The Clown at the Carnival

Chapter Eight

I kept running knowing exactly where I was headed. The carnival. I got to the gate. It was open. I stopped. It took a few seconds for me to get up enough courage to walk in. I looked around and all of the lights had been turned off. The same as when we had gotten here. The only difference this time is that I was alone. I knew where the clown would be waiting for me. I headed straight for the funhouse. I walked up into the first room, the steps creaking underneath me. I heard laughing and screaming in the distance. I wanted to run back into the arms of my mother who was probably losing it by now but my feet only moved forward. It was dimly lit by candles sitting in hanging lamps. I was stopped as a body dropped from the ceiling. I screamed louder than I ever thought possible. It was Milly. The rope around her neck allowed her to swing from side to side. Her eyes were bulging out of her head and her face was a dark shade of purple. The rope was soaked in blood from it cutting into her throat. Blood was running down her neck staining her clothes. Her mouth was gaped open as if a scream would come out at any second. I crouched down and crawled underneath her. After I had gotten a bit away from her I stood back up and continued walking, still shaken up. I walked into a pitch-black room and stopped. A spotlight turned on right in my face and I used my hand to cover it. "Welcome back young one!" The clown's voice boomed throughout the room. The light swings from me to all of the police officers who were tied to separate wooden boards. The clown slowly danced out of the dark laughing and swinging his bat. A giant spinning wheel suddenly lit up. It was covered in...ways to kill someone. My throat felt like it had swelled up. The clown spun the wheel. It landed on. No. God no. I tried running but the door was closed. "Hm. This will be fun." He smiled his cruel smile and walked towards me. "Leave me alone!" I started to cry. "You're the one who decided to come back." He said not a hint of remorse in his voice. Tears poured down my face as the clown picked me up by my throat. I couldn't breathe. I clawed at his hand. He started walking towards the iron maiden in the very center of the room. I struggled to get out of his grip as he opened it. He placed me inside and closed it. The spikes started to come closer. I screamed as they started to puncture my skin. The spikes sliced through my skin like it was paper. I felt the spikes slide into my stomach and organs. Blood gushed from the wounds. My shirt soaked up the blood turning my blue shirt a dark brown. My screams and the clowns laughing were all I could hear as the spikes took my life. Black dots started to appear in my eyes as I slowly died. My breathing slowed, I stopped screaming. I stopped trying to hold onto life and let myself slip into the darkness. The last thing I heard was the clown torturing the officers.