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The circus was quiet, too quiet for a Friday night. The normally packed audience stands lay completely empty and the tiniest noise seemed to echo for miles in the eerie silence. A ghastly silhouette stretched up the fabric of the tent, illuminated only by the light of a thin candle. The shape laughed manically as he spotted his two victims, attempting to flee.
"What was that?!" Samson the strongman whispered fearfully to his much smaller friend he looked around.
"I don't know," Max the magician replied as he checked his surroundings quickly.
"What if it's the ghost clown? He's come for us like the others!" Samson cried, his deep voice almost breaking as he clutched onto Max tightly. "It's the curse! Just like he said!"
"Lemme go," choked Max. Then he noticed something that sent a shiver down his spine. "S, samssson," he stuttered, pointing to the long dark shadow on the normally cheery fabric.
The ghost clown laughed again, then vanished from sight. The two men looked at each other and Samson, picking up his friend with one arm, ran for the exit. Anticipating this, the ghost clown cut a rope from above, and suddenly, a huge crate of Samson's dumbbells came crashing down on the terrified duo.
"Run Samson! Run!" Max screamed as his friend only barely managed to avoid the bombardment.
With Max still in tow, he then dived through the open flap of the tent and grabbed a tandem bike propped against one of the trailers outside. He quickly jumped onto it and, after making sure both he and his friend were properly secured (helmets and all) he started pedaling like he had never done before. Both of them sighed in relief, glad to get away from that crazy place.
"Okay, I think we should go find some help. We're the only ones who got away and - wait... Can you here that?" Max asked, his heart suddenly dropping as he listened to the harsh grinding sound coming from nearby.
Samson listened intently for a moment, before his face turned completely white. "I think it's coming from the bike..."
Before either of them could process what this could mean, the bike suddenly split into two pieces. Both men screamed as they realised they no longer had control and continued moving at a rapid pace. Then, out of the darkness, a pair of headlights appeared on the road. They were going to get hit!