The Forever Grin of Fia

In the rusted shadows of an abandoned carnival on the outskirts of Rose Water, Fia waits. Her tent, sagging but stubbornly upright, is still painted in smeared reds and peeling whites—like dried blood on old bones.

The only sound is the lazy sway of chains and the soft crunch of gravel under her scuffed, oversized shoes.

Fia was once the headliner: Fia the Fabulous, queen of laughter. But one Halloween night, something went wrong during her final act.

Her audience vanished mid-show—no screams, no applause, just empty chairs and drifting fog. Since then, Fia’s painted smile has never faded…nor has it moved.

They say she laughs when you're alone. A high, wet giggle, like balloons rubbing against raw meat. And if you wander too close to her tent after midnight, you’ll see her standing there—tall, with eyes like glass marbles and a red balloon twisting in her hand.

Fia doesn’t speak. She just grins.

And once you see her, you’ll never laugh again. Because deep down, you’ll always feel her watching.

Waiting to finish her act...

Fia's only creation was a Creepy Doll Magnet that can be used as protection from other clowns. Click on the image to see more...