Circus Kane Page #6

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booby traps and dead bodies.

And we have no clue how

any of this happened.

Fine.

Wait here.

That girl's been through hell.

Yes she has.

Here.

Check this out.

Well, your story checks out.

The footage from the house backs up

everything you said so you're free to go.

Thanks.

Hey, I'm sorry.

It's okay.

You were just doing your job.

Well it must at least

give you some comfort

knowing that monster Kane

who tried to kill you

and burn your father, Robbie

Valentine, all those years ago,

well he finally got what he deserved.

That monster.

Goodnight, Miss Valentine.

Goodnight, officer.

Endure the pain to learn true

magic, you must endure the pain.

Magic, sacrifice.

It's almost done for us, darling.

Valhalla waits for the

boast of warriors.

Don't worry, Father,

you'll be out soon enough.

The art of misdirection is the power,

to direct the audience's

attention in one direction,

while making them

distracted from the other.

Must go out with a bang.

What if I can't do it,

what if I'm not good enough?

And our reward shall be immortality.

You ready?

It's show time.

Okay.

Welcome my future corpses,

to Circus Kane

where you'll see the most amazing

freak show ever known to man.

The two-headed woman, the dog-faced boy.

Where women are sawed in half,

where limbs are ripped and lions will

tear the entrails from the infidel.

Here at Circus Kane, pain's

pleasure and pleasure is pain.

And we provide it all,

for your entertainment.

So come on down and see...

what it's all about.

At Circus Kane.

This Halloween feed your fear.

Fear, the hunger of your soul

begging to be tested.

Be reborn with the new hippodrome

of horror, the new Circus Kane.

The only experience from

the true undead legend

of the macabre, Balthazar Kane,

went insane

and murdered them all for world acclaim.

Now, his soul haunts

the house of that day.

Do you dare to go to his

valley of the shadow of death?

Listen closely and

you'll feel his breath.

See you soon.

Stuck in my own prison

I can not pretend

I bury my thoughts so deep within

The poison in my soul

that I cannot control

Save

Your sick

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