Plastic Clowns [[CANCELED]]

Too Late

(This chapter will be longer and hopefully make up for me not posting.)

Jean ran up the stairs and into the hidden room. She closed the door to the basement and let out a sigh of relief. She then looked down at the clown she had grabbed.

Jean wasn't sure why, but she felt a connection to the painted clowns. She left the room through the hole she had made in the wall and went to her room.

Jean put the plastic clown ontop of her dresser and analyzed it, trying to see if there was anything unusual about it. She decided that it was probably best to call the police now, though she wasn't sure how she would explain the hole in the wall in the middle of her living room.

Jean got her phone out and went to the keypad. Suddenly, she heard a voice behing her. She looked around but there was no one in the room except for her.

She hovered her finger over the 9 and then heard the voice again. This time, it was speaking to her. "You found my message... You must be excited to find out what happens next..." Jean didn't want to turn around. It felt like the person was right in her ear. She gathered up the courage and knew she had to look.

Before Jean could do anything, she blacked out.