Cirque de Nuit.

No matter where the circus went, whether it was Yorkshire or Newcastle, a group of children would always disappear. Every single year. On the rare occasions that they were found, they were cold and blue, not even the tiniest drop of blood left in their tiny bodies, their necks almost completely torn in two.

And because I’m me, instead of someone sensible, I just had to get involved.

For this contest.