Don,t Leave us.

Notice to the reader: I got the Idea to write this story from a dream I had which was pretty much almost the same as the book is.

As I look back at the monster I look directly at its face. 

Wait where is its face I think.

16 hours earlier.

(February 21, 1991)

News about the town having to be evacuated well that was 48 hours ago I sighed to myself. And there are 3 more days until we will be forced out of stuff or no stuff. I mutter to myself looking at the clown statue, which is supposed to sing nursery rhymes in my mother's voice but is broken. 

She got it right before she died. For some reason, she had this obsession with clowns which I thought was creepy. But I can't get rid of it, it means the world to me knowing that it belonged to my mom. As I turn on the news to watch some TV while packing I am greeted by the town's news channel.

Breaking news 30 people last night were murdered in their homes last night. We will not go into details on what happened but the people who were on the scene are all telling everybody to leave today. Mike, I really don't think that is a good idea of course it is he says wait Linda you were killed last night how are you? Suddenly the TV went static with a piercing sound that rippled through my ears.

Then it turned back on a minute later with Mike's head split in half on the floor revealing his brain and his body hanging from a rope tied on the roof. As I hear screams coming from the TV as I grab the remote and turn it off.And went on packing. As the day went on I kept thinking about what happened and I quickly finished packing As I planned to get out of there by midnight.

It was 8.00 at night when I heard a bang I looked out my window before I saw a monster I could not make out what it was because of how dark it was before I heard my door unlock when I saw the monster then the lights turned. As I look back at the monster I look directly at its face. Wait where is its face I think.

As It picked me up and started eating me from the head down chewing on my skull I screamed that thing has no face. And then I felt my skull being crushed and blood dripping down my eyes before they popped out of my head. The last thing I Heard was the clown statue laughing while singing London Bridge.

The song.London Bridge is falling down, falling down, falling down, London Bridge is falling down, My fair Dauther.