Cirque Berserk by Jessica Guess

Cirque Berserk by Jessica Guess

The summer of 1989 brought terror to the town of Shadows Creek, Florida in the form of a massacre at the local carnival, Cirque Berserk. One fateful night, a group of teens killed a dozen people then disappeared into thin air. No one knows why they did it, where they went, or even how many of them there were, but legend has it they still roam the abandoned carnival, looking for blood to spill.

Thirty years later, best friends, Sam and Rochelle, are in the midst of a boring senior trip when they learn about the infamous Cirque Berserk. Seeking one last adventure, they and their friends journey to the nearby Shadows Creek to see if the urban legends about Cirque Berserk are true. But waiting for them beyond the carnival gates is a night of brutality, bloodshed, and betrayal.

Will they make they it out alive, or will the carnival’s past demons extinguish their futures?

The IndieMuse Review

We find ourselves in Shadows Creek, Florida.

In 1989 the local carnival, Cirque Berserk, had a massacre. A group of teens killed a bunch of people and then disappeared, never to be heard from again—though legend has it they are still there, biding their time until anyone stupid enough to check it out will meet a gory, horrible end.

Now, thirty years later—I did the math, don’t worry—Sam and Rochelle find themselves on a boring senior trip when they heard about this urban legend. Why?

Well, people are stupid, aren’t they? Here’s how I see things:

Why would it be thrilling to visit a ‘haunted’ place if you don’t believe in ghosts? Does it really make you feel like a big man to go somewhere where you believe nothing is going to happen to you?

You know, if you go to the shops, a bus can run you over, an earthquake or hurricane could hit, a crazed gunman can go postal and start killing everyone—does it give you that same feeling of accomplishment to survive a trip to the store?

And, just to be clear, how can anybody be absolutely certain that there is no such thing as a ghost? Oh, so you haven’t seen one…and there is no proof…wow, to live in your world of black and white. Well, I have not seen a platypus. I’m not sure they exist. Have you seen photos of them? That’s not even very good Photoshop—it’s actually quite ridiculous, if you think about it…

Okay, so let us flip the coin. If you believe there can be something like ghosts, why go mess around with it? Does it show how much balls you have to mess around with things you don’t understand? Ask Marie Curie how that worked out for her.

Sigh, she is the one who…never mind, Google that shit.

Oh, so it makes you feel alive, does it? Gives you a nice adrenaline rush, huh?

I had a disagreement with somebody about bungee jumping once. This person claims I don’t know what I’m missing by not even attempting it.
“Give me one good reason why you shouldn’t try it just once in your life?”
Well, I could think of a lot of reasons, but the one I went with was simply this: I can stand on the ground and crap myself without paying anybody anything. And I had about a zero percent chance of it ending up in my hair.

But I digress. This is a really fun, ’80s-style slasher which you will enjoy like a “popcorn movie.”

This is the fourth installment of the Rewind-or-Die series by Unnerving.

Don’t overthink it, because there is a huge plot hole—which I can’t discuss without spoilers—and that’s the reason I gave it 3.5 stars.

MORT STONE

Mort Stone lives in untamed Africa, where he rides his lion to work every morning to slave away as a scientist who learned how to fake competency.

Reading is his passion…well, the one he can admit to, anyway. As an aggressive pacifist, he chooses to fight vicariously through stories which can bring him no physical harm.

While he is almost confidant that his IQ is in the top 50%, his wife regularly reminds him of all the stupid things he does. He will neither admit nor deny the accusations of sarcasm, but he can act like he cares. Most of the time.

As an avid reader of horror and thrillers, and somewhat of a movie buff in those genres, he still blames his insomnia on Global Warming. Because he can.

He would also like to apologize in advance for any swear words which might slip through…he will blame that on the insomnia.