Joey 1997 Exclusive ★

The next morning, the carnival was gone. Under the sycamore tree, a fresh patch of dirt. And in a little boy's bedroom across town, another Joey woke up with a strange feeling, a scar on his palm he didn't remember getting, and a whisper in his ear:

That night, the carnival rolled into town unannounced. No flyers, no calliope music, just a sudden ring of tents and blinking lights at the county fairgrounds. Joey went anyway—because how could he not? The letter felt like a dare. joey 1997

"If you’re reading this, it’s already started. Don’t trust the carnival. And whatever you do—don’t go down the Slide of Mirrors on August 17th." The next morning, the carnival was gone

"How do I stop it?" he whispered.