666: Laugh-ster haunts.

They ask us never to speak of the devil; they say it’s cursed, the 666, but one ever returns to tell the tale of what happened to those who goad, for whose adrenaline crossed them the thin wall between valor and absurdity. Something such occurred a few years ago in the Steel town of Eastern India.

Verdict of witnesses, if we were to believe, they say that in the midst of the rainy evening of 6th June 2006 (6.06.06), a total of 18 families saw what can never be truly explained by logic.
The township was visited by a travelling circus, Royal Gem Circus. The shows in there were greatly appreciated by the town-dwellers and what was more interesting in the show was the joker that was never funny yet settled a remark upon everyone. The joker wore a black face with painted white eyes and wore prisoner’s gear. Rumor speaks that he was indeed a prisoner, a runaway, hiding under the shade of a prisoner joker, a double cover. The joker was spotted at the highest point of the tent trying to cut-off the safety net, but then a gymnast finds him and throws him down to the net. It seemed all part of the show. He seemed to appear out of nowhere betwixt the audience.

The rainy night of 6.6.6, 18 families from around the town reported similar cases. The thing took place at around 6pm (1800 hours). It was raining torrentially and half the town was under black dome, no electricity supply. Mr. Manjerekar from Shaktinagar speaks to us.

“I was with my family, back home from work and was enjoying bhajia with everyone. That’s when there was a loud shattering of clouds and a huge impact on our windows. The impact would have broken the glasses but strangely not. Seconds later there was a loud noise from the metal cupboard in the other room as if someone had broken in. But that wasn’t possible, still when I went to look up the room what I encountered was implausible. The cupboard was wide open, everything on the floor. The locker was open and empty. Just then I heard a laugh, the crook and vicious sound raised my Goosebumps, a laugh that seemed so perilous that it wasn’t humanly possible. Coincidentally the clouds shattered and then I saw a man, a prisoner with a black painted face dangling on the other side of the window rails, looking straight at my eyes. He had red eyes, he wasn’t possibly human. When I try to find him with the flashlight, he wasn’t there. He couldn’t have jumped down from 2nd floor.”

There wasn’t much difference in all 18 stories, not even when they tell that it occurred at 6pm. When the authorities reach the circus arena the next day to nab the miscreant, they were all baffled. The circus denied any existence of such a character with them since last 6 years. They admit having a similar joker but report that he died in a practice by falling from the peak of the tent. Pictures and a copy of his death certificate prove them true.
Mr. Mahkut, the manager of Royal Gem, informed that he had been receiving complements about a prisoner joker being pushed from the height of the tent. He himself is in turbulence of the matter.
The same day some slum-dwellers of the sector 6 bring about the strangest news. The police finds in an abandoned hut, the prisoner face down. The stolen articles lay piled up in a corner. When they turn the prisoner to find who he was, they looked straight into the sockets of a painted black skull.
The neighbors say that the man who owned the cottage remained mostly out of station working with a circus but hasn’t returned since last 6 years, not even when his mother died the previous year. When the report was lodged, the address scribbled was, ‘6th Cottage, 6th alley, Sector 6 slum.’