me, especially the big tent. It was brightly lit and although the curtains in the entrance were closed, I could see the silhouette of shapes diving, falling, flying and jumping. Some were large and some small and some were definitely not human. From the outside, it looked like a crazy goldfish bowl full alien fish.

Bernard touched me on the shoulder, making me jump. He laughed and ushered me forward. “Let me take you inside as my guest. Not many people get to see the show before it is ready. In fact not many people get to see this show at all. It is by ‘Invitation Ony’ and I am inviting you”

I looked towards the doorway, a little worried, wondering what I would see in there. “Is it OK? Will I be safe? I asked. “I don’t want to go in if I’m not welcome”

It was useless to object because I was already at the entrance. I hadn’t even been aware of my legs moving to walk. Everything was surreal. Was I dreaming?

I sat down on a stool just inside the door, not daring to go any further. I was overwhelmed with the lights, the noise and the characters that were practising their acts in front of me. This was not any type of circus I had seen before.

“Bernie, Bernie, I am so happy to see you” I turned around to see what can only be described as a small alien. “Mortag my dear, how I have missed you” Bernard replied as he picked her up and kissed her passionately. When they eventually came up for air Bernard introduced me. “This is my friend Poppy, she got the wrong bus home. Poppy, this is Mortag, my wife. I haven’t seen her in so long because she has been visiting her family on the planet Zyron”

“Pleased to meet you” I heard myself say weakly as I watched them walk down to the circus ring. Bernard was almost seven fee, and Mortag was barely four. I had to be dreaming.

Jack reappeared and sat next to me. His face was freshly painted and he was twitching with excitement. “Isn’t it fun, I love this show. I hope they pick me”

I sat stunned, not knowing what to say or what to think, just watching in awe as the strangest people I have ever seen warmed up to perform.

“Are you going to stay and watch me?” Jack asked

“Yes of course I am. Looking forward to it too” I answered.

Did I have a choice? I had no idea where I was and no clue how I was going to get home.

I knew I was about to witness something I had never seen before and would most likely never see again. I was a little scared.

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Who will join the Circus?

The bus turned off the main road and onto a dirt track, I had no idea where we were, or if I was anywhere near home. I didn’t feel threatened in any way, so I was no longer scared, but I really needed to get home. My parents would be in bed already, but they would notice my empty bed in the morning and worry. We rumbled along slowly, the headlights illuminating nothing at all, we were in the middle of nowhere.

Were were we? I started to hear music, circus music. I pressed my face up against the window and in the distance I saw light. It was hard to make out what it was because my face reflected in the window. As though reading my mind, the lights went off in the bus, allowing me to see outside. What I saw in the distance were big bright tents. The Circus really was in town.

The atmosphere on the bus changed. The little people started throwing each other around, literally. Snake girl started to dance gracefully to the sound of an Indian flute. Jack started juggling. The bearded lady took out a mirror and rearranged her beard, combing it and making it shine. There was and air of excitement.

Bernard continued reading his book solemnly. I felt sorry for him, he didn’t seem to fit in. “Whats going on, why is everyone so excited?” I asked.

“They are all practicing their acts for the circus. They need to audition just like movie stars”

“Don’t you have to audition too?”

“No, I just walk around looking scary, no one else looks like me. I get a job every year.”

Bernard carried on reading while I sat and watched the show. The bus trundled along the bumpy road getting closer to the brightly lit tents. The music was louder and the juggling and acrobatics on the bus became more frantic. Finally we stopped in a brightly lit parking lot. We parked next to big camper van which was surrounded by shiny motorcycles. Painted on the gas tanks were the words ‘death rider’. A twelve-foot man walked past, was he on stilts, or was he the tallest man on earth?

I was caught up in the atmosphere and began to feel excited. Hitler stood up and escorted his bearded beauty from the bus.  Jack gestured for snake girl to go ahead of him, wanting to keep his eye on her writhing locks. I wanted to keep my eye on the little people and watched the somersault their way to the front of the bus before standing up.

Bernard and I got off the bus together and stood still for a while watching the chaos in front of us. I was still worried about getting home, but I was distracted by the craziness of the night.

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Journey to Insanity

The Clown rolled backwards at the sound of my scream. He fell on his bottom between the seats and sat there looking dazed. Although I felt a little sorry for him I remained in my hiding place, unsure of my surroundings. Where had this bus come from?  Currently I was on a bus driven by Hitler and the only other passenger was a clown.

The bus stopped again and I heard the door open. We were in the middle of the County Durham Countryside. There were no lights and the moon was hiding behind a cloud. I heard the sound of slow heavy footsteps as another passenger climbed the steps and paid his fare.

I looked across to where the clown, who was still sitting on the floor. His eyes were wide and he was trembling. He scuttled across to me without standing up. We crouched at the back of the bus, peeping above the seat in front to see who was about to share our journey.

We weren’t quite expecting to lock eyes with Frankenstein . It was pointless hiding anymore so the clown and I huddled together on the back seat of the bus. I couldn’t believe I was holding hands with a clown.

To be honest, although the latest passenger looked like Frankenstein, he certainly wasn’t scary. Instead he looked quite sad. He was tall and not very well-coordinated. His head was a little flat on top, and he had a big scar on his forehead, but he looked rather shy.

He sat sideways on the seat in front so he could talk to us. “Hello” he said “my name is Bernard”

The clown and I laughed. Bernard looked hurt and turned his back. “I’m sorry” I said “I didn’t mean to laugh, I just didn’t expect you to be called Bernard. My name is Poppy.”

“Poppy, Poppy.” said the clown “You don’t look like a flower. My name is Jack”

“Jack’s are alway heros and you don’t look like a hero.” I replied, a little annoyed.

Bernard turned around and smiled at us. “I know, everyone thinks I should be called Frankie like the monster.”

I felt safe again and started to think of Herman Munster, from the TV show. Bernard looked like Herman Munster, he wasn’t scary at all.

“What are you laughing at” a voice hissed. An awful voice filled with hatred and venom.

Another passenger had crept aboard, a passenger I really didn’t want to get close to.


She slithered down the middle of the bus and made herself comfortable on the back seat next to Jack, who was holding my hand so tightly it hurt.

Her body moved constantly as she rattled and hissed. She was beautiful, but deadly. I was unable to speak. Bernard moved to the front of the bus. I saw Hitler’s reflection in the rear view mirror. He was enjoying the show.

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Bus ride or FREAK SHOW?

I was the only passenger on the bus and was more than a little worried. My driver looked like Adolf Hitler and was driving at what felt like the speed of light. Not sure what to do, I clung on to the seat in front of me and prayed. It didn’t work. Was this the midnight express to hell?


I heard a noise from above me and watched the roof peel away to reveal a terrible sky. A sky that looked like an evil face grinning down at me with a mouth that could open at any moment and swallow me whole.

Were we flying or was the sky bearing down on me?

I crouched on the floor between the seats and made myself as small as I could. Like an ostrich hiding its head, I hoped I had become invisible.

Low laughter rumbled in the clouds, mocking me. The bus stopped abruptly and I heard the doors open! Frozen with fear I remained on the floor awaiting my fate.

The bus pulled away again. Heavy footsteps slowly approached my hiding place.

Something touched my shoulder. I daren’t look. I could feel warm breath on the back of my neck. My imagination was on overdrive as I expected the worst.

“The Circus is in town” said a voice close to my ear.


I looked up to see a clown looking down at me. I screamed! I hated clowns.

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