Anne looked around her, hoping that no one could see her freaking out. There were no cars, no people, just silence. That's what scared her the most. If there was a car, she could at least have a chance. Anne finally reached her home, quickly opening and closing the door behind her as she stumbled inside. Out of breath, Anne leaned against the door, gasping for air. Her mom kind of looked at her weird, and said, "What's wrong? Why are you so out of breath?" Still gasping, Anne replied, "I -GASP- ran home -GASP- because I -GASP- missed the bus." Anne's mom still looked concerned. "Why did you run?" Anne finally caught her breath. She said, "Because they're coming to get me."
"Who?"
"The Clowns."
Anne's mom sat next to her. Anne had unconsciously sat on the couch. "Sweetie, clowns aren't real." Anne felt like being sarcastic. "Mom, they are. They're in circuses." Anne's mom sighed. "Yes, but not killer clowns. These are just people dressing up to scare other people. It's no big deal." Anne looked up. "It is a big deal! There are strangers in clown costumes killing people!" Anne raised her voice. Her mom started to correct her, "Now, Anne. Stop exaggerating. They haven't killed anyone--" "Yet." Anne innterrupted. "That's the scary part mom! There are strangers, in suits, threatening people. Who knows how long it could be before they make their first move?!" Clearly giving up, Anne's mom sighed and left the room.
Anne went upstairs to her room. She was alert for any kind of sight or sound. She closed her blinds to her window all the way, and just to make sure, she put a black cirtain over it. Anne organized her stuffed toys on her bed. Yes, it was weird that she still had toys in HIGH-SCHOOL, but they made her feel safe. They reminded her of her childhood. As Anne had just started to get lost in memories, She heard something. What was that? She asked herself, recalling the noise. It was a quick clank! Sound. It was faint, but she heard it. Cautiously looking out her window, She saw that the outside trash can had tipped over. She then saw, in the distance, a clown. He was dressed in striped and polkadotted overalls, with white makeup on his face and the usual red clown hair and nose. He had a creepy and a demented looking grin, and he was waving a knife in his hand. Anne blinked, and he was gone. Then, suddenly, She heard a voice inside her head say, "We're coming for you, Anne. We're coming for you."
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The Clowns Call My Name
HorrorAnne can't get over the fact that there are so many clowns around to haunt her. None have been caught, of course, in her town. Anne lives in a small town in California, and there aren't as many cops as there should be, at least not as many as there...
