Monday, October 18, 2021

House Of Horrors by Carole Gill



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Step into Carole Gill's House of Horrors... if you dare.

In this horror collection you'll find stories of vampires, zombies, murderous midgets, demon clowns, evil dolls, haunted cemeteries, a real shop of horrors, taxidermy gone haywire, serial killers and more!

Your worst fears and nightmares dished up for you with extra helpings of blood-curdling terror! 

Celebrate Halloween right this year! Buy my House of Horrors for $2.99. The anthology is packed with tales of horror, 100k words guaranteed to keep you up at night! You will find stories of vampires, zombies, murderous midgets, demon clowns, evil dolls, haunted cemeteries, a real shop of horrors, taxidermy gone haywire, serial killers and more! Your worst fears and nightmares dished up for you with extra helpings of blood-curdling terror!

And remember, my novel, Circus of Horrors was inspired by some characters in this anthology.


"They locked eyes onto the heckler as he was still going strong.
Could be worse,” Tommy said. “Could be a few of them.”

Just then the heckler called them both runts. Runts, they didn’t
like. Runts did more than rankle. But the stupid bastard finally shut
up when the clowns made their appearance.

There were three of them. They wore distinctive clown make up.
One was sad—there were tears painted under his eyes and his
drooping lips were done up artfully. He had learned makeup from
another clown he killed and ate. Well, no one’s perfect.

The other two clowns were also uniquely made up. Happy was
the jolly one. He had this big ass smile plastered across his face.
Sometimes he had the remains of food stuck in the corners of his

Hey, that ain’t lipstick, is it?”

The two other clowns would often tease him.
Oh shit!” He’d invariably say. “I am a messy eater!”

He was; he often had bits of flesh and blood scattered all over his
costume. Lou used to admonish him. In the last town Lou actually
found a half-eaten eyeball stuck onto Happy’s oversized shoe. He
gave it to him for that. Lou didn’t like to yell but Happy had to get
it together. Still, they remained friends.

The third clown’s make up was more unusual. He was the clowns’
clown. Dave was the one the other two would pretend to pick on. His
make-up was very old fashioned. It was the way clowns were made
up in mediaeval times.

All three began to respond to the audience, especially the children.
They’d make these exaggerated motions. They just mimed; they
never spoke. One child had already been chosen by one of them because he was fat. Lou loved fat little boys, all dimply and doughy

looking. The last boy he had eaten lasted a whole week! Boy oh boy
that little tub of lard was tasty. Happy did him up in a special glaze.
Happy liked to cook.

It’s gonna be a good show,” Lou said—sounding very upbeat. “I
can feel it in my bones.”

That’s when the orchestra started up again; just a few notes, after
which Sebastian introduced the trapeze act: the great Waldini and
his wife.

These acts, from the trick rider and her horse to the trapeze
couple, including the brass band as well as the lion tamer and lions,
were odd looking, expressionless. They performed well enough
though. It was only when you looked closely at them that there was a
sense something was radically wrong, as in weird, fucking and odd.

Only one person noticed. He had seen the show a few times, following
them from town to town throughout Ohio. He was studying the
acts. Something wasn’t right about it; something just stunk about
it. He didn’t know what it was, but he was determined to find out. It
would make his career as a reporter, he felt sure.

He watched the lion tamer strut out. The guy was attired in a
glittering, white outfit; pith helmet, whip and everything. The whip
cracked as the tamer barked out commands. The lions growled a few
times, nothing remarkable. In fact if anything, they looked bored. It
seemed their growls and raised paws didn’t have a sense of realism
which was most strange.

The midgets came out next. Dressed as always, very dapper. They
wore make up, nothing too theatrical, or clownish. It was just
enough to be interesting. Their faces were made up so that they
looked like manikins. Their faces were white and their eyelids were
lined in black. They wore lipstick and circles of rouge, too—their
hair was slicked back like George Raft’s and they flirted a lot with
the ladies. They seemed mischievous.

Actually they were interesting to watch because they were animated
and lively. The young man didn’t think anything untoward
about them or the clowns—not then.

They loved chow time. They ate around a big table in Sebastian’s
trailer. It had been some movie star’s house car in the twenties. The
rumor was it had been Mae West’s. Whatever the story, it was ace.
Everyone loved it particularly, Sebastian. In fact it was his home. He
had his own bathroom and kitchen area and bunks too—like plush
sofas they were.

The clowns always behaved themselves when they came in. They
were always polite and made a real effort to be pleasant.

The boys (Tommy and Hank) were dressed well; they’d shower in
the special shower tent before. They were very fastidious; much more
so than the clowns. The clowns had to be reminded of personal hygiene
periodically, but Sebastian didn’t mind. They were okay guys.

He smiled at the phrase. That was one of the 20th century expressions
he loved.

They were all enthused about the town and the show and everyone
started speaking at once. Sebastian had a few things to say but he
bided his time. He’d save it for last.

He was grinning at them. His gaunt face and pronounced cheek
bones gave him a skull-like look sometimes. He could have altered
his appearance from the tall, imposing man he was but he didn’t.
Every so often he did, but only if he had to.

At last he spoke. “I have a special menu for you guys tonight.” This
he said as he revealed a beautiful roast.

The clowns were excited. “Dave said he smelled something cooking
earlier. Didn’t you Dave?”

Dave agreed. “I bet I know what it is!”
Happy and Lou nodded. “He’s been driving us nuts all day. Saying
how he can’t wait to bite into a nice fat buttocks. Anyone we know,

Sebastian started to answer but looked over at Tommy and Hank.
They were looking as though they felt ignored. “Now boys, no one’s
forgotten about you.” He said as he handed them two tumblers. “This
is fresh, it’s nowhere near clotted.”

They oohed and awed and sniffed the giant tumblers.
Rich, ruby port! Might we know where that came from?”

Sebastian shook his finger in a good natured but teasing way.
Don’t pry it’s rude. Let’s just say that heckler paid for calling you
guys runts.”

Hank and Tommy clapped their little hands together. “Thank you!”
they cried.

Dave wanted to know where the rest of him was.
He’s been put away for tomorrow’s grub, is that okay?”

Happy and Lou were shaking their heads. “Dave, you gotta cut
down on the calories. You’re going to get too fat for your clown suit!”
Tommy started to laugh which only inflamed Lou. Well the clowns
and the midgets used to argue, coming to blows occasionally. Of
course the midgets always won. They were little, but they were strong
as vampires are.

Sebastian gently admonished them. He loved his boys as he called
them. They had been tossed around from circus to circus. In the
last place they had been, they were beaten constantly. When Sebastian
saw them, they were almost dead. He killed their tormenter,
but by that time, they were both gone. He raised them up because
he would not see them dead. When they rose up and realized what
he had done, they cried. Vampires do that. Sebastian had seen it
happen a lot.

He explained it all to them. “You’ll live forever, boys! You’ll never
be afraid. You’ll never be harmed or frightened. Isn’t that good?”
Eventually they grew into their undead existence as vampires do.
That was just after the war in Europe. It was 1918 when they were

Sebastian’s circus had grown quite a bit since then. There were
the acts he put in. They weren’t real people or animals. They were
creations of his sorcery..."

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