Chapter 65 - The Little Girl<hr>


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    The Circus Joker''s laughter died in his throat as he watched the scene unfold before him. The little girl, her haunting blue eyes now gleaming with an otherworldly light, stood at the center of the chaos she had unleashed.


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    The crowd''s cheers had turned to screams of terror. People clutched their heads, tears streaming down their faces as they battled unseen horrors. The phases of the moon above the girl''s head pulsed with an eerie, pulsating glow, casting twisted shadows across the fairgrounds.


    "Oh, but don''t be fooled by this small frame, my dear spectators!" the Joker called out, his voice wavering slightly. "For this one—this one—she is special. And I intend to break her until she knows it."


    He threw her to the ground, the impact sending a dull shock through her frail body. But she made no sound. No cries. No resistance. This wasn''t new. Pain was an old friend, one she had known since she was small enough to still believe in kindness.


    Memories surged through her mind. Her mother—once beautiful, now a broken soul, twisted and hollowed. The endless lessons, the relentless torture. The chains, the darkness, the words that cut deeper than knives.


    "You will be nothing," her mother''s voice echoed in her mind, soft and sing-song, full of venom.


    "You are nothing."


    The Joker circled her, his painted grin now a mask of uncertainty. "Ahhh, how dull," he mused. "No fun at all when they don''t break properly. But that''s alright." He squatted down, gripping her chin in his fingers. "I know just how to fix that."


    With a snap of his fingers, performers surged forward, ropes in their hands. They bound her wrists, dragged her toward the center of the tent. The crowd roared as the circus took its cues from the Joker, performers spinning around her like a storm.


    The first lash struck her back, fire streaking across her skin. By the third, she was floating, detached, watching it all happen to someone else.


    And then—something cracked inside her.


    The lights dimmed, flickering as if caught in the grip of an unseen force. A hush fell over the circus, broken only by the sound of a single woman''s scream. Others followed, hands grasping at empty air, eyes wide in horror as unseen figures loomed in their vision.


    The ghosts had come. Their mothers.


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    To be Continued...