Creeping Phantoms

“Hurry up!” screamed Harry as he dashed through the open, crooked tent of the abandoned circus of phantoms. He ran through the dust-covered, decaying crumbling floor. And crouched behind the battered, red, velvet curtains and waited. Footsteps approached, causing Harry’s palms to sweat and his heart to thump. Shivering in fear Harry peered through the rusty red curtains and gasped  in horror…

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