Anne started running as fast as she could away from her house. The further the better, right? As long as she wasn't near her mom... she won't be able to kill her and her unborn baby brother, right? Right?
Anne ran so far that when she finally stopped, she found that she was lost. Great, Anne thought, One more thing to add to my problems. Anne was definitely not anywhere near home. She was in a forest, a dead one, at that, and there was no life whatsoever, besides a few patches of grass here and there and some crows. This forest must have been burnt, because the leafless trees around her were charred, and there were ashes everywhere.
Suddenly, Anne heard a loud CLANK that echoed through the forest. She turned around to see a clown, much larger than she was, dragging around a bloody axe. Anne froze in place, unable to do anything. She couldnt scream, she couldn't breathe, she couldn't move, but the only thing she could and did do, was shut her eyes as if it would make everything go away.
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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...
