You know how sometimes you feel like your being watched but you turn around and nobody's there? Well except for me there was a damn clown walking behind me and that was all it took to run the fuck out of there but the clown did not follow. I kept promising myself to stop walking at night and tonight was the last I was never going out at night again! *next morning* I woke up and turned the alarm clock off and got up and then stopped and paused. There was a clinking sound coming from outside my bedroom door and it kept going and going and going and you get the point. I got up slowly but my damn bed made the loud squeaking noises and that's when the sound stopped. I then heard footsteps run away and out the back door. At first thoughts it was the clown but I'm probably just paranoid and it was some dumb shit messing with me. After I got my clothes on I texted Chloe to meet up at Starbucks and se replied with an ok.
I checked the back door and closed it and locked it and went to the counter and grabbed my keys and headed to my car which was like a baby to me. It's a 1970's camaro and it was the best. I got in it and drove to the Starbucks and got in to see Chloe sitting there sipping away at some coffee and I put my keys on the table and said, I'm going to get a coffee so watch my keys. I walked and ordered a frappe and went back to Chloe and we talked till she looked out the window and laughed there's a clown out there. I turned my head and sure enough it was that clown and it was looking straight at me. It started to run and I quickly grabbed Chloe and dragged her to my car and put her in it and got in and pulled out. When we were halfway down the road she yelled what the hell was that Nathan!? I sighed and told her what happens last night and this morning and she became pale. When we reached my house we got in and rested until we heard a knock on the door. When I went to answer it I stopped dead in my tracks because a note slipped under the door.
I pulled it off and read it: hehehe I know where you live! Hahaha I'm going to kill you and that girlfriend of yours hahaha! Right then I felt heavy and I fell and everything went black. I slowly started to come back but before I could get up I felt coldness surround me and I quickly scrambled up to see Chloe had thrown a bucket of water on me and she was smiling despite the fact that a most likely serial killer was right outside my fucking door. I stood there for a moment and then walked to my bedroom to get changed. I then picked up my phone to call the police and when they answered I told them about the creepy clown stalker and they decided to send an officer over. I sat on my couch and waited for the officer to come and once I heard the knocking of the front door and opened it and sure enough it was a cop but before he could even greet me a knife went through his head and then the knife was pulled out and the cop fell. I looked at the clown standing there with the bloody knife and he looked up from the body and smiled at me. He took a step and looked me over and then kicked his lips and that's when I slammed the door and locked it and barricaded it and Chloe helped all she could. When I was about to shut the lights off they cut off on their own and the tv. I started to freak out but I stopped before I became mindless and couldn't think to myself. He must've cut the power off and that means I can't call the police. I got Chloe and pulled her into my room and closed the door and got a chair and put it in the door knob so nobody can come in. Goddamn it really sucks to live in the woods but I mean the city isn't to far it's like 20 miles but yeah it's far on foot. That's when we heard a window break and laughing. We knew he had gotten in.
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The clown
HorrorThis is a story to remind you that clowns are fucking demented as fuck!