The Clown at the Carnival

Chapter Three

The clown slowly walked towards me and I ran in the opposite direction of the girls. The clown followed me but he didn’t run. I hid in one of the abandoned tents and covered my mouth to muffle my breathing. A putrid smell made its way to my nose. I looked over and nearly screamed. Eli… I slowly and quietly made my way to her. I almost puked when I saw her. Her head was bashed open and her brain had been turned to mush. There was blood and brains splattered on the old dusty boxes around the tent. I hid behind one trying not to touch anything as the clown slowly walked into the tent humming. His voice was deep and his footsteps echoed on the dirt floor. He was getting closer. I held my breath as I heard him leaning over the box I was hiding behind. “Found you,” He said. He smirked and grabbed me by my hair, yanking me over the side of the box and onto the top of it. I screamed and struggled. His grip was firm and there was no way I was ever going to get out of it. His smirk grew. "Oh don't worry darling. It won't hurt that bad. Your friend here barely even felt it." He said as I began to cry. The last thing I saw was the bat swinging full force down at my head.