A large gate was the entrance, one that curved into elaborate laughing faces. I wouldn’t have minded the faces if they had looked human. And while they were human the laughing had twisted them to a point of no return. This is exactly what the sign over the gate read: “The Point of No Return” in curly, colorful letters. From behind the gate came laughing, shouting, excitement.
“Where are we?” I asked Dan, who
was still standing and adjusting his wig from our fall into this place.
“I know you can read Sam. There’s
a sign right there,” he pointed up at it.
“Oh, of course, the point of no
return. I’ve been here many times; I understand perfectly what’s going on.”
“I see why you’re Sarcasm Sam,”
Dan rolled his eyes, walking toward the gate.
“I have yet to see what makes you
Delightful though.” As we approached the gate I realized the short man standing
next to it. He had a mustache that curled, and short hands that looked like
those of a baby. He wore a purple jacket and baggy purple pants.
“Come one, come all,” he said.
But the way he had said it made it clear he would rather be leaving than
coming. Dan suddenly lit up and hopped toward the man, as clown-like that
movement could’ve ever been.
“I’m Delightful Dan, this is the
other clown I was telling you about,” he said, gesturing toward me.
“Go on in,” the small man said
pointing toward what was inside the gate. I followed Dan into what slowly
became a mirror maze. But the reflections on the mirrors were not mine. And
these reflections, that didn’t belong to me or Dan, were pounding on the glass,
screaming, and loudest of all, laughing uncontrollably. The entire maze shook
with the pounding of a thousand different reflections without bodies.
“Wh- what is this?”
“Mirror maze,” Dan answered
nonchalantly. He walked through the maze like he knew the way and didn’t pay
any attention to the reflections. I tried to stay away from the mirrors that
weren’t regular mirrors. Finally, we reached the exit, which led to a small
tent. The tent split into four parts. The way we had come from was the mirror
maze. Then, there was one way labelled “Rollercoasters”, one labelled “Clowns”
and one labelled “Freaks”. In the middle of the tent sat a desk with a large
man sitting at it. He was not smiling, but the purple makeup around his lips
made him appear to be. He had a purple nose rather than the classic red one.
Too
much purple, I
thought.
“Dan,” the clown said, standing
and then taking Dan’s hand and shaking vigorously. It buzzed loudly with a joy
buzzer, but nobody said anything about it.
“Pie-eyes,” Dan responded.
“Pie-eyes?” I asked suddenly. The
purple clown turned towards me and I finally noticed that his eye sockets were
filled with cream pie filling instead of eyes.
“And you are?”
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