Jimmy: My name is Jimmy and I would like to tell you a story about some journals that I had found in my parents’ attic that belonged to my great-great-grandfather. These journals told stories about his father, who used to run a circus back in the 1880s to the 1890s. When I read them, I was immediately curious about my family’s history at this point and here is what I read…
Journal entry (1892)
John: It’s been many years since I thought about it, the day she came to live with us, the day she joined our extended family at the circus, the day I had lost everything but gain the knowledge to live on. It all started when I was just a little boy, moving around with my father and our traveling circus. He was the ringmaster and I was the cage cleaner for all the animals we kept. Even though I spent most of my time cleaning up animal crap, that doesn’t mean that I didn’t love moving around with the circus. The smell of fresh pumped corn, the sounds of the crowd coming in and the performances, oh how I love the here the crowds laugh and scream at the trapeze artist and the lion Tamers doing things that were so dangerous but so amusing you just have to see it to believe it! That’s what made my life wonderful because I lived it.
My life would have gone on as planned until the day she showed up. My father and I were headed into town to gather up supplies so we can have a show that night and that’s when he and I saw this young girl. She was small and under kept, but she was quick on her feet. My father caught her trying to steal from our carriage. She tried to get away but my father grabbed her by the arm. She fought and struggled and tried to break free from his grip until he told her.
Father: “Calm down my dear, I’m not going to hurt you. You must be hungry. Come with me and my son we will take you with us so you can get fed and cleaned up.”
John: She calmed down and got into the carriage with us and we headed back to the circus. As we were headed back, she sat down right beside me and I noticed she had bruises and scars on her hands and feet. As I looked at the bruises and scars, she saw me glaring at her so she did everything in her power to cover herself so I would stop staring. I apologized for my stares. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to upset you. I was just curious about how you got those scars and bruises.” She gave me a forced smile. She grabbed my hand gently and softly squeezed it and said to me.
Whisper: “It’s okay. I don’t have a problem telling anyone I was abused by my parents, mostly by my father who constantly had his way with me and would beat me if I didn’t obey his every whim. So I ran away and since then I was trying to survive.”
John: After she was done speaking, I squeezed her hand a little tighter as to say that I’m sorry for what happened, but I think she knew that I was. So, we got back to the circus tents and my father picked her up out of the carriage and sent her on to the ground and told her to come with him. He would get her a bite to eat and a bath. After she got a bite to eat and cleaned up she seemed to grow very attached to my father. As months went by, she became part of our family and she became one of our circus clowns she wore a blue wig with white makeup with a pastel pink jumper. She was good at what she did and made everybody laugh, even my father. But she had one flaw; she had a short temper. Anything that would go wrong, she would resort to with a snap by cussing out people and harassing the customers if they give her any lip. But when she did this, my father just sent her down and lectured her. When he did, she listened and took his words to heart like an obedient puppy. As time passed on, I found out her and my father were romantically involved. She was seeing sneaking to my father’s trailer at night and some of the other performers would hear moans of pleasure coming from my father’s trailer. At this point, we all knew, but we just chose to not say anything
Months later, she had become pregnant with my father’s child and she was only 17 at the time while my father was in his 30s. You would have to understand that, at this time, it wasn’t frowned upon like it is nowadays. It was pretty much common for a young woman to bear a child from an older man. As she was pregnant with my father’s child, she was happy as can be still being a clown, still doing as she pleased. That is when the night it all happened. She was finishing a performance and was headed to my father’s trailer to see him when she heard noises coming from his trailer. She barged in and that’s when she saw him with another woman on top of him making love to him. She had her legs wrapped around his waist and she was half naked showing her bosoms to him.
This enraged her. She stormed out and felt overcome with her anger. After she walked off, something inside her that night snapped. She started going crazy, keeping things to herself. When a few performers went missing we got really concerned, not only our best clown didn’t want to perform on stage that night but some of our trapeze artist went missing. Sometimes we would find the lions and tigers out of their cages even though the cages were locked. I decided to confront her, even though I was a young boy at the time and she was quite a few years older than me. I got furious as I rushed into her trailer and told her “What the hell is going on?! I know you’re somehow behind all of this.” She looked away and pretended not to notice me and I told her “Look at me, dammit!”
That’s when she started to speak and told me,
Whisper: “I have a name, you know.”
John: I replied with, “I know.” She gave me a slight pause before she spoke again.
Whisper: “I prefer you to call me by my name instead of referring me by ‘that girl'”.
