It was nice being in the park, no one to deal with, and no unneeded noises. Well…not anymore. Hey, I’m a sadistic bastard, I like toying with my victims; drugging them, leaving them to wake up in the remains of a restaurant, then playing the everyday game of fucking with their heads before I rip out their throats. My eyes looked down at what remained of the man and I smiled, some humans fought back and this one had done a number. I stood up and jumped out of the roller coaster seat, landing softly on my feet. Where was that bloody fun house? I pulled up the collar of my jacket and made my way towards the front of the park.

For a fun house, it had to be the creepiest place in the park…even by my standards but then again, I never really liked clowns. I stared at my reflection, my head cocked. My left eye was now black and my upper lip was split open. Not as bad as I thought…until I lifted my shirt. I think that fat fucker broke a rib or two. My whole right side was black and blue…fuck…that’s gonna make Wednesday’s match a bitch.

The sound of leaves crunching outside the fun house made me freeze as I looked over my shoulder. There shouldn’t be anyone alive in the park. How could one of them hide from me? I growled softly and lowered my shirt, my ears straining for anymore noises. Silently, I slipped out and looked around for something…anything. I sniffed a couple times before lowering my head, it must have been an animal, and it had to be.

Something heavy hit my back and I dropped, rolling over so I was on top. My fangs dropped and a blood chilling snarl escaped my throat. Fucker might regret that little attack.