Friday, January 2, 2015
Scary Friday Story, January 2, 2015
Clowns.
They scare me.
What's behind the makeup? What's behind the mask?
Traveling carnivals. I don't like them. That's where some live.
My mother made me go. She forced me.
That's the first time I saw him. He tried to make me laugh. I wanted nothing to do with him. I think that is why he follows me now.
He leaves me presents. Dead things he kills.
Every night I peak out my window. He stands there, smiling up at me from the ground below.
Jake went missing three days ago, but I know where he is. I saw the clown drag him. He dragged him away.
He watched me... as I watched him. I wanted to save him. I didn't know how.
No one has found him. No one believes me.
The clown stays closer now. He taps on my window.
He wants to get in.
Labels:
clowns,
crazy clown,
dead things,
evil,
killer,
monster story,
scary stories
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