The Clowns Will Come

I Met A Clown.

I walked down the street and I noticed something strange. The bushes shook.
A shiny red object peaked out from underneath the brush.
It was almost like a rubber ball, but smaller.
I kept walking, but walked a little faster.

I've heard things on the news about clown sightings but paid no mind. My mother reassured me every night before bed that nothing would happen, but I was still scared.
Should I be?
Probably not.

As I continued to stroll down the street, I saw something... Something beautiful. A rainbow in the sky. How lovely! The only problem was it hasn't rained in weeks. I shrugged it off.

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"Mommy, when will I see a clown?" I questioned.
"Hopefully not anytime, honey," she replied.
"I like clowns,"
"Sure honey,"

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I didn't know what the clowns were at that time. I was young and foolish. But now I realize that my childhood was a lie.
I wanted to be a clown with them.

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When I was a child I was born into a family of past circus members. So I cherished the joy of clowns. My mother did not know what family she married into. She should have been more carful. Most of my family disappeared, we don't know what happened to them. My uncle, Alfred was a clown in our family circus. After the 90s people did not want to go to the circus anymore, our circus business and lively hood crashed. And that was when I was born, in the middle of all of it. And to put the cherry on top of the sundae, Alfred, disappeared and many of his colleagues, about only a month ago.

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I was walking down the street, not aware of what was to come. The rainbow stretched across the sky. It wasn't like last time, the rainbow was the sky. I heard a scream a blood curdling scream, a scream of absolute terror. The sound of a chainsaw reverberated in my head. As I turned around, I saw it. The clown. It had a chainsaw. And it held the chainsaw against the neck of a woman, not soon after he cut her. Her body was lying on the ground, legs twitching. Her nails were a shade of blue green and there was a ring on her finger. Engaged. Blood was spewing out of where her neck used to be. Her white polo now red. Her limp body was on the ground no movement.

The clown picked up the woman and held her head by her golden hair, now with red streaks of splattered blood in her hair. Blood dripped out of her neck, dripping onto his clothing. He laughed, catching sight of my face. The sky was turning the colors of the rainbow once again: red, orange, yellow, green, blue, or is it indigo, purple. The sky started spinning. I was feeling sick to my stomach. Before I knew it I was on the ground; I blacked out.

I heard the clowns footsteps. The clowns face came into the picture. I was dizzy, very dizzy. I was in its arms. I kicked and squirmed, but it held me tighter. He squeezed me until I felt one of my ribs crack. Its face paint was intricate extenuating the cheek bones was some black powder. The sides of his face were sewn back together. The wounds infected and crusted with blood. His eyes were tearing what looked like blood. Every time he blinked, I felt the blood trickling down onto me. His red mangled hair was falling out in chunks. And the chainsaw was strapped to his back. I was expecting what happened to the women to happen to me.

It brought me to an abandoned shed and placed me down in a wheelbarrow.

He swung around his chainsaw. I screamed. The chainsaw was just inches away from my face. The shed felt like it was moving. I thought my mind was playing tricks on me as the clown put down the chainsaw. Why would he be putting down the chainsaw? I stood up. The clown tilted its head slightly; it was confused, or it realized something. I was too scared to decipher.

"You're not real," I said to it, pointing. It tilted its head more, still confused.
"You know what? This is some crazy dream. I know it." I screamed at it as I picked up the chainsaw.

"Yeah, this is definitely not real," I said, pulling the string to start up the chainsaw. It roared to life and I walked over to the clown. It took one step back and raised its hands above its head. With one big swing I hit it straight in the head with the chainsaw. I heard its screech and blood pooled around my feet.

Half the head flew and hit the wall of the shed. I cut one eyeball in half during the process, and the bloody half fell onto my shoe. As the body of the clown slowly, I swung the chainsaw once again. The torso was now cut in half, and I watched as the clowns insides spewed out of the clown.

"Yes, I'm alive!" I screamed and did a victory dance. I looked upward. There was the string for a light. I reached upward slowly, and pulled it. It clicked. Light flooded the small room and I saw on the walls written in blood. "His name was Alfred." My eyes tear up. I slowly curl up into a ball, sobbing
I turned on my phone it opened to the camera app automatically. I reversed the camera around and saw something horrendous. My face was made up like a clown. And my hair was red and wispy. And the scariest thing were the stitches up the side of my cheek.

I looked down at my body, the clothes were on me too. And the body was gone.

I had this feeling of excitement in my body, all I wanted to do was run around and laugh. But I can't. I just can't. My moms at home waiting for me, but I've become a monster. How will I ever go home?

But then I remembered. She's dead.