Clowntown

Chapter 8

I slowly released my hands from his sides as he said in a raspy voice, "Oh Elizabeth, I have missed you for so very long now lets get you cleaned up my sugar pie." I followed him into the bathroom. Surprisingly, I did not fall knowing how dizzy I was. He cleaned my head with peroxide and it hurt tremendously. When I was bandaged up I began recalling the things he had said.

My name was Kat, not Elizabeth. I shouted for him to come into the room. I said, "MY NAME IS NOT ELIZABETH YOU FREAK!" I ran and kicked him straight in the nuts. He fell screaming. I was about run out when I realized my friends were still there. I turned around and tried to run when he swept me off my feet throwing me on to the ground. I sprung up like one of those ninjas in a movie. I darted through the other entrance way and ran up the stairs. I quickly found the room with the closet and broke through it. Liz and Bridgette were following behind me as I ran out of the room. He sprinted at us all in a small compacted group. We all split running opposite ways. He chased me out of Liz and Bri. Of course he would pick me. I got ahead of him and saw Liz tell me to duck. I ducked down as his face ran into the plastic wrap on the door. He slowly got up even with the blood dripping down from his head.

I had a odd look on my face as he turned his neck so hard it cracked in several different place. He said, "Oh my darling Elizabeth you cannot fool me. He began to sprint as hard as he could at me. Turning and curling up toward the stove I saw the pot of grease that he had left over from his food. I grabbed it and as he got closer to me I threw it. I saw the steam coming off of it. It was scalding him. I saw patches were burns started to open up and blood was oozing out.

We started to run with tears dripping down our faces. We opened the door to the winter breeze. Snow was everywhere the trees had no leaves. We looked at each other with astonishment realizing how long we had been gone for. We ran to the neighbors house where they called the police.

The police came and got us and searching the house we were in. Liz met with her mom and Bridgette met up with her parents. My mom came a few hours later after I got interrogated.