WILL YOU SURVIVE...? Book 1: Mortey The Killer Carni Clown
Author: J.D. Brown, B&B Games CEO

Chapter 12
The Hush

CHAPTER 12: The Hush


July 7th 1:59pm, Strawberry County Carnival, Richfork IA


JACK & JAMES tried explaining everything that they saw while at the carnival fairgrounds: their brother, the three bikers, the beer tent exploding, almost fighting with the one biker when the other two took off, the burnt beer servers; everything!

As JACK was talking, JAMES looked at the carnage around them: several body bags, motorbikes on their sides, and to say the least, all the backed up traffic! The cop they were talking too divided them up, telling JACK & JAMES to get into separate cop cars as other squad cars began to leave. Sirens began to blare and lights flashed as several emergency vehicles began to leave.

JAMES watched JACK leave in the car as another cop called for JAMES to get into the front seat of his car. JAMES climbed in as JACK’s squad car’s tail lights disappeared. The cop car JAMES was in had the engine running but it wasn’t moving. A call came over the unit scanner and the cop told the dispatcher he was in route to the carnival with the emergency squad. 

The cop turned to JAMES and asked, ‘What do you know about a clown killing people? Or an escaped convict?” JAMES was struck by the question and shook his head, saying he never heard anything. The cop smiled and said “Good.” He pulled out his 45. from the holster, fired seven shots into JAMES, and watched JAMES go limp.

The cop said, “The less you know about my nephews the better!” The officer put the car in gear and drove to the carnival gate.


NORMAN was still holding SCARLET when MORTEY looked up in NORMAN’s direction. MORTEY wasn’t moving from his position. NORMAN felt a shift in his arms as SCARLET went limp and heavy. For a moment, NORMAN’s heart sank and he felt sorrow for SCARLET, realizing he never would have made it to the security tent. NORMAN laid SCARLET gently in the grass right where he was standing, stood back up, and stared back at MORTEY.

For the moment, NORMAN was actually unsure and nervous about approaching his little brother. MORTEY’s make-up clowned face didn’t look right, or at least, the same. Something was different. Something was not completely human. Something…had become sinister.


Police cars, ambulances, and other emergency vehicles began to arrive at the fairground gated entrances of the carnival. Sirens were wailing the neighborhood and the vehicles were parking side by side by side. No patrons were around and most of the hometown people were already gone from the premises, which helped them in the long run. Paramedics began collecting their gear and supplies as police were collecting their guns and ammo from the trunks of their squad cars. Radios from each emergency personnel were blaring information and reports as squads were arriving at every gate.


NORMAN finally began to walk up to MORTEY as MORTEY began walking up to NORMAN. Behind MORTEY, on the steps of the Funhouse, NORMAN saw something he didn’t expect. Something NORMAN had gotten rid of but has reappeared here: his knife with the ‘N’ on the blade. NORMAN recognized that handle anywhere. Deep down, NORMAN knew he was going to need it.

NORMAN starred at MORTEY as MORTEY drew closer still holding the mallet. To NORMAN, MORTEY’s eyes were dark, evil, and not his own. MORTEY starred at his brother NORMAN as he walked forward, still holding the mallet’s handle, his hand practically twitching at the feel as if it was electrically live.

The voice in MORTEY’s head barked up again:

“You know him...”

“He’s your brother…”

“When you were shot, he didn’t help you…”

“When you were attacked on your date, where was he?”

“He didn’t help you...”

“The paramedics didn’t help you...”

“Your brother left you to get hurt by my friends...”

“Remember when we were both shot? No one helped us…”

“He left me to die...”

“He left you to die...”

“Your brother needs to die...”

“The paramedics needed to die, and you killed one...”

“My friends deserved to die, and they’re dead...”

“Now he needs to die...”

“No one helped us...”

“Everyone needs to die...”

MORTEY grew more enraged as the girl’s voice in his head kept talking, MORTEY’s grip on the mallet handle grew stronger, and his hatred grew deeper!


R.I.P. Middle Brother JAMES

R.I.P. Old Woman SCARLET

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