Anne sat on her bed, her ankles chained as always. Will it always be like this? Anne wondered. Am I really crazy? Will anyone ever believe me? Suddenly, a nurse loudly came in throught the door. The sudden noise made Anne jump. She's always alone; she never expects company.
The nurse looked nervous. "A-Anne?" She stammered. When Anne turned to face her, she continued, "You will have a visitor today..." The nurse started fumbling through her clipboard. "Detective... Shultz will be coming to talk to you, Anne. He has chosen to solve your case. That is all." The nurse then walked away.
Slam!
Yet another noise that made Anne jump. It was the door closing. Why didn't Anne expect it to happen? She saw the door closing. She watched it close. Her only problem was that she had been sitting in silence for so long, that any noise hurt. The nurse's voice gave Anne a headache. The door opening and closing scared her. And later that day she would hear it again. Every day she would hear it, and every day it would scare her. Why did she fear? Why...
It's because I'm afraid not of the noise itself, but of the clowns finding me here, where I can never escape, Thought Anne. Where I can never escape from the lies, from the confusion, from the INSANITY!
Anne found herself screaming out loud for the first time in four years.
"I BELONG HERE! I AM INSANE! I'M A KILLER! A MURDERER! I DESERVE TO DIE!" When Anne stood up, she fell over the handcuffs cuffed to her ankles, and she crashed to the floor. She immediately started crying. "I'm a murderer.... I belong here... I deserve to be locked up forever..." Suddenly the door opened. Anne expected to see a nurse that would take her to shock therapy, but what she saw was very different. The one thing that she was trying to escape from all these years.
It was, in fact, a clown.
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The Clowns Call My Name • BOOK 2
HorrorAnne has been locked up in an insane asylum since she supposedly killed her mother. Anne is lost, confused, and tromitized since the incident. Four