Carnivale

The sensation of crawling fingers appears at his neck and he is now in a state of frozen shock. The clown shambles, its one hand crippled and holding a balloon. It slowly cranks its body towards the window so that it can look up. The makeup could be a skin disease as much as cake makeup. Teeth in a horrible grimace, it looks up at him and its body convulses in a body quake. He shuts the window and goes to sit on the couch. For a minute, the mood of the night is normal. He tries to rationalize. It was probably just my mind playing tricks on me. He goes to pick up a magazine when he hears a subtle groaning. It doesn't go on very long so he reads some fashion article in GQ.

Seance

here on the very grounds that she last was seen. The books say she died, but the truth is, she's always been here. We just have to find the right current. She could be supernatural glowing breath in our lamp, or she could very well be the thin layer of skin upon the wall.
     He looked to the wall and couldn't completely see. But he thought it throbbed. The world seemed to disappear for what seemed to be forever. Long, swirling tendrils of red flowed along the walls. The two women took his hand and it shocked him back to reality. The wall appeared normal again, and he was led to a small chamber. A woman, topless but for a red hooded robe sat at the end of a long table...

Dead Kings and Queens

     I've been at a dinner party where there was a buffet table, and as the main room they had a gigantic churchlike area. The subjects of the party were a king and queen who had been dead for centuries. Everybody was solemnly gathered areound their tombs. A grand priest said some ceremonial words and the queen rose from her eternal sleep. As I mingled with some hipster girls, the queen approached us, long flowing purple robe adorning her. She said something to us, and we listened with a tone of respectful reverence.
     We gazed down the ancient marble hallways and watched the king rise from the dead as well. He slowly made his way down the hallway to us, shambling eternally.