Anne screamed and quickly shut the curtain on the window. There was a clown there, she was sure of it. It made its way inside of her mind. Anne crouched, leaning against her wall, her arms wrapped around her knees. She rocked back and forth and repeated, "No no no no," She suddenly heard footsteps, running footsteps, up the stairs. Anne picked up an object next to her. It was a wire coathanger. Suddenly, the door swung open, and to Anne's relief, instead of a clown, She saw her mom's familiar face. "Anne! What happened? Why did you scream? Why are you crying?" Anne's mom crouched next to her and put a hand on her shoulder. Anne could barely speak. "Th-they're c-coming to get m-me..." Anne's mom looked confused. "Who is?" Anne slowly pointed to her window. "Th-them. Th-the Clowns." Anne's mom sighed and opened her window. "Anne, honey there's no one outside. Maybe you're just tired, get some sleep." Anne sniffed. Maybe she was just tired. Anne climbed into bed, and layed there for a while.
Anne couldn't sleep. She had been laying in her bed for about 2 hours now, just staring at her ceiling. She thought, I can't go to sleep now, Anne rolled onto her side. If I do, what will the Clowns do? They're already in my head... That was the scariest thing of all, Anne realized, If the Clowns were in her head, then what would they do in her dreams? Surely they would kill her. Kinda like Nightmares on Elm Street, a movie about a guy that kills you in your sleep with these claw things.
What if the Clowns could do that? Or worse, what if they controlled Anne? Anne sat up, still thinking. What if they make me murder my own family? Anne started crying again. Her dad had left her mom, and her mom, of course, was pregnant with her baby brother. The last thing Anne wanted was for them to die. But what could she do? Would the Clowns take over her, and make her kill her family? Or would they kill Anne in her sleep, and even right as she stepped out the door? Could she maybe escape them?
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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...
