8 pm:

Candice grabs the masks out of the closet. Some of them stained with fake blood, and some stained with real blood. She hears soft steps padding over on the hardwood floor. It’s Charlotte.

“Ay, Candice, we’ve sold 1,635 tickets so far!”, Char exclaimed before jumping on the counter, sitting comfortably on it before continuing, “Your idea of making a Horror Carnaval was the best!”, she giggled while grabbing the knives to sharpen them.

Candice laughed and propped the heavy costume mask boxes on the floor. “That’s great news, and to add on that…”, Candice stretched out the word for suspense as she pulled out her phone. Charlotte was beaming for more good news.

Candice opened her sales app. “166 masks sold from our costume shop, and-“, Candice paused when she got a notification from her aunt.

Her aunt was the one managing rumours and controversies. “Aunt Suzie is texting…”, Candice muttered and Charlotte frowned, jumping off the counter to lean over candice’s shoulder.

Aunt Suzie: More rumours are spreading about ‘if anyone dared to enter your house, they will never make it out.’

Candice: 1 grown man snuck in and 2 girls broke in already and both of them never came out either way, you can reassure them that it isn’t a rumour anymore at this point.

Aunt Suzie: But your address got leaked again! Aren’t you worried?!

Candice: Leave it be. Where do you think I get the skin and blood to make those masks that have been selling like crazy?

Candice closed the phone, sighing. “Bet there will be another break in tonight”, Charlotte beamed, already preparing the knives and masks.

Candice rolled her eyes, smiling. “2 days till the carnaval.”, Candice announced.

The carnaval that happened only once a year. Greatest of all times for its horror and realism, and not to mention the contract everyone had to sign before going in about them not being responsible for any injuries or deaths. It gave extra adrenaline.

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4 am: Candice and Charlotte were sleeping until they heard glass downstairs break. They both woke up calmly since this wasn’t the first time of having stupid human beings break in after being dared.

They looked at each other and got up quietly, it was time to make their own house, a private meat slaughter carnaval for whoever came in.

Candice grabbed the blood stained rabbit masks that covered the top half of their faces. Passing one to char, they grabbed their weapons and got out the room.

Char with the sledge hammer and Candice with the machete, the made their way through the dark house.

Hearing rustling in the kitchen, they smirked and padded downstairs. There, was a boy, a teenager perhaps, rummaging through the kitchen drawers for a weapon to defend himself.

“Such a stupid soul. You came in knowing you’ll die without even grabbing a weapon?!”, Charlotte chuckled humourlessly behind the boy, making him scream like a girl at the sight of us, making me laugh.

Char swings the hammer against the boy’s skull, shattering it into millions of pieces that drown the whole kicthen in little chunks of bone and blood.

Candice lodges the knife deep in his throat, sliding it down till it reached his pelvic area. Blood splashes everywhere like a fountain.

“Gosh, I have to stop getting blood all over these hardwood floors…”, Candice muttered.

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2 days later: At the carnaval: . Candice and Charlotte are wearing their iconic rabbit masks and black, blood stain proof, bodysuits. They’re standing confidently on the podium. The crowd expecting the normal yearly announcements of the new horror houses and rides, but they completely underestimated them.

“Welcome ladies and gentlemen”, Candice announced through the microphone, the speakers echoing off the loud and busy carnaval.

Everyone falls quiet as they notice Charlotte ready to pull the cover off of the wall behind Candice.

“Tonight, you have the free will to roam, wander, and experience our realistic horror infused experiences.”, Candice begins while pointing to the different horror houses. Every year there are new experiences.

“But this year, we have came to notice the rumours spreading around.”, Candice continued and watched the crowd mutter and whisper, knowing exactly what she’s talking about.

“I’ll be more than welcome to show you the consequences of who follow that ‘rumour’”, Candice looks over at Charlotte and nods.

The crowd falls silent again as Charlotte pulls down the giant black cloth, revealing the consequences.

The wall displaying the butchered insides and face of the boy from 2 nights ago.

The crowd screams in horror at the sight. Some cry and some freeze in shock.

“Let that sink in”, Charlotte says in her microphone with a bittersweet voice.

The End 🔪🔪