"Jinkies... If I had known the others weren't going to show up, I wouldn't have come!" Velma said to herself. She shivered as the cold wind blew against her. She had heard about some strange things happening at the old, abandoned carnival down by the docks. She had planned to meet the others, but she was the only one who showed up. "Nice, guys, leave me with all the work..." It was pitch black. The sleuth was surrounded by run down carnival games and ripped tents. She shone the flash light in front of her, every now and then thinking she saw something move out of the corner of her eye. "Is anybody heeere?" she called out, when suddenly...
FLASH!
the lights of the carnival turned on, bright lights of every color flashing in her glasses. "Jinkies!" she tensed up, looking around in alarm. The sounds of the carnival rides and games slowly rose up, accompanied by eerie carnival music. "I-I'll find whoever's doing this!" she stammered, shining her flashlight in various directions, when her eyes caught...
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