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The Ringmaster



Estimated reading time — 3 minutes

The Ringmaster enjoys the cries and pleas of his acts. He enjoys the thrill of seeing pure, innocent fear in the eyes of whom he chases. He has no face, just a complete black mask with a single horizontal red line, marking his lips. His penguin vest and red, decaying carnation neatly in place. Pressed pants and shiny shoes to complete his spiffy outfit.A top hat decorates his head, just to add a bit of class. What really strikes fear in a soul’s eyes is the crack of his whip. A leather whip with an extraordinary silver handle. The whip itself, made of dried human skin. Each time the Ringmaster cracks his whip, agonizing human screams fills the room. Such painful and sorrow sounds, souls trapped for all eternity. The handle is where the Ringmaster keeps those unfortunate souls. Those unlucky to wake up before he traps their soul into his decorative silver handle.

The Ringmaster has such a torturous way of catching his potential acts for the night. It starts as a simple disturbing dream, one that you can shrug off in the morning. You’ll be in the audience of a circus, just you. The Ringmaster will introduce himself in a silky, yet pompous voice that thunders throughout the tent. He’ll crack his sinister whip, and you’ll hear them. The painful, agonizing screams of the trapped. It seems like it goes on forever, even though it was only a couple of seconds. You’ll startle awake and find you still have plenty of time to sleep left.

It goes on like this for a couple of nights, each night the Ringmaster will crack the whip multiple times until you, yourself, start screaming at the top of your lungs. You’ll be afraid to sleep, afraid to hear those screams that seem to entrap your own soul. Soon the ringmaster will come for you; he is training you.

Just as you think the screams stop, it gets worse. You’ll start waking up in the middle of the ring itself. Facing a decaying lion roaring its stake breath right into your nose. You’ll look around in terror and spot the Ringmaster, whip in hand. You hear the screams and as if you where being controlled, you put your hand inside the lion’s dead mouth. Just as his mouth is about to snap shut, you hear those horrible screams and you jolt awake. Realizing it was only a dream.

Every night the Ringmaster has something new for you. Testing you, whipping you, making sure you do the stunts correctly and effortlessly. You’ve made the long walk on a tightrope, making sure you don’t fall into the flaming pit below. Feeding those hungry decaying animals their juicy and bloody meat. You never see anybody else around except the Ringmaster, smiling slyly in the middle of his ring, waiting for a reason to let those screams out.

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The Ringmaster has gotten so amused with you, by this point, he craves your new talents. He keeps a watchful eye on you, whether you’re awake or asleep. You’ll hear these screams, feel the hot flames of the tight rope and even confuse the domestic pets for the decaying circus animals. One night you’ll go to sleep, and the Ringmaster will be waiting for you. In the middle of his ring, with all those wonderful decaying animals. Those hungry decaying animals stare at you as the belle of the ball.

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The Ringmaster cracks his whip harder than before, the screams almost breaking through your eardrums. Again he lashes the air with his whip. The screams grow louder and you drop to your knees. He circles around you as a thin smile forms on his blank face. Again these captured screams fill the air. The decaying animals Just staring at your pain, waiting. The Ringmaster strides closer to you, looking down at your pain. And with a swift move , whips you right on your back. You can’t move, you can’t scream. You feel your very soul leaving your body, making it impossible for you to even kneel. Again he lashes your back. You feel your skin tear, but no blood runs down. Your scream is taken away by the extravagant silver handle, and your skin tightens. The ship cracks once more, and you look down, seeing all your muscles exposed.

After the Ringmaster traps your soul in his silver handle, your screams will join the others.

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30 thoughts on “The Ringmaster”

  1. WELL THEN forget about me sleeping to night . I thoight it was really thrilling aboit how he just slowley captures you. But it’s pretty obvious from the start that you were goong to be joining their screams in the wip lashes i thought it was pretty good besides it was also pretty easy to figure the endind out.

  2. Great idea, fun story, dig the creativity. Lots of good ideas here. Just unbelievably poor execution. 4/10 because I liked the idea so much. Coulda used a rewrite or two. Lots of potential here in the material and the writer tho. Keep reading and writing!

  3. The “stake breath” and the “ship cracking”, though being minor typos, ruined the story because they made me snicker.
    Average, generally speaking, with more than a few unclear passages.

  4. TheIntimateAvenger

    How can he possibly trap you in a dream? I mean, if the dream is really that scary, then wouldn’t you just wake yourself up before it ends? Or am I the only one who can do that?

    1. I feel like your being pretty nitpicky on a story that has so many other things you could complain about. Maybe he can keep you from waking up. Maybe you don’t know it’s a dream. Maybe it’s more than a dream.

  5. ImaginationIsDangerous

    I love how you describe the Ringmaster, reminds me of an old scary movie. This story did good without the clowns, it seems more cliche to have them in an already bone-chilling story. 10/10

        1. 1) I can’t give permission in the author’s stead, sorry. If they turn up here and answer your question, good, but I can’t speak for them.

          2) You don’t have to send multiple comments about the same thing over and over. If a comment hasn’t been approved yet, it means I haven’t even SEEN it and thus haven’t had the chance to answer it yet.

        2. For what it’s worth, I did attempt to contact the author for you, but the email is bouncing back with errors… so all we can do is hope they show up here of their own accord.

  6. Stake breath?

    You mean steak breath? Not only was that spelled wrong, that isn’t scary. This pasta has potential but I feel like it was posted before it was finished cooking.

    This is the kind of thing that could have benefitted from being put on crappypasta as ‘undercooked pasta’ and from that feedback you could have improved it and resubmitted once it had been refined a little bit

  7. There are a few lapses in the Ringmaster’s development, in the first paragraph you said he has no visible face, just a horizontal red line that marks his lips. Here I am, picturing an expressionless black mask with a red line painted on it, then you go and say he smiles slyly, and later a thin smile forms on his face. It’s confusing, are his lips visible, or are they not? It needs cleaning up.

    There were also a few awkward wordings throughout the story such as “The handle is where the Ringmaster keeps those unfortunate souls. Those unlucky to wake up before he traps their soul into his decorative silver handle.” So, does he keep record of the people who have woken up during the dream in the handle? Has he somehow captured them before even touching them? Again, it’s confusing, and needs to be cleaned up. It needs a definite outline of events before the soul is captured. Furthermore, if he has captured the soul, how can a person wake up? Isn’t the soul the very essence (according to numerous religions) of human existence? If it isn’t for this story, that needs to be explained before these set of statements.

    “In the middle of his ring, with all those wonderful decaying animals.” Do you like the decaying animals now? It seems as though before, that these animals are terrifying, but now they are wonderful? Which is it, wonderful or scary?

    “The Ringmaster strides closer to you, looking down at your pain. ” This was just awkward for me to read, I would have gone with something along the lines of ‘The Ringmaster strides closer to you, watching as you writhe in pain’.

    “The ship cracks once more, and you look down, seeing all your muscles exposed.” First, I assume you mean whip… Anyway, you’re kneeling while he is whipping you, correct? How can you look down to see all your muscles exposed? Is it your soul that has risen out of you to look at your now mutilated body? Also, why is there no blood?

    There were also some grammatical/spelling errors throughout the story. I feel like you had a good idea, with mediocre execution. With some more work, and development, I think this could be pretty creepy. Like a revamped Freddy Kruger.

  8. I couldn’t read the whole thing to me it was like you couldn’t think of anything other than the word scream it was as if you kept repeating the same words over and over again.

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