Impulse

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I ran down the street seeking help and screaming. The bloodthirsty clown was still tailing me, its loud oversized feet slamming against the pavement as it tried to catch up with me. I spot a house with its lights on and quicken my pace. I ring the doorbell and bang on the door firmly. A middle-aged woman answers holding out candy for me to grab as if I was a trick-or-treater.

"Help there's a killer he's trying to get me!" I scream at her. Her face darkens and her mouth spreads into a smirk.

"let me in!" I push past the woman forcing myself into her house expecting safety and warmth. She starts cackling as she shuts the door and locks it. Her body suddenly morphs into a devil-like shape with bright glowing red eyes. I froze thinking I was doomed. Dude this sucks, the last thing I'll ever see is a giant tomato with devil horns and red eyes!

"You shouldn't just run into houses little one," The demon says as she corners me against the wall. I began to scream as she tore my shoulder from its socket. The demon continues to dismember me while laughing hysterically. Right before I fade into the darkness which I only can assume is death, the clown appears and smiles at the sight of my body being ripped to shreds. "never act upon impulse child" the clown laughs and joins the demon lady in ripping me to pieces. All I can hope for now is they don't make a sandwich out of me.

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