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Chapter 1-part 2

That day had ruined me. I was going to be sick.

Shades of red were painted around the walls of the alley, the floor just as bad. Blood splattered everywhere, I swear I could see a maroonish red kidney pulsating on the ground of that nightmare shithole.

A few bodies in the corner caught my eye. Their guts had been ripped out and replaced with candy, resembling taffy.

I heard more screams, and laughter.

I moved closer, my instincts taking over, running into the alley. Red blood splashed over my white sneakers, probably leaving a stain.

I skidded around the corner, seeing a huge monochromatic clown looking thing that stood before me, holding a child by her neck. The child was gripping at the clowns arm, trying her very best to stay alive.

My face was struck with horror and a scared look. Just as the clown thing noticed me, I rammed my full body weight I to him, crashing down into his leg, and made him fall sideways.

I heard the child fall to the floor, and I got up quickly, hopping away and grabbing the girl, holding her bride style. She gripped onto me, sobbing as tears dripped down her red face.

"YOU LITTLE BITCH!"

I heard the clown yell. A shiver ran down my spine as I bit my tongue and cried softly, trying not to scare the girl.

As I turned the corner once more, a green and dirty trash can caught my eye. I hid behind it, my arms carressing the child to my body.

I pulled out my phone with very shaky hands. I dialled the number I should have called before going in there... 911.

I turned the sound down slightly as the phone rang.

"911, what's your emergency?" I heard the dispatcher over the phone.

With a shaky voice, I reported my situation, sobbing quietly.

"T- there's something o- out here it- it killed some k- kids... I managed t-to sa- save one..."

I heard silence over the line, and heavy footsteps splashing in the blood covering the floor.

Then I heard humming. A melody I remember from my childhood. Pop Goes the Weasel.

"Half a pound of tuppenny rice... Half a pound of treacle... That's the way the money goes..."

I heard maniacal laughter close by... Too close.

My heart felt like it was jumping in my throat. I broke out into a cold sweat.

"Alright, what's your name sweetie?"

I gulped and whispered: "(Y/N) (L/N)"

The lady got the hint, and spoke in a whisper as well, making sure I could hear her. "Thank you (Y/N), I'm now able to track your phone and get a team there immediately. Please stay calm and find a safe place until they get there."

I thanked her quietly, and suddenly felt a presence next to me, a shiver ran down my spine. The child's face was in my chest, so she didn't see what I did.

I turned my head to the left, my eyes popping wide. The clown thing was now about 5 inches away.

He was so close that I could see clearly what he looked like now. He was lean, and was only shades of grey, white, and black. He had a cone nose with a spiral of black and white. He had jet black hair about to his shoulders. He had feathers attached to the collar of his black clown suit.

His eyes looked cunning and mischievous. His smile was crooked and unnerving. His lips were black, and his skin was a ghostly white.

"Pop! Goes the weasel! Haha!"

I screamed, jumping up. Just then I could hear sirens.

The clown seemed displeased to hear the sirens, as he frowned.

"Aww, don't want to play anymore? I was having so much fun!"

The child had fell asleep in my arms, and I held her tight to my body.

He stood up from his crouched position, towering over me, looking to be about 8 feet, which, if you didn't know, was abnormally tall.

He cackled, watching my reaction. He moved closer, and I practically jumped out of my skin. I had goosebumps, and my lip was quivering.

My heart beat was probably able to be heard by the clown, I'm guessing, as that's what it feels like, as my heart beat is ringing throughout my head, pounding in my ears, jumping in my throat at a knot was squeezing in my stomach, and I lurched backwards, stumbling.

He laughed again, walking towards me, his hands dripping with that same red liquid of the kids he killed. I turned around and quickly ran away, hearing him chase me.

My clothes and shoes had blood on them, and the child I was holding was slightly cut and bruised.

I was running out of breath, my legs and arms getting tired, so I woke the child, but told her not to look behind as I heard the laughs and giggles come from the crazy ass clown thing.

She clung to my arm, running with me, and when she fell back and slowed, even a bit, I yanked her back up with me.

The whole experience was terrifying. My knees felt like they would collapse under me, leaving me to fend for myself, but they didn't.

I kept my eyes wide open, huffing and pulling the child along, her sobbing reaching my ears.

I managed to take a peek behind me to see nothing. Nothing at all. He wasn't there...

He wasn't there...