The tea party

The tea party

A Story by Bilance

After being found out and swiftly knock unconscious, Steve found himself in a tea party with a girl in a cute red dress that wants to kill them.


“I am so glad that you decided to join us for a bite,” A cheery voice piped up as Steve’s eyes fluttered open to the blinding stage lights. When his eyes adjusted to his surroundings, he found himself seated before a table with a plate of hotdogs and a paper cup in front of him. “You have no idea how happy I was when I found you guys presenting yourselves in the truck carriage.” The girl sitting across steve giggled.

Steve felt his body’s temperature plummet into sub-zero degrees as his eyes met with the yellow blood thirsty orbs, Maple’s eyes. The girl who personally impaled their friend through a pole in the merry-go-round ride. Maple tilted her head like her confused puppy.

“What’s wrong? Don’t like the food?” Did she even need to ask? The thing in front of him is a product of murder! Steve opened his mouth to shout bloody murder when Maple reached over the table. A lump bulged in his throat and his words blocked with fear and his heart raced as the small fingers slowly stretches towards him.

“Oh…looks like someone has woken up.” Maple lips shifted into a mischievous grin as she gave a side-glance to the blond lady, Tiffany, who just began to groggily open her eyes. Maple withdrew her hand and sat back on her plastic chair.

“Welcome back to earth miss,” Maple chirped with a deceptively cheerful and innocent voice.  “Good to have you with us. Once again.” Maple drawled the last two words as if it had a hidden history behind it.

“You motherless freak! I wished that the circus had burn down with all of you freaks in it!” Tiffany spat in anger once she regained conscious. A soft creak sounded of a chair dragging its feet against its floor as Maple stood up. Steve’s terrified gaze followed Maple as she made her way over to Tiffany. He watched in horror as the pair of petite hands gripped her chin and the side of her head. A sharp crack pierced the silence followed by a deafening screech of pain causing Steve to jam his palms against his ears.

“At least my mother taught me not to say anything if there is nothing pleasant to say.” Maple turned over to steve and gave a wink as she stuck out her tongue playfully. “Aren’t I right mister?” Steve said nothing with only his eyes wide open, traumatised from the brutality that happened before him. Tiffany’’s face… A huge swell has formed on her cheeks with streams of blood pouring out of her shifted jaw, no longer aligned.

“You’re crazy!” Steve exclaimed. Maple merely giggled at the comment before staring back at him right in the eyes.

“I lost it long ago but I won’t be alone soon.” Maple replied as she smiled with intent.

Steve shot out of his chair and made a dead sprint towards to entrance of the tent in a desperate attempt to escape. “Oh mister, I have no time to play catch with you.” Maple voiced mused. A burning red pain jolted into his vision and Steve sprawled onto the floor face first as he clutched a piece of rubber squeezing around his neck.

“Can’t believe that old training equipment still works until now.” Maple’s bewildered voice commented as the faint footsteps drew nearer to Steve. He could see the entrance wide open with the yellow buses filling up with people. He began to crawl. He could make it, just a bit more and he would be out of the tent.

“Come on don’t leave, I was only playing.” The Maple called out jestingly, her voice louder this time. She is approaching! Steve clawed and kick his way forward in a last ditch effort to escape. Almost making it out of the stage ring and into the darkness of safety when something small slipped under his stomach. Steven flipped over like a hamburger on a grill and laid there in exhaustion as his consumer loomed over him with a wide grin spread across her face.

“Don’t worry killing you would be no fun.”  Steve stared up at the black soles of Maple’s red boot hovering above his head like a guillotine. “We still have lots of laughter to share together, after I find your missing friend.” Her foot came down and his vision went black.

© 2016 Bilance

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Added on November 4, 2016
Last Updated on November 5, 2016
Tags: Circus, Horror, Gore




Hi my name is Bilance. I love writing stories and I would be happy to take critics in order to improve my skills for my audience. I am strong in writing action scenes but I also do enjoy writing any g.. more..

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