In the quiet town of black River, nestled deep in the misty woods, there was a legend whispered among children , a tale that sent shivers down their spines whenever the moon hung low and the shadows grew long. It spoke of a sinister figure known only as the pierrot Clown, said to lurk in the abandoned circus grounds on the outskirts of town.
The circus had long been forgotten, its once vibrant tents now tattered and torn, its attractions reclaimed by nature's relentless grasp. But the Laughing Clown's presence remained, a haunting memory etched in the minds of those brave enough or foolish enough to come near.
One chilly October evening, a group of adventurous children gathered around a crackling bonfire deep in the woods. There was Kai , a fearless girl with a penchant for ghost stories; Noah , the prankster who boasted of never being scared; and Sarah, the eldest, who always approached tales of the supernatural with cautious curiosity.