John: I did my best to calm myself. “Okay, Whisper. Are you the one behind all of this?” She got up and walked towards me with a sadistic smile on her face and gently put her hand on my shoulder.
Whisper: “Yes, I did do all of those things. I just wanted your father’s attention and affection. He should love me, not her!”
John: I did what I could to console her. “Whisper. Enough is enough. My father is not the type of man to listen to reason, especially when you mess with his work.” She threw down the necklace my father gave her as a gift.
Whisper: “I don’t f*****g care! I love your father and he WILL love me!
John: After she said this, she started to grip my shoulder really tight. Even though she was a small woman, she mustered up enough force to force my head into the wall, knocking me out for a while. When I came to, I started to smell smoke. I ran out of the trailer and I saw that the circus tent was on fire. I rushed in, trying to help stop the fire and save what or who I could. The fire had spread everywhere. Several performers laid wounded, having been burned by the fires and more were burned alive. I couldn’t believe this one girl, this one devilish woman, had done all of this in such a short amount of time. After rushing in to try and save whoever happened to be in the tent, that’s when I saw her walking towards my father’s trailer. I followed behind her, hoping to catch her before it was too late. She went into my father’s trailer and confronted him, weapon in hand.
Whisper: How dare you sleep with that woman! You are mine and mine alone!”
John: My father trying to to save face and calm her down. He held her in his arms
Father: “I’m so sorry, my dear. I realize now the mistake that I made. I hope you can forgive me.”
John: A big smile grew across her face but it was not a smile of happiness, it was a smile of madness. She slowly reached for a knife within her corset.
Whisper: “Oh, I know you will never do it again. You will never do this to me again, because I’m going to be with you for the rest of your life.” (Be sure to laugh maniacally.)
John: She shoved my father away from her and plunged the blade deep within his bosom, twisting the blade further within his chest and laughing as she did so. She continued to laugh on as she drove the blade further and further into his chest until the handle was barely visible. Once that was done, she removed the knife and proceeded to plunge the blade within her own torso, removing her unborn child. She looked on at the once developing child and found tears came out of her eyes, shedding them as an apology to the child that would never be born.
Whisper: I’m sorry but I cannot allow you to be a child born of his loins.
John: She began to stab the baby and both wept and laught as she did so. She then turned the knife onto herself and sliced her throat open. That same night, the authorities came and took my statement after I told them what had happened, detailing all of the chaos that had occurred.
They took me into the police station and tried to get ahold of my next to kin After that night, I went to live with my aunt and uncle, never to return to the circus and never the hear the name Whisper again.- John Hubert’s 1892-…
Jimmy: That’s where my great-great-grandfather’s journal ends, so I decided to dig a little deeper and learn more about this Whisper girl my great-grandfather I talked about all those years ago. I gathered up a team of friends who were into history and some who were into paranormal and we did some research first before we did anything else. We found out Whisper’s real name was Mary Carpenter. She came from a noble family who were known and in big circles, but she went missing after finding out her father constantly beat her and r***d her. She wound up being homeless and found by my great-great-grandfather and his father out on the road that one fateful day.
So my friends and I went to the place where the murders happened to see if we could conjure up the spirit of Whisper. We set up our equipment and went to work immediately. We started to do our usual recording to see if we could catch the voices of spirits. After awhile, our equipment began to pick up a voice. I started the conversation off by saying the general “Is anyone there? Can anyone communicate with us?” I listened on for a little bit longer, then stopped to play back our recordings. When I listened back to the recording I got something right away. A voice was audible in the recording.
Whisper: “Whisper is here.”
Jimmy: I nearly s**t my pants after I heard this and I was like “Guys! You need to hear this!” After they all heard this, they quickly started doing more tests. We should have stopped while we were ahead. But we were too caught up in the moment to realize we were messing with uncharted waters. That’s when our cameras started to glitch out and the batteries started to die. A few other things started to go missing like pieces of equipment, scanners, and stuff like. The real s**t didn’t start until my friend Mark swore he had seen a girl dressed as a clown holding a knife in her hand looking straight at him. This freaked him out.
Mark: Dude, we should leave now!
Jimmy: I looked at him and I said “Mark, buddy, relax! Everything’s fine! Nothing’s going to happen.” But I was wrong about that. My other friend Jamie started to feel burning on her back and that’s when I took a look and saw that there were scratch marks on her back. The marks were deep into her skin and weren’t just ordinary scratch marks. The scratches spelled out one word; Whisper. Mark looked at Jamie’s back and looked at me and said,
Mark: “Dude, let’s get the f**k out of here, now!
Jimmy: I told him, “Calm the f**k down! We’re not leaving until we get what we need.” Then we started to argue as Jamie all of a sudden got sick and started coughing up blood. Mark got even more pissed off and started to tell point over at Jamie.
Mark: We need to get her to a hospital and get the hell out of here, now!”
Jimmy: As he latched onto my shirt, I balled up my fist and started to hit him getting him off of me. I aggressively said, “Dude you come at me like that again I will put YOU in the f*****g hospital!” He sat down and try to console me.
Mark: Something just isn’t right, man. Nothing feels right here. Everything feels…off.”
Jimmy: I told him how I felt it too. Everything seemed to die down from the moment we got here. That’s when I started to hear a voice from behind me that sounded so sweet and so innocent but disturbing at the same time. The voice said
Whisper: You smell like him, the man that I loved once. If I loved you, would you betray me like he did?
Jimmy: After I heard this, my heart just sank and felt my heart fall into the pit of my stomach. I said “Whisper, is that you? The voice answered back
Whisper: Yes, I am Whisper the Clown and I will gladly perform for you. But if you don’t like what I do, I will just kill you all, starting with your little lady friend. I will shove popcorn down her throat until her stomach bursts from within. And your little guy friend? I will gouge out his eyes as he screams in pain and agony and laugh as he screams. There’s just something about pain that makes me feel much better. And as for you, my delectable little man, I will finish you off last because you smell like my beloved. I will take special care of torturing you before I kill you, because I loved him so much and I will love you just as much as I loved him. But, that’s only if you betray me.”
Jimmy: After she was done explaining all of this, I was thinking to myself “Oh, f**k! We’re going to die out here.” So I shouted out to my friends “Now we can get the f**k out of here!” We quickly loaded up some of our equipment and got into the car and tried to start it, but the battery wouldn’t turn over. At that point in time, we knew we were screwed. As we were sitting in the car, Jamie felt something pull at her. That’s when an unseen force dragged her out of the car and onto the ground, pulling her to where Whisper was. She was screaming for someone to help her. We tried but the force that had her in its grip wouldn’t give. That’s when I got out and started to yell at the spirit. “Let Jamie go! She’s innocent in all of this!” This pissed Whisper off. She swung Jamie with a supernatural amount of force against a tree, snapping her neck and back and killing her instantly. Mark ran to her side, or at least he tried to before Whisper caught him as well and started swinging him around like a rag doll as she laughed at his screams. When she was done, she gladly squeezed the life out of him, as his eyes began to bulge out of their sockets and blood starting to spew from his mouth. After watching my two friends die in front of me, I just stood there in fear, not knowing what to do.
And that’s when I had an idea pop into my head. I shouted at her “You don’t have to kill anymore, you hear me?! You want someone to love you. I will love you and I will never betray you, you hear me? I promise! If you let me live, I will honor your memory by loving you forever.” She appeared before me and wrapped her arms around my waist, hugging me. As she did this, she whispered into my ear.
Whisper: You promise?
Jimmy: I told her “Yes, I do. I promise with all my heart. So please let me go and I will be yours.” This made her very happy. She started to giggle.
Whisper: “Good! Now we can be together for as long as you obey me and never cheat on me! You can live your life and be with whoever you want, but you have to love me more than them, okay?”
Jimmy: “I promise.” So she let me go and I got into my car and started it up. It finally turned over and I got the f**k out of there. And that’s when I went to the police station and told the police what had happened to my friends but I had to lie and tell them that we were attacked by a bear and that my two friends were mauled to death. I did this because who am I kidding? They’re not going to believe that a ghost killed them. So after I gave the cops my statement, they send me home and told me not to leave town. Hell, where am I going to go? So, I went home and laid in bed. And that’s when I heard the voice of Whisper saying,
Whisper: “What’s the matter, love?”
Jimmy: I said only one word, “You.” She started to giggle In my head and replied with
Whisper: “Don’t be silly! We will have lots of fun together! I promise! Just relax and let me take care of you.”
Jimmy: That’s when I started to feel a warm sensation all over my body and I became completely relaxed. I just couldn’t believe that this was happening to me. I’m being forced to love a ghost while I’m still alive. I don’t know what to do anymore, so I might as well just enjoy it and be stuck with this spirit called Whisper.