Carny - October 13
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 October 1
October 13
Copley unrolled his new banner. On the long canvas strip, his image as a master magician presided over an orgy of figures …a mummy, seven or eight dancing girls, and a swarm of bats and ghosts.
Creepy, dripping letters a foot tall read, Professor Dread and the Holidays of Horror, October 13 – 31, and, under that, in smaller print. Someone will go home with a dead body every night. Now, he just needed to remember to have a chicken carcass available each night.
He’d spent some dough on the banner and now it was already out of date. After they finished with the cops in Teasdale, Miss Fe had ridden beside Copley in the truck. Copley’s Beam had laid an egg that was trying to hatch under his scalp, but he was sober enough to drive.
“You going to keep on, yes?” she asked him, her voice tight with worry.
“Sure. The old guy would’ve wanted that, right? And I need a good October to make my nut for the year.”
“We can handle it, same as before. I’ll run the girl show and you do your magic. We’ll take turns with the museum. Can the little guy help?”
“Buddy’s all right,” Copley said. “And Mina’s got a head on her inky shoulders. They’ll be fine.”
“What about Andrea?”
Copley heard something in the dancer’s voice and he cast a sideways look at her. “What about her?”
“You saw the look on her face when you told her Doc had given you his gaffs?”
He didn’t answer, letting the road rush past them for several moments as he tried to decide how to approach the subject. “It ain’t the gaffs,” he finally said. “Not all of them.”
“Just the one, eh?” Fe asked and snorted. “What are you going to do now, Copley?” she asked him. “Now that the Devil is yours?”
“I’m going to put him to work,” Copley laughed. “That’s one boy who always has a job.” He and Fe laughed together, but he heard the edge in her laugh and felt it in his own.
They’d pitched in a big field by Sketterton’s town park. Fe went her own way after Copley parked. He Looked at his tired banner wondered if he could get Jimmy the ride jockey to paint the devil into the picture, maybe with red paint. The kid had talent and would paint it so it looked pro.
Copley hung the banner, then opened a new pint and thought about Andrea. She had to be in Sketterton before the lot opened at 4. He had figured out the timing tonight, shorting Doc’s museum tours and carving an extra half hour for the spook show. Tonight’s magic act would pull out all the stops. Andrea in her skimpiest outfit and blood bags for the blade act. Big Mike would wear the monster suit and – when it was dark enough at the late shows – they’d work a blackout with fluorescent ghosts.
In a day or two, maybe he’d find a way to do his act among the gaffs, maybe bring the devil onstage. Yeah, that’d be great. If he could get the lights right, that thing popping out of a cabinet would scare the shit out of the rubes.
“Excuse me.” Copley turned toward the voice, trying to place the accent. Something European. The man who had spoken looked to be maybe sixty, a big, imposing air about him, like a preacher or a college professor. His clothes were uptown and a little old fashioned, like his moustache. “You are Edmond Copley?”
“Ned.”
“Good, good. Call me Nick. I am here to make you a proposition.”
October 13Copley unrolled his new banner. On the long canvas strip, his image as a master magician presided over an orgy of figures …a mummy, seven or eight dancing girls, and a swarm of bats and ghosts.
Creepy, dripping letters a foot tall read, Professor Dread and the Holidays of Horror, October 13 – 31, and, under that, in smaller print. Someone will go home with a dead body every night. Now, he just needed to remember to have a chicken carcass available each night.
He’d spent some dough on the banner and now it was already out of date. After they finished with the cops in Teasdale, Miss Fe had ridden beside Copley in the truck. Copley’s Beam had laid an egg that was trying to hatch under his scalp, but he was sober enough to drive.
“You going to keep on, yes?” she asked him, her voice tight with worry.
“Sure. The old guy would’ve wanted that, right? And I need a good October to make my nut for the year.”
“We can handle it, same as before. I’ll run the girl show and you do your magic. We’ll take turns with the museum. Can the little guy help?”
“Buddy’s all right,” Copley said. “And Mina’s got a head on her inky shoulders. They’ll be fine.”
“What about Andrea?”
Copley heard something in the dancer’s voice and he cast a sideways look at her. “What about her?”
“You saw the look on her face when you told her Doc had given you his gaffs?”
He didn’t answer, letting the road rush past them for several moments as he tried to decide how to approach the subject. “It ain’t the gaffs,” he finally said. “Not all of them.”
“Just the one, eh?” Fe asked and snorted. “What are you going to do now, Copley?” she asked him. “Now that the Devil is yours?”
“I’m going to put him to work,” Copley laughed. “That’s one boy who always has a job.” He and Fe laughed together, but he heard the edge in her laugh and felt it in his own.
They’d pitched in a big field by Sketterton’s town park. Fe went her own way after Copley parked. He Looked at his tired banner wondered if he could get Jimmy the ride jockey to paint the devil into the picture, maybe with red paint. The kid had talent and would paint it so it looked pro.
Copley hung the banner, then opened a new pint and thought about Andrea. She had to be in Sketterton before the lot opened at 4. He had figured out the timing tonight, shorting Doc’s museum tours and carving an extra half hour for the spook show. Tonight’s magic act would pull out all the stops. Andrea in her skimpiest outfit and blood bags for the blade act. Big Mike would wear the monster suit and – when it was dark enough at the late shows – they’d work a blackout with fluorescent ghosts.
In a day or two, maybe he’d find a way to do his act among the gaffs, maybe bring the devil onstage. Yeah, that’d be great. If he could get the lights right, that thing popping out of a cabinet would scare the shit out of the rubes.
“Excuse me.” Copley turned toward the voice, trying to place the accent. Something European. The man who had spoken looked to be maybe sixty, a big, imposing air about him, like a preacher or a college professor. His clothes were uptown and a little old fashioned, like his moustache. “You are Edmond Copley?”
“Ned.”
“Good, good. Call me Nick. I am here to make you a proposition.”
Go on to October 14
Copyright 2011 Angela Caperton. All rights reserved. Content may not be copied or used in whole or part without written permission from the author.
Copyright 2011 Angela Caperton. All rights reserved. Content may not be copied or used in whole or part without written permission from the author.
Posted by Angela Caperton at 10/13/2011 5:54 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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