The Clowns Will Come

I'm A Clown.

The shed was behind what looked like an abandoned house. Or so I thought. As I walked around the house, I noticed a light on through a window. It looked as if it were the basement window well. Through the window I saw a woman in jeans and a blue t-shirt. She shouldn't be here. This is my house now. I wanted to kill her. But how could I possibly do it? This morning I was normal and look at me now. I opened the window slowly, and climbed through. What has gotten into me? It was a tight squeeze, but then again I'm very flexible.

She was going through a box of old papers and didn't hear me coming in. I slowly reached for the old clown's chainsaw, now mine, strapped to my back. I pulled the strap over my head and grabbed the handle and pulled the string. It roared to life, the sound of the chainsaw was satisfying.

I heard a scream and I stared running at her. She backed into the corner for there was nowhere to run. I lifted the chainsaw above my head and laughed. And then I swung, just as I did with Alfred.

She was curled in a ball. And then she wasn't because of me. First her head split in half, eyeballs gushing out. Then her neck. Her torso. I wanted to rip her throat out. Blood oozed out of her. Oh how I love the smell of gushing blood.

"Mmmm," I said, smelling the air. I heard footsteps coming from above. I saw the mans shoes coming down the stairs so I decided to hide. I was in the closet, which wasn't that big.
"Hello ? Are you okay?" He was running down the stairs. Before he knew it I jumped out of the closet. He swore and screamed and rushed to where the woman also sat.
"Get away from me you maniac!" He screamed.
"Who are you calling a maniac?" I bellowed, louder than him. He stared at me. Something in his face looked familiar. Whatever, I thought as I swung the chainsaw at him. Cutting his torso. Oh yeah, that's uncle Rickey.

Then I realized. This was my house.