A Heart With A Hole

Emily stood in the small, dusty room, looking around. It seemed like it had never been used. It was decorated with old circus posters, faded with age, advertising such attractions as The Oriental Snake Dancer and The Amazing Hoochie-Koochie Show. Two clown mannequins, worn and shabby, posed before a hole in the far wall, framing it with their beckoning hands. There were big smiles on their faces.

Emily approached, feeling a little suspicious. She certainly wasn't going to trust any clowns, or put her head through any hole without knowing exactly what was on the other side. If her time in the funhouse had taught her anything, it was to trust nothing you saw. No, she was going to be very, very careful about this one.

She took a closer look at the hole. There were velvet curtains hanging in front of it, making it hard to see what was on the other side. And there was a big loveheart painted around it, with an arrow stuck through it. Strange. Very strange indeed. What could it all mean?

She heard voices. Voices from outside. And she saw daylight gleaming through the curtains.

A way out!