Make It Out Alive

Chapter 23: Be Happy and Smile!

Esme's P. O. V.                                                     I shine my flashlight around the room. All the while I'm thinking - I just had to watch Clownhouse, I couldn't have watched my little pony or cheetah girls. At least I didn't watch Child's Play, then I'd be screwed. Definitely. The room is a whole lot bigger. I shine my light all around the room. Its the size of a classroom. I look for Rosalinda's remains. She's laying down sideways on the floor. I start to walk towards her...and stop. Poking out of her back is a large kitchen steak knife. I realize that its way too quiet. Quiet means bad, quiet always means bad. Suddenly I'm being pushed and my back hits the wall. My eyes close momentarily but snap back open instantly. I wish they hadn't.  Standing right in front of me. He looks like a normal every day regular clown. Except his smile looks killer, and he has a knife in each of his big meaty hands. He places his hand against my neck, pinning me to the wall. I look straight into his eyes. I will not look away. No matter what he does, no matter how much it hurts, I will not look away. I will not let a hint of fear seep into my eyes. I glare at him. He smirks. He lifts up his right hand and moves towards my cheek. I can feel the tip of the knife on my left cheek. I still don't lose eye contact.  He pushes the tip of the needle into my skin and drags it down from my cheek to my chin. It stings, oh god it stings and burns. I can feel tears starting to burn up in my eyes. I choke them back. I am not going to cry. I am not going to give up our freedom from this island so easily. I know that later on I'm gonna get stitches and that I'm going to have a scar on my face permanently. I grit my teeth. I blink the tears away. He moves the knife away from my cheek and in front of my face. I see that my blood is on it. I don't flinch. He moves to my left arm and rolls the sleeve up. He starts at the shoulder. He digs the tip of the knife into my skin and slices down really fast. Almost as if he doesn't want me to feel any pain. He lifts his head up and stares at me with that fake smile on his face. He looks like a deranged physco path that's on the run. I grit my teeth and close my eyes. I feel a sting on my right arm and a sting on my palm. I can feel his sharp fingernails digging into the flesh of my neck as if he wants to leave a mark. He presses his hands hard into my neck and then I don't feel them anymore. I open my eyes. The clown and Rosalinda's remains are gone. I walk to the door, open it and step out into the hallway. They all look at me. I nod, no words needing to be spoken. I look at Dylan, she looks a little better. She's not completely pale anymore. I look at Eval and say, "your next. Good luck Eval". Eval whispers, "thanks" and walks towards the door. Words appear on the door- Eval,since yours is an actual fear that people die from constantly in real life it will be much worst then the other's fears. Eval says, " that's fine, I can handle it. Now who do I have?"  James Elijah Henry appears on the door. Eval nods. He walks towards the door, opens it and steps inside. Even from here I can smell the scent of smoke and ashes. Eval looks backs at us before the door shuts behind him with a click!.