Short horrors (HIATUS)

Mr. Bubbles

Mr. Bubbles likes blowing bubbles, creating colorful balloons, and making children laugh. A child's laughter might be his second favorite thing in the world. Mr. Bubbles moves around a lot. But right now he is living with 3 other people.

"Well we got it for under a million and there's even a basement!" Said Thomas, sitting on the phone. "Dad? When are the kids getting here?" Asked Ryan. "Soon bud. Go play with the clown!" Replied Thomas. "I don't like him very much..." Ryan protested. "Well, your mother bought him and he was probably very expensive." Argued Thomas.

Sometimes, children don't like Mr. Bubbles, and that makes him upset.

"I didn't like that clown very much." Said Thomas, once again, on the phone. "Where did you find him?" "I found him? I thought you found it?" Replied his wife, Kathleen.

Mr. Bubbles was happy alone, at least, sometimes.

"See? I told you. Nobody in the basement." Thomas said to Ryan. "But- But I heard-" Ryan attempted to say. "It was just a bad dream." Said Thomas. "Go back to bed."

Mr. Bubbles might've missed out on a laugh, but the night was not lost yet.

Ryan woke up from the sound of shoes hitting the floor. He rubbed his eyes, and tried to locate where the sound was coming from in his bed. He saw a familiar face in the dark, the unsettling clown from earlier. He felt fearful for his life as it quickly approached him. The thing cooed at Ryan's facial expression, tears running down Ryan's face. It was holding something, a small, jagged rock. It stabbed Ryan in the neck, screaming out of pain. It had a knife for making the situation look different, like a suicide for example. It hid the rock and replaced it with the knife, coating it in Ryan's blood and putting it in his hands, making sure that Ryan's corpse touched the handle, and it left the house.

Mr. Bubbles favorite thing in the world, is a child's scream.