Here's another short story opening. It has a lot of horror elements later on, but most of it is too 'fantastic' to be called pure horror. Just want to see what others think so far.
CARNIVAL NOWHERE
Casey's will was no longer his own as he drove off course. Neon carnival lights and music in the summer night attracted him away from his original destination--a going away party for one of his former frat brothers. He tried to steer back to his intended route, but a force countered his motion. He gripped the wheel too tightly and shook his hands one at a time to get blood flowing again—at least he was allowed to do that.
"Um...What are you doing?” Matt said from the back seat. “Jake's house is the other way."
Once, just once, couldn't Matt ask a simple question without sounding like a wise ass? Casey didn't answer since he didn't understand what was happening himself.
Matt's voice woke Jen and she lifted her head from Casey's shoulder, pushing her hair behind her ears. "What, are we lost?”
"I just want something to eat.” Casey said, finally speaking. Were those even his words? “There’s nothing else on the way and that carnival’s the closest place to get a burger or something right now."
"Kind of an expensive snack, don't you think rich boy? Matt said. "Suppose there's an admission charge, you paying?"
"Yeah, I’ll pay. We'll just get something to eat and be back on the way in less than thirty minutes."
Trace groaned from the back. Just turned twenty-five and already a lush. Drunk before any of the rest of them had their first party drink.
"Some food might save us from passing out like Trace back there." Casey said while parking in the carnival lot.
As they stepped up to the entrance booth, an effete man dressed in over-sized, tacky clothes offered them a fake smile, and without a word, motioned for them walk in.
"It's free?" Matt asked.
"Everything's free," the man said in a deeper voice than expected, "games, food, shows, whatever."
That made about as much sense to Casey as his compulsion to drive here. "How do you afford to stay in business?"
"Why question our generosity?
Casey shrugged and the couples wandered in. Trace said something, but Casey could barely heard her because of the mesh of music box music and crowd chatter. A few laughing children ran by with rainbow colored cotton candy, half in their hands and half on their faces. He hated mobs, and he hated kids, yet he couldn't turn to leave.
As they weaved into the masses to get to a row of food tents, Trace laughed after noticing one of the carny games--a happy-faced, cross-eyed toilet with a bow tie. "Go win me something, Matt."
Five minutes later, Matt handed her a cupie doll.
Trace took it like it and grimaced. "That's the homeliest doll I've ever seen."
"I think it's cute," Jen said. "If you don't want it, I can give it to my niece."
"Take it," Trace said while passing the doll, but she dropped it before Jen could grab it. "It moved!"
Casey looked down at the doll. "No way, probably wind up or something."
But he was wrong.