Carny Night
The snarling dog was almost immediately below him and barking up at him. Running footsteps were right behind. Harold looked down into the face of a smiling man. “Boy, what are you doing up there?”
Walking stealthily along the carnival Midway just after a dark midnight. Harold stayed near one side so he could see the watchman, if there was one, before he himself was seen. Most likely, anyone else there would be using a flashlight, so would be easy to spot in plenty of time.
Harold was on a dare, issued by his best friend. So why hadn’t Vinnie come with him? When he got back, he would call Vinnie what he was. A chicken! Cluck, cluck.
He was nearing the Fun House, with its plastic clowns and horrid creatures stapled to the entrance. In the near dark, their scary faces were subdued. The silence without the quirky sound effects and spooky laughter was as eerie as the shadowy figures.