Hair in red flames.
Black where the eyes would be.
It is the most dreadful thing to be seen.
As it gets closer it is surrounded by a horrid scream.
Its clothes are ripped.
Its face is pale.
Im in its sights.
It gets closer, another wail.
So thick is the air.
Just wanting out of this nightmare.
I feel im face to face with certain death.
I take hold of my last breath.
Im singled out in a crowd.
My screams are so very loud.
When it reaches it does nothing but frown.
I am staring into the face of a clown.
