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Chapter Seven

Later that night, Richie was heading home. He didn’t want to but the carnival had closed for the night. All the places had closed for the night and the movie theater in town was on its last showing of new movies. Richie had had fun that evening at the carnival. He had done as many rides as he could and had seen quite a few attractions. He hadn’t seen the porcelain doll girl after she had vanished but Richie wasn’t bothered by that. He was sure that he would see her again during the next two days.

Richie saw families walking home from the Carnival of Delight. There were happy kids with prizes and face painting. Couples were staying close to each other with prizes. There were still balloons escaping to the sky. It would explain part of the reason why some kids were crying. No doubt none of the kids wanted to lose their balloons. They would probably get new ones the next day.

Richie came across the entrance to the cemetery. He stopped and looked at it. It was too dark to see that far into the cemetery. The lights for the place had needed repair but the local groundskeeper for the cemetery had never gotten to it. Seeing the cemetery though made Richie wonder why the porcelain doll girl had run into the cemetery. It wasn’t like she knew how to get around the cemetery or where the exit even was. He had been surprised that she had gotten over the wooden fence without ruining her outfit.

“Hey, what are you doing here?” A female voice asked.

Richie spun around. To his surprise, it was the four kids he had been in detention with. The girl was at the lead of the group. She had her arms crossed over her chest and looked like she wasn’t happy to see Richie there. “Who said you could be here?” The girl asked Richie.

Richie wasn’t going to give the girl the chance to intimidate him. “I live in this town. I can go in there if I want to.” He told the girl. “Why are you four here?” He then asked. This had to be good. Richie wasn’t sure if the girl could be intimidated or not but he was going to try.

The four kids looked at each other before they looked at one of the boys. “We have family members buried here.” The boy said. “They died while living in this town and were buried in the town cemetery. For me, it was my great-great grand uncle. Uncle Jackson.”

“My Great Aunt Elizabeth died here when she tried to get her doll out of the horse riding ring.” The girl said. “The horses got spooked when the doll landed and they went crazy.”

“My mom’s cousin, Cousin Timothy, died ten years ago during the fire that got started by accident.” One of the other boys explained.

“My great grandfather, Grandfather Nicholas, died in the old reptile coach that the Carnival of Delight used to have before they had to get rid of it.” The last boy said.

Richie counted the deaths off in his head. That was four deaths. So far, what his friend Alex had said was true. There had been four deaths at the Carnival of Delight. It didn’t mean that the Carnival of Delight was haunted. It just meant that it had a few accidents over the years. Every place that was like the carnival was sure to have accidents over the years. It didn’t mean that the place was haunted.

“Every year when the carnival comes here, we come to the cemetery to pay our respects to our family who died here.” The girl continued in a softer voice. “We don’t get to come here often since the carnival is always on the move.”

“I’m Jack.” The boy who had told Richie about his Uncle Jackson’s death then said.

“I’m Nick.” The boy with the dead great grandfather said.

“I’m Timmy.” The boy whose mom had lost her cousin said. “And this is Eliza.” He added, pointing to the girl.

“I’m Richie.” Richie told them.

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