It had been a prolonged stay meant to relax and regenerate the troop. For some, it was exactly what they needed while others grew restless. The break in routine, the extended stay, likely reminded some that they were just in another form of a cage. Bound to something else, someone else. When the time came with everything tucked away as neat as could be, the Cirque left Aspen with just their average mess. Just a triple murder by dismemberment (honestly, it could have been a bear) and only the smallest of amusements. Mostly, the wealthy town of Aspen felt tired and a bit poorer all in all. Just another lucrative stop.
Quick, everyone make their last minute runs into town. Say good-bye to the natural majesty of the Rockies...
When the circus was quiet and the hour was right, the Coven, the Fae, and the Ringmaster made their ways to the Cauldron and start the rites. The magic combined and began to gather, permeating the grounds, growing as it blended. There was the feeling of pressure, of power swelling, rising to a peak...
Then the world collapsing thin like paper, folding like the most secret of notes, and then the release. A snapping back into place and feeling full once more. Every piece, every lantern, every living thing on the grounds followed in that moment. An exhausted sigh of relief. The move was successful.
The air of the new location was warm but not oppressive... Look, open flat land tucked up against a patch of woods. Do you feel that? That hum of energy? Just a bit off the grounds there is a powerful fold in reality. Touch it. Push it. Watch it open up to the magical and supernatural to reveal... Sweeping acres of a rundown Victorian hospital.
Danvers is the original site of Salem Village, home to the infamous Witch Trials. While only a couple of the original accused were actually of magical lineage, the Trials themselves drew witches and other supernatural creatures to the area. So much turmoil, so much innocent blood spilled... It changes a place. What once might have been a clean and innocent place, quiet and beautiful,
became a beacon for darkness. The hanged innocents were only the beginning.
Where Danvers Lunatic Asylum used to stand, there is now modern construction. A huge complex of expensive apartments has gone up, complete with new tenants. But the ghosts of the past are rarely content to stay quiet and be forgotten. Especially such unquiet spirits as these, mad and mistreated, abandoned by all, left to suffer at the hands of their caretakers. The locals were hoping to bury the reminders of their bloody history, but the Cirque Nocturne knows that nothing is ever truly buried.