No... this can't be happening! Anne started stumbling backwards in shock. How could she have been holding the axe? Where did it come from? Anne suddenly tripped backward over a root and tumbled down a hill. She reached the bottom with a loud thud and she layed there for a few seconds, trying to get her thoughts together. Okay, Anne thought, So... if I was carrying the axe, then... what about the clown? Is it.... is it all in my head? Am I really crazy? Anne shook her head to try to make it all go away, but she couldn't escape the endless questions. She just didn't understand why the clowns wanted her. But what if there were no clowns at all in the first place?
Anne slowly sat up and looked around. She was deeper in the forest. It wasn't as... dead as the rest of the forest, though. It had moss on the trees, and lots of fog. It was a thick fog; the scariest kind to Anne. Great, Anne thought to herself, Fog and clowns. Anne heard a loud commotion coming from behind her. A clown. Anne turned around to see a clown, of course. What if they were all in her head? Anne tested it by standing and facing the clown. They stared at each other for what seemed like a lifetime before the clown dissapeared.
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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...
