Bob, who’s profession was a doctor, cautiously strode into the mysterious circus. Above him was an ancient, crooked tent that was slowly falling like a hand trying to grasp your body. Behind him was a row of seats that had cobwebs holding the structure together. There was a room to his far right. It had not one, not two, not ten but hundreds and hundreds of rusty cages, all but one was open, inside the unopened cage was a skeleton of a poor monkey wrestling with the lock. How did all but one get out? How long has the monkey skeleton been there? At the very back of that same room was a door, it was jammed shut. What was behind the door? Back in the centre, you could see the glistening moonlight through the gaping holes in the tent shining on the floor that had mud scattered all over it, it was like quick sand waiting patiently for its pray. sssppppwwip!