Phobophobia

Chapter 6: Coulrophobia

He let's go of my chin and walks away as the drug starts filling the room. As usual, I begin to feel dizzy. I soon start to feel the affects of the drug taking over me, my eyes struggling to stay open. I eventually give in to the drug, and fall asleep.

-=+=-

I wake up on top of my bed. Sitting up, I notice a tray of food on my small table.

'Hopefully, I'll do something good in the next stage...' I think, walking over to the tray.

Next to the small plate is a worn piece of parchment, the material yellowed with age. I pick it up and read the red cursive writing.

"Painted face, beaming smile

When you see me, run a mile.

Nose so red, face so white

Creeping in your house tonight."

A shiver runs down my spine as I put the note down. Just the thought of what this Psychopath will think up for the next phobia gives me shivers.

I pick up the grilled cheese sandwich and take a bite. Not wanting to see my parents in pain, I decide to skip the news tonight. Instead, I pick up the journal and walk to my bed and flip through the pages until I find another journal entry from Lance.

"So today was the fourth 'stage' of these phobias. I was tested with Trypanophobia, the fear of needles.

I was strapped to a table, and all of a sudden these, things, holding needles started coming towards me. They didn't have faces, they looked just like humans, except without any features. They kept coming closer, and I was just horrified. I'm surprised this guy even chose me for his experiments, clearly I'm not fearless if I reacted the way I did. But when I try to tell him that, he gets angery and talks in this weird, controlling voice. It kinda freaks me out so I don't really ask him about it too much.

Well, I guess that's all I'm going to write tonight. To the person reading this, I'm sorry you're in this situation, and good luck getting out."

I close the journal and return it to the table. I drink from the plastic cup of water and think about the journal entry.

'So he uses different phobias on every person he researches. Maybe he picks the phobias based on how they act?' I try to think of some explanation, and decide to go with that. But, I never was really into psychology, so I wouldn't know for sure.

After finishing my food, I change into a different large shirt and pair of leggings and climb into bed. I think about the creepy poem that was with my dinner. I suddenly remember that the next stage is Coulrophobia, and that I only have a few more after that...

-=+=-

I wake up yet again in the uncomfortable chair, my wrists tied behind me.The lights are shining on the stage and myself, the rest of the room in the dark. I try to think about what he might do to test Coulrophobia, besides the fact it will have to do with clowns. Clowns are already creepy in their own way, so this will just make it worse.

Before I can think any longer, the Psychopath emerges from the darkness and walks onto the stage.

"So, darling, are you excited for stage four? I hope you'll, have a laugh." He says, grinning.

Now that I know what the phobia is, I inwardly roll my eyes at his bad joke.

"You shouldn't be worried. Just terrified."

He pulls a gas mask off the table and put's it on as the drug starts filling the room. His little speech was short today... odd.

He jumps from the stage and walks towards me as I start to fall asleep, my eyes closing and opening. The last thing I feel is the Psychopath jabbing the needle into my arm...