Lulu and Alice were walking home from the park by their school. It was late. And dark. They had a feeling, that somebody was watching them, following them. However they both decided it was nothing, they didn't mention it. They turned round a corner to a street with no streetlights. Then they heard a song, one they had known as long as they could remember. A nursery rhyme. Pop goes the weasel! But it had that special sound, one that everybody recognises from miles away. An ice cream van. At half 10 at night. They both realised how unusual this was. They then realised that this noise seemed to be getting closer and closer to them, faster and faster. They heard the screech of the breaks come round the corner.
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Killer Clown
Short StoryProbably not gonna get to finish this..... I kinda have trouble with concentration and writing, but I had inspiration and wrote this :)
