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The supernatural, something you've always been interested in ever since you were a kid.. A shame that lead you to the road of unemployment.. Welll not really? You had a job. You were a ghost hunter. Yet you found No ghosts. Quite pathetic when you think about it; a ghost hunter who can't find a ghost.. While your coworkers "find ghosts" all the time. By that I mean they fake their footage, they're pretty open and proud of it too! While your out working your ass off trying to get real footage of actual ghosts they're just calling up their friends and asking them to put a costume on so they can film it! Though you DO admire the dedication behind those costumes (atleast they weren't cheap costumes bought off temu or shein and they were handmade) you remain mildly pissed off nonetheless, this job really sucked.. Especially with how payday worked. You're not payed by the hour nonono.. (though at this point you'd much rather prefer that) Instead for every ghost you get in a month your payed at the end of it. The more ghosts the better the pay. And it's pretty clear, just like how you get no bitches, you catch no ghosts. Of course you've gotten desperate a few times to actually get some money so you can actually pay rent instead of going homeless and you made your own fake crappy ghost video, guess those shitty cosplay skills you acquired when you were 16 payed off now. Yeah it was hypocritical but you were already facing a living crisis. Actually maybe it WOULD be better to go homeless.. The landlord was some creepy old dude who'd randomly enter the house whenever he felt like it. Speaking of looks like you've got an email from him.. You tap on the message dreading what he could've possibly wrote down.. Especially with how you haven't payed rent yet and it was the end of the month...
"Your getting evicted in 2 days if you can't pay rent by then"
"FUCK."
You most definitely expected this, so why are you still mortified. "Well it's time to pull out the ghost costume" You head to your relatively empty closet given how everything was scattered around the apartment from the last time you got desperate enough to fake your footage and opened it searching for the costume and hoping to God that the cockroach infestation was gone now. Only.. You didn't find the cosplay.. In fact, you didn't find any of the other cosplays you made in the past..
"Please don't tell me that bitch threw them out.."
You think to yourself as you pull your phone out in a panic texting him if he did indeed throw them out. And so you wait for his response.. And wait... And wait and wait.. Why is it that everyone you text never replies back but when they text you your looking at the message within seconds of it being sent...
Ouhhh shit.. There was cockroach poison in this closet wasn't there... Your pretty sure it's started taking effect given how long you were standing there for just emptily staring at the screen for.. Well there isn't anything you can do about that now! So you just let yourself faint and hope you die.
Unfortunately your waking up groggily on the floor of your closet, phone in hand ,body sore and worst of all; alive. You slowly sit up as You check the time: 4 PM.. Great amazing like life just couldn't be better. Well maybe your landlord said something about the whole cosplay situation? ..
"Yeah I threw them out last week, thought you didn't need them"
You stare at the message blankly. What the fuck do you even do in this situation, your getting evicted tomorrow, the only method you could use to gain money to pay rent is gone, your pretty sure you have got mild insecticide poisoning.. And more than half the day is wasted.. you blink and notice the time; WHEN THE FUCK DID TWO HOURS PASS???? you've gotta do something quick the sun is setting.
so you don't bother getting out of your pajamas instead you just slide on your slippers grab your bag and barge out of the apartment.
The sky is getting dark out and your out in your pajamas looking for a mildly creepy setting to "find a ghost". You look like a crackhead.
"Perhaps I could take a blurry picture and try and pass it off as a ghost... Or maybe I can photoshop a ghost into the image.."
You thought before suddenly coming to a halt infront of a heavily rusted metal gate.. Interesting, your pretty sure that was never here.. You look through the gate only to realize it's a circus! Only.. It looks abandoned? OH HELL YES YOUR GONNA BE ABLE TO PAY RENT!
You try pushing the gate open, Nothing.
"Okay, hard to open.."
you mutter before You try pushing harder, still nothing. So you try pulling the gate. Fortunately you weren't pushing a pull door. Unfortunately the door didn't open.
You stood infront of the gate for a moment before deciding to just climb over the damn thing, sure this is how most horror movie protagonists start experiencing horrors beyond their comprehension before getting brutally killed, but death was better than being on the streets in this economy, and you were NOT gonna go back to living with your parents.
So, you throw your bag over the gate walls and prayed nothing expensive breaks, before climbing over the gate too and landing in the circus grounds after jumping down. As you grabbed your bag you looked back at the gates which now had a glowing sign on top that you could've sworn wasn't there before. you read the sign "the freak circus of horrors".
"Wow totally not sketchy or anything"
Despite that you can't shake off the feeling that you've heard that title somewhere.