Its a rainy Saturday evening you are looking out the window, usually you would love the rain but not today. Today was supposed to be a special day, mommy and daddy were busy in the kitchen and brother was playing his games. You went up to your room, you loved dolls and stuffed animals, pretty much anything that you could hug. As you walk over to your bed you sit down and hug your stuffed dog nice and close. Looking up at your blank dull white ceiling. You then roll to your side, your favorite stuffed animal or doll to collect were clowns. You loved the beautiful colors they showed off and how happy they always were, they never seemed to be sad. You got off your bed and went to the floor where a giant life sized clown sat. His eyes button, smile sown on without a flaw. You sat in his lap and sobbed because today the special day it had to rain on was your birthday, as you sobbed you noticed you had gotten the clown a little wet. But when you looked up at his face, he was looking right at you. Your face grew pale and his smile grew wider showing sharp pointy teeth. He tilted his head and wiped a tear off your now cold pale face. You shivered fear ran through your body, you wanted to scream but didn't have the life left. He slowly stood up cradling you in his arms, carefully walking over to your bed and laying you down. He looked at you the began to walk out of your room, and down the steps to greet mother,father, and brother. You couldn't help but squeeze your eyes shut as you heard screams, holding your dog tighter. You then heard creaks coming from the stairs, you held the dog closer and closer. The clown poked his head into the room and gave you a smile showing his now blood stained teeth. He slowly walked over to you and lightly patted your head going "shhhh" and smiling again. The clown then retched into his back pocket and pulled out a face paint set, he carefully painted your face and when he was done he said "happy." Walking back over to the door and holding his hand out, you slowly sat up and got off the bed. You trembled in fear still holding your stuffed dog close, sacredly grabbing a hold of the clowns hand, you walked down the stairs. You saw blood all over the floor along with your mother, father, and brother lying cold and eyes wide looking right at you. You held the clowns hand tighter, he carefully picked you up and carried you out of the house, walking into the dark, cold, misty woods outback.
People say that if you go into those woods you can hear the girl and clown playing in the woods. But don't get too close to her if you see her, or you may never be seen again.
By~Moonlight Lane
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Dark Poems and Short Writings
PoetryWARNING: If you don't like very dark poems with violence I will say this once DO NOT READ but I would hope you do give it a chance. This is for mature and people that won't be triggered by blood, depression, and other things but instead of flagging...
