My Strange Dreams!

The Shape Shifting Clown

I was in my living with my mum and my grandfather. We were all painting the walls, when I heard someone coming down the stairs. I looked around. Standing by the door was clown.

“Look what I can do!” His arm morphed into a long sword that got longer, and longer, before going straight through my grandfather (although he continued painting regardless).

Suddenly, my mum span around and shot the clown in the chest (with a gun she grabbed from mid air). Then, next thing you know the clown’s head explodes and confetti goes every where!