Dont Read at night

Party clown

Party clown.

It's my little brothers sixth birthday and he wants a clown for the party. I'm petrified of clowns and when I see one at a party or fair I run for the hills.

Last night I could not stop thinking about the clown and it's creepy grin. Now today is the day and I'm waiting in the lounge room with all the kids for the clown to arrive so I can go up stairs.

Ding dong!

The door bell rang and I was shaking as I turned the doorknob. When I saw the clown I was shaking more than ever he was the worst looking clown ever and I swear his eyes were glowing red. I was chilled to the bone.

"Hi come this way the kids are in here," I pointed to the lounge room and went in the kitchen where mum was waiting for me.

"Hey I'm going shopping can you watch the kids while I'm gone."

"Okay" I realised that I was going to have to hide in my room from the clown otherwise I might go mental.

When mum left I went upstairs to my room and turned my music up. I could hear the kids screaming in delight with the clown. He was probably blowing up balloon animals. I don't know why I was freaking out so much I just hate clowns.

Half an hour has passed and there has been no noise coming from the lounge room. I turned the music off and headed down stairs.

That's when I noticed the blood on the steps.

I ran down stairs screaming my brothers name.

"Timmy! Timmy!" I called my heart pounding.

As I entered the lounge room I has horrified at what I saw. There were little body parts scattered around the room all kids were dead. In the centre of the room sat the clown, grinning at me.

"You shouldn't of left me alone with them, now it's time for you to die!" he said lunging at me and the last thing I saw was the large butchers knife coming closer and closer to my head.