You wan see uh show?
Christopher BloodworthB y 1962, most freak shows no longer toured the country.
One lesser known group continued to tour well into the 1970′s. This group toured under the moniker “Victoria Mae’s Children.” The Children, as they later became known, posted billboards and canvases along the main streets of the towns they visited. The murals showed images of brightly colored unicorns, flying fish with diamond scales, and mermaids with long flowing blonde hair. They advertised a one night only show that the locals had never seen the likes of.
Naturally these images brought the local population out in droves, but most visitors left feeling ripped off as a result of the rigged carnival games, badly stitched taxidermy, and terrible food.
In every town The Children visited, one set of parents felt heartbreak.
The following account was recreated from the testimony of a young boy that escaped.
“You wan see uh show?”
These were the words 9 year old Jimmy Hale heard on the night The Children visited Odessa, a tiny town in west Texas.
“What kind of show?” Jimmy asked.
“You’ll see,” a woman in a white shawl said.
Jimmy shrugged and followed her. As they walked, the woman greeted all of the other freak show workers by name. The workers smiled at her, but when they looked at Jimmy, he saw pity in their eyes.
A growing sense of unease fell upon Jimmy as they arrived at their destination.
The woman in white held open the flap of a night black canvas tent for him. Above the flap was a red sign with pink paint that read, “Victoria Mae’s Children, starring Jimmy Hale.”
“How did you know my name?” Jimmy asked.
“Children told me,” the woman answered.
Jimmy shrugged as he walked into the tent. It was a pretty good trick.
The inside of the tent was pitch black until the woman lit an oil lamp that hung down from at the center. Jimmy’s eyes grew wide as he looked around the tent. Shelves filled with glass jars lined the walls. Inside each jar was what appeared to be a human head. Children’s heads.
Jimmy tore his eyes off the shelves and looked at the center of the tent. The woman in white ducked under a large table that stood there, framed in the dancing light of the oil lamp. A black sheet with two holes cut in the center covered the table.
As Jimmy opened his mouth to say he wanted to leave, two puppets sprouted from the holes.
“You wan see uh show?” The one on the right asked in the woman’s voice, turning to the other puppet.
Jimmy took a step forward, his mouth open.
The puppet on the left turned to face Jimmy and a man’s voice came out of the puppet’s moving mouth. “I’ll give you a show you’ll never forget, kid.”
Jimmy turned to run as both puppets started to laugh. Two different voices. One male. One female.
Jimmy swore to police that all of the children’s heads in the jars opened their eyes and laughed as he ran from the tent.
When police went to inspect the campgrounds, they found no trace of a tent with heads in jars. They found no trace of a woman in white, or even a table.
Assuming Jimmy was crying wolf, they headed home for the night.
The next morning, Victoria Mae’s Children were packed and gone, never to be seen again.
Sitting on Jimmy Hale’s front porch was a wooden box. The contents of that box are pictured above.
The two infant corpses on the left were the puppets the woman in white made speak to Jimmy.
Three nights later, Jimmy Hale disappeared.
His parents walked in to find the wall above his bed painted in Jimmy’s blood. Scrawled across the wall in pink was this question:
You wan see uh show?