I can still remember the sounds of the jumbled, chaotic scenario my mind had transported my consciousness into. I knew that where I stood was not in reality but this didn’t change the fact that fear dwells far and deep inside a child’s mind and can make anything seem possible. So there I was, a happy young boy with his family at the carnival only a kid can dream of. The smell of freshly popped kettle corn, the lights of the ferris wheel, the little girl with cotton candy as tall as her head; all the sights and sounds expected and anticipated when a carnival is incepted in a child’s imagination.
Everything was joyful and happy; my mother,father, and younger siblings all enjoying the festive atmosphere and each other’s company. Unknowingly though, my dream had other intentions and a dark cloud began to fall on the whole carnival. This dark cloud came to life, transforming into a thunderstorm that soon shut down the carnival and had people fleeing for the exits. My family decided it was best to wait for the storm to die down inside the Funhouse and leave afterwards. We walked inside and right away the Hall of Mirrors started to take my mind off the shitty situation of the outside weather. All the mirrors were distorted and each and everyone I would run up to and make silly faces. It wasn’t until about the fifth or sixth mirror when I realized I had been seperated from the rest of my family.
Everyone had seemingly disappeared and all I could hear now was the looped carnival song inside the Funhouse. I tried to retrace my steps and started to yell out for my family; only to find myself looking back at a lopsided, skewed version of my own face in one of the mirrors. Now I was panicking and yelling at the top of my lungs. My heart began to throb from underneath my ribcage and the walls seemed to breathe along with my breathing. The halls began to get tighter and tighter and the looped carnival song felt like it was getting faster and louder. And just when I was about to give up, there it was. The song had stopped and there hanged the big red sign that said “EXIT.” With a huge sigh of relief, I grabbed the door handle as a small smile slowly cracked upon my face. ”I was just being dumb and childish and I won’t ever get lost from my family again.”
I open the door, a huge creak as it swings open to a completely dark hallway. There’s something there in the dark but I can’t completely make out what or who it is. I call each member of my family’s name out loud but there is no response. ”Wait I thought this was the exit…”