The Elephant Man

Hi. My name is Lotus Lily Was Here, or just Lotus Lily. This story is based on an encounter I actually had, but I twisted the story a lot. If you want to know what really happened, I’ll be happy to tell you.

Please do not vandalize this story, as I will revert it and report the perpetrator to a Moderator. You are welcome to fix errors and stuff like that, but please tell me what you did.

Enjoy.

Last note: All the users in this except G0z do not exist. If the usernames are canon, its a coincidence, and let me know so I can fix that. The Elephant Man’s Name is unmentioned because he’s an actual person and I forgot his name, and also to respect his privacy. Do not go looking for him.)

Part 1: Strange Book

Every Christmas, my family goes up to the coast. We were staying in a house right by the beach. There was no Internet connection, so I had to use my parents’ hotspots to play Roblox.

One Saturday, while my mom was at the shops, my sister and I were hanging out in the room we shared. I was sitting on the top bunk reading a comic book, and she was lying on the carpet looking at her cell phone, occasionally reading memes out to me.

She suddenly disappeared under the bed.

“Come down here!” She said.

I felt annoyed. This was the umpteenth time she did that.

“Better be a good reason” I grumbled, jumping off the bunk. My sister emerged from under the bed and thrust a dusty book into my hands.

“This was under the bed.”

I turned the book over in my hands. It was coated with a thick layer of dust. It’s pages were rotting and nearly stuck together.

I was interested to see what this sad, decaying book had inside of it.

Part 2: The Circus In The Sky

I didn’t get a chance to read the book because my mom dragged us off to the beach. After we got back, I had to babysit my 6 year old cousin.

At about half past one, pretty much sick of family time, I grabbed the book from my bedside table and tossed it onto the top bunk. I climbed up onto the bunk and opened the book.

A name was written on the back of the front cover, but it was so decayed that the name was unreadable. I was pleasantly surprised to see that the rest of the words were clear enough.

By the look of the writing, it looked like a diary owned by a child.

I started to read:

”Dear Book

All of my friends love a game called Roblox. I do so want to get it too, but I don’t have a computer. Maybe mom and dad will get me one, as my birthday is tomorrow.”

This might’ve been a diary left behind by the people staying here last...but the book looks way too old. I checked the date on the back. It said 2017.

I brushed this off, and continued to read.

“Dear Book

I finally got that computer for my birthday! I finally get to try Roblox. I signed in as “WyoWyoMan.” It took me a while to figure out, but I used the Robux gift cards my friends gave me, and I got lots of Robux.

Dear Book

I discovered a cool looking game. I don’t have enough time to play it today, but tomorrow I will. It’s called The Circus In The Sky.”

I read those last five words under my breath.

Part 3: This Is Where Things Get Weird

Each entry gradually became more disturbing.

”Dear Book

I checked out the game today. It said welcome home to me. I made a new friend. A man with an elephant head.

Dear Book

I cannot get enough of the Circus. The Elephant Man tells me this game is my life. He says HE wants me for something. He knows.

Dear Book

He’s coming for me. What do I do??? I’m scared. What do I d-“

The entry ended there. There was a streak of ink by the sentence as if the child got taken away while writing. I turned to the next page, expecting it to be blank. It wasn‘t.

”Dear Book

G0z took me home. The Circus is my home.”

The last entry was smeared as if the child was crying, and there were some red stains on it too. I hoped desperately that it wasn’t blood.

“Dear Book

I found my best friend dead, and there’s red stuff on my hands. I didn’t do anything! They think I’m insane! I don’t know what to-“

There was suddenly new handwriting. Thin and slanting, much like cursive.

“G0z always knows.”

The diary ended there. There seemed to be a page torn out though. My fingers edged towards the torn paper. The second my forefinger grazed the torn page, I heard high pitched laughter. It was coming from the book!

In a sense of rising panic, I threw the book across the room. It fell down in front of my backpack, open, with its spine facing the ceiling

I gingerly climbed down from my bunk, and approached the book. It just lay there pathetically.

I must be imagining things. A sad decaying book can‘t be possessed!

Part 4: Investigations

My curiosity was nagging my brain, telling me to search up the child’s username on Roblox. I paged through the diary and copied down the username on my cell phone.

I opened my tablet. Thankfully, my dad forgot to disconnect me from his hotspot yesterday. I logged onto Roblox and went straight to the friends tab and opened the search bar.

I typed “WyoWyoMan” into the search. My fingers were shaking. I stiffened my point finger and clicked “return”. There was only one result.

His profile sent chills down my spine, as if somebody had dumped a bucket of icy water down my shirt. My fingers were shaking.

His status said “Welcome home”

His bio said “G0z fixed me. He can fixed you too. :o)”

His avatar was pitch black, with the headless head. He had a T-shirt that looked like a clown suit. I couldn’t see his inventory, as it was closed.

He was part of two groups. The Circus In The Sky and Oculus Anubis.

Oculus Anubis...? That name made unpleasant memories wash over me like a tidal wave. (See My Experience With Zero).

He only had two users on his friends list. As expected, G0z was there.

The other user was strange...yet familiar.....

He had an elephant head....