CHAPTER EIGHTY-SIX ( The Show Cont...)

I couldn’t tell why, but the first person my brain interpreted to me was Buzz. Then the memories of that cold day came. His evil smile, white hat, clown laugh, cold voice, punches, screams, Sandra’s words, Lucas's serious face, shifted sleeves, everything. I felt my head about to burst, I stood blank like someone who had just gotten a revelation. My eyes were fixed on the figure, but wasn’t seeing anyone. Maybe I did, but the shock bared my brain from interpreting.

“Miss, Helen,” I felt a hand on my shoulder, it was gentle but the roughness that he use to shake me got me out of the trance. I sprang at once and robbed my eyes with my palm. What is happening to me? Why am I seeing things that have passed? Must be the effect of what happened earlier.

“Are you okay?” a familiar voice came out after my brain as finally settled. I looked in that direction and it was Sir Mark.

“I’m sorry if I have startled you. I didn’t mean to do such,” he said with his hand still on my shoulder. I shifte