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"Art?"
You grabbed him harder as if you were scared.

"Who is that?"

There was a little girl with pale-clown makeup on, messy hair, and crazy eyes  just staring at you.

You got up and sat on the opposite side of art away from her.

They locked eye contact as she stood up and walked over to you.

She held out both of her hands then clapped them and held them out again.

Confused you did the same thing back.

Art watched as you played a game of patty cake with the mysterious creepy girl.

It lasted for a couple of minutes.
She smiled. Then simply walked off. Disappearing into no where.

"What was that? Should I be concerned?"

Art shook his head no.
He was surprised you could see her.

Art stood up and walked off towards the door of your apartment.

"No- where are you going?"

He kept walking.

"Wait. Art please."

He left anyway. That drove you into a frenzy.

You slammed the door and let out a scream of frustration.

The little girl appeared again.

She grabbed your wrist and led you back to the couch.

You sat down and she started drawing on your face.

She had a look of excitement and derangement as she painted on your face.

She walked into your bedroom and pulled out the costume you wore to the party and handed it to you aggressively.

"You want me to put it on? Why?"

She simply held out a thumbs up. Giving you the same stupid look.

Although confused you walked to the bathroom and put it on.

You noticed in the mirror the makeup she had put on was the same as the night of the party.
Only messier.

She started clapping her hands in excitement.

You thought she was kind of adorable. You didn't mind her company.
You smiled back at her.

She started to spit out blood all over the floor.

"What the hell- are you okay?"

With blood slowly trickling out of her mouth, she smiled excitedly and shook her head yes.

She sat on the floor cross cross and began playing in the blood. She signaled for you to come over.

You sat across from her as she covered her hands with the blood smearing it onto the walls.

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