For Your Eyes Only

T w e l v e

It all fell into a kaleidoscope of memories

"Taylor, would you please wake up?!" El's ringing voice made Taylor's fly open.

Taylor quickly sat up, almost hitting El, good thing she dodged. She felt a little drowsy but it wore off eventually. "Um, how-- what time is it?" She asked.

"Actually, it's still ten am, but. . . I decided to wake you up since you're mumbling stuff about-- well I guess you don't wanna hear about it." El said, shaking things off.

"I don't want to know either." Taylor replied, she didn't want to know yet she's got a good hunch about it. . . she'd rather not say it out loud, though.

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Halloween, the best night for mischief and merriment, well, except for Taylor and El who both stayed in their dorm rooms. The two held a movie marathon, only the two of them.

Both of them are currently watching 'Exorcist' and they're currently on the scariest part. The room was dark, the only light source they had was the laptop. Taylor was a few feet away from El, eating popcorn and chips.

"Can we turn it off, now?" El asked in a whimper, her face turning beet red.

"You suggested this thing!" Taylor complained.

"I know but--"

Taylor opened her palm and faced it at El as she was too focused on the movie. "Shhh-- here it comes."

Both looked back at the screen, there was the silence. . . no music plays, this usually goes on before. . .

"AHHHHH!!!"

Taylor and El screamed and hopped out of the floor when their door opened in a quick flash, lightning struck, thunder boomed, both of them pale, their hair standing, goosebumps showing.

At their door stood a clown, not the normal clown. . . His long, curly hair was a mess load of blue, yellow and green, his eyes pure black, no white could be seen, his face pale with a few stitches and flesh decomposing, his lips pierced and with blood dripping, his teeth sharp and bloody, nose is that big red ball, his green outfit as that of a clown only tattered and dripping with blood as he held a bloody knife on the left hand and and a gory noose on the other. He slowly crept inside the room, peering at the ladies who were pale and obviously cannot move.

The clown gave an eerie maniacal grin.

Taylor struggled to get away but in their room, they're cornered, they couldn't go anywhere. . . this is a nightmare, this is a nightmare. . . she tried to make herself believe but somehow she couldn't.

El was screaming as the clown came towards her, the face of murder visible on his grin.

Taylor grabbed the opportunity. She took a small wooden chair and hit it on the back of the clown. . .

"Ow! That hurt!" He screamed and suddenly Taylor regretted doing it as she recognized the voice. How could she not see it?! "Bloody hell, Red Princess, that's not a good greeting!"

The clown sat on Taylor's bed, groaning in pain as he touched his back. "Is that how you answer to a little trick or treat?! Ow" He yelled.

"Lou? Are you kidding me?! I could barely recognize you, where did your jawline go?" Taylor almost yelled the words.

El stood and pinched Louis' ear. "God! Are you trying to kill me? You almost gave me a heart attack!"

Instead, Lou smiled charmingly at her. "No, but we're quits." He removed those pure black lenses and false bloody teeth.