Carny - October 9
Welcome to my serial Carny! I hope you enjoy this little Halloween treat. New episodes will appear every day through October.
Step right up! For just a dime see wonders beyond imagining!
And maybe we'll let you leave with your soul...
Step right up! For just a dime see wonders beyond imagining!
And maybe we'll let you leave with your soul...
Start here for Part 1
October 9
They’d rolled into Teasdale just after noon, and while the show pitched in a big field south of town, Copley drove Doc Neimann to a little bar on the north side, where they began to work at becoming drunk on Beam shots. Copley needed someone to talk to, and the old man was the closest thing he had to a friend in the carnival.
“I’ve never met anyone like her,” he told the wizened showman.
“She is something, isn’t she?” Neimann said. “So pretty and so … free. I knew girls like her in Berlin before the war but they are not so common in America. You’ve fucked her, yes?”
Copley took a shot and refilled the glass. “More like she fucked me, but yeah. There’s something about her. You know, I touch her and it’s like I’m more alive than I’ve ever been. You can see she does the same thing to the yokels.”
Doc chuckled. “Twenty years ago I would have fought you for her. Just one thing I tell you. Don’t fall in love with her.”
Too late, Copley thought, but he said, “Yeah.”
“Such girls are like priestesses of the old gods, you know? They don’t belong to men.”
It was Copley’s turn to laugh. “Save that for the rubes.”
They drank in silence for a few minutes, and Copley was aware enough of the few townies in the bar around them that he lowered his voice and leaned toward Doc. “You still going to show the devil here, right? After what happened up the road?”
The old man made a whinnying noise. “Of course. Is my lucky day at the races, ja? Word will be out and they will all come to see the monster.”
“What do you suppose happened back there? Where’d that hair come from?”
Dr. Neimann quietly drained his glass and reached for a refill. Copley sensed the old man wanted to speak but maybe didn’t know the words. Finally, Doc managed, “It’s happened before. Long time ago. Something bad but magical, ja? Real magic.”
Copley considered that and wondered if he was being conned again. “Where’d you get that thing anyway? It’s a hell of a gaff.”
“Oh, it’s no gaff, Ned. I bought it from a man in Greece in 1948.”
He started to laugh then he realized Doc was entirely serious. “No shit? What the fuck is it?”
“The man I bought it from said it was the skin of a satyr. I had it stuffed a little, but who knows? It may be exactly what he said.
“Sometimes, I think I might have seen it move.”
October 9They’d rolled into Teasdale just after noon, and while the show pitched in a big field south of town, Copley drove Doc Neimann to a little bar on the north side, where they began to work at becoming drunk on Beam shots. Copley needed someone to talk to, and the old man was the closest thing he had to a friend in the carnival.
“I’ve never met anyone like her,” he told the wizened showman.
“She is something, isn’t she?” Neimann said. “So pretty and so … free. I knew girls like her in Berlin before the war but they are not so common in America. You’ve fucked her, yes?”
Copley took a shot and refilled the glass. “More like she fucked me, but yeah. There’s something about her. You know, I touch her and it’s like I’m more alive than I’ve ever been. You can see she does the same thing to the yokels.”
Doc chuckled. “Twenty years ago I would have fought you for her. Just one thing I tell you. Don’t fall in love with her.”
Too late, Copley thought, but he said, “Yeah.”
“Such girls are like priestesses of the old gods, you know? They don’t belong to men.”
It was Copley’s turn to laugh. “Save that for the rubes.”
They drank in silence for a few minutes, and Copley was aware enough of the few townies in the bar around them that he lowered his voice and leaned toward Doc. “You still going to show the devil here, right? After what happened up the road?”
The old man made a whinnying noise. “Of course. Is my lucky day at the races, ja? Word will be out and they will all come to see the monster.”
“What do you suppose happened back there? Where’d that hair come from?”
Dr. Neimann quietly drained his glass and reached for a refill. Copley sensed the old man wanted to speak but maybe didn’t know the words. Finally, Doc managed, “It’s happened before. Long time ago. Something bad but magical, ja? Real magic.”
Copley considered that and wondered if he was being conned again. “Where’d you get that thing anyway? It’s a hell of a gaff.”
“Oh, it’s no gaff, Ned. I bought it from a man in Greece in 1948.”
He started to laugh then he realized Doc was entirely serious. “No shit? What the fuck is it?”
“The man I bought it from said it was the skin of a satyr. I had it stuffed a little, but who knows? It may be exactly what he said.
“Sometimes, I think I might have seen it move.”
On to October 10
Copyright 2011 Angela Caperton. All rights reserved. Content may not be copied or used in whole or part without written permission from the author.
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Posted by Angela Caperton at 10/9/2011 2:27 PM 
Categories: Horror, Carny, Angela Caperton, Erotica
Tags: Angela Caperton erotica horror Carny
Categories: Horror, Carny, Angela Caperton, Erotica
Tags: Angela Caperton erotica horror Carny
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