Jason had been pretty unnerved by the encounter with the witch. Still, it was all made-up, right? There was no such thing as magic. However, he still felt strangely uneasy for some reason. As he tossed and turned in his bed, his sleep was choppy and unpleasant. Finally, he managed to rouse himself, groaning as he got out from under the covers, wondering what time it was.
That’s when he noticed his bedroom, and sat up in shock. It didn’t look like his bedroom at all. It had similar dimensions as it, but he didn’t recognize it.
For one it actually appeared to be inside of a red-and-white striped tent. His stuff was nowhere to be found, instead it appeared that it was filled with several circus props. A unicycle was set up against a clothing rack where his closet should’ve been, which had shimmering, brightly colored costumes hanging off of it, with several pairs of extra large clown shoes neatly arranged in a row beneath them. Directly across from it, multiple magic props, like a cabinet, fake swords, stood by a desk which had a magician’s hat, a wand, playing cards, a joy buzzer, a stuffed rabbit, a bike horn, several tied-together handkerchiefs, and flowers arranged on it. There were also helium tanks with balloons attached to them in another corner, which had a few balloon animals resting nearby on another table. Several other props were strewn along the ground, like whoopie cushions, pie tins, candy wrappers, popcorn buckets, and banana peels. A few hollow dumbbells were piled up, and a large hammer like you would see for a strength test rested against the magician’s cabinet. The walls were decorated with circus posters instead of the band ones that usually hung in his room. The scent of popcorn and cotton candy wafted through the air from somewhere nearby.
It looked more like a carnival storage area than a bedroom, but he found himself sleeping on a cot there. He couldn’t believe where he had ended up. Was this actually his house? Did the witch’s curse come true? It must’ve, he figured, there was no other way he could explain the sudden change in scenery.
“Roll up! Roll up! Come on down Jason! It’s time for breakfast!” He heard his dad call from behind a curtain where his bedroom door would’ve been, in an unusually excited and charismatic tone of voice, followed by the sound of energetic honking and cackling laughter. Apparently this somehow really was his home now, or his family was here at least. He was having a hard time believing it, but figured he should go downstairs and see just how much the curse had changed his life, and his family’s as well.