A new story from the Kettleby Archive: 3 Terrifying Dark Places You Can Never Truly Leave Animated
Some summers end with things you can't explain. And some friends come back from the dark carrying something that was never quite human. Have you ever looked out across a fairground at two in the morning and realised that one of the rides was still moving — even though you'd cut the power an hour ago? I needed the eighty-five quid.
The last bus had gone at midnight. So I stayed. The contract was one week, cash in hand. Oswald's Travelling Fair. Midnight to six, solo. Generator shed sat at the far north end. A row of locked-up stalls ran down the middle. And the old Funhouse crouched at the south gate like it had been waiting there for years.
Della, the site manager, handed me a laminated sheet before she left. No entry to the Funhouse after midnight. Do not respond to voices from the Hall of Mirrors. Check the generator shed on the hour, every hour. I read them like a takeaway menu and pocketed the sheet. She also handed me a dictaphone.
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Sleep well. Or try to.