666 Dead

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I look in the direction mom was pointing. Something was blocking the road up ahead. I saw a cross that had been set up, and tied to the cross was a young woman. As we get closer, we see the multiple bullet holes all over her body. On top of that was paint. Someone took a paint gun and shot her multiple times as well. Bright green paint was splattered all over her wounds. Her mouth was hanging open, and her eyes were rolled back.
"Mom, what the h---"
"Shh," she says. Several police men were investigating, and they looked over at us.
"Ma'am, do you happen to know what happened at this scene?" They stared us both dead in the eye, and mom shook her head innocently.
"I'm sorry, sir, but I just came back home. My daughter and I were at the café."
They nodded, but watched us closely as we drove into our driveway. I went up to my room, and locked the door. I looked at the window curiously but frightened. I decided that I would overcome my fear of the window. But not yet. Not until the time was right. Soon, night time came and the house was once again, silent. I crept out of bed and stood right in front of the window. I was sweating slightly, and my hands felt clammy and cold. I touched the curtain, and briefly prayed. I slowly pull the curtain to the side, and make a small peephole for me to look out. And I gasp. I almost scream, but stifle it. I clutched the curtain, but refrained from moving the curtain. There was a man in the street. It was dark and rainy, but I saw the shape of some human in the street. And then he turned around, and I could've sworn that he looked straight at me. What the scariest part was though, was that he was wearing a bloody clown mask. I want to shriek, to dial 911, but I knew any movement could cause a ruckus and that the man could hide any second now, or run away. I stare intently, and sweat waterfalls dampen my face. He seems to stand there and look at me for a minute, then take out a gun from his pocket. I panic. Even though none of my face or body was visible except for the one eye peeking out, he seemed to have sensed my presence. He walks towards our house, just a few steps. Rain drips down his mask. If I move, the curtain would sway, and that would be an automatic symbol that someone was there and saw him. To my surprise, he bends down and does something that I can't see. This was my chance to get away from the window. But my curiosity got the best of me. I continued to stare at him, and when he stood up, I see that he had left something on the ground. I really wanted to run out and look inside the bag, but I restrict myself from leaving the window. The man turns around and runs, and in a flash, he's gone.
"I'm serious, mom! I saw it! A man in a clown mask!" Mom rolls her eyes and looks at me. She is not taking me seriously.
"Em, I know you're young and very imaginative, but you need to stop. Right now is not the time play around and joke."
She continued to read the magazine she was holding. No one would take my word for it. If my own mother can't, then nobody would.
"I want to go to the coffee shop."
Mom tiredly looked at me.
"Really, Emma? You went there yesterday."
"Yeah, well there's nothing else to do over the summer that's interesting, so why can't I go? You always told me to be more active and not lay around the house."
Mom sighs and stands up.
"Fine. But you bring something to do there. I need to get some rest."
As I enter the café once again, the first thing I notice is Jack. I wave and sit down right next to him.
"Hi, Jack," I say. I felt a bit uncomfortable calling him just "Jack".
"Hello, Emma. How was your day?"
"Not too good, actually. With a serial killer around, its hard to have any fun. I wish this murderer would just hurry up and kill himself already."
Jack looked at me surprised.
"Oh? Well, stay safe. Come to me if you have any problems." Even though Jack was just a stranger, I felt safe relying on him.
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It's been three days now. Over 200 killings, and something is starting to scare me. Every time I'm in the streets, I feel like I'm being watched. I sometimes see Jack at the grocery store, and wave to him secretly when mom wasn't looking. But I'm starting to have nightmares. I don't really dream anymore, highschool has got me too stressed to dream. But now that it's summer, and I have more then enough time, I've been starting to dream. In my dreams, it's cold, rainy, and quiet. I wake up, and my bed has somehow moved itself. My alarm clock rings, but the time shows 1 AM. I turn forwards the open window, and a bloody clown mask is staring back at me, with a gun pointed directly at my forehead. Constantly I'll scream for help, and right before he pulls the trigger, I'd immediately wake up and gasp like I had died. The mask was pale white, with high cheekbones. The eyes were black and curved like the moon crescent upside-down. He had blood decorated all over his lips, and blood smeared on his forehead. Crazy orange tufts of hair stuck out in all directions. I also had dreams of the after-death experience, where I was a ghost and was watching the police look at the little creepy note the clown had left specially for me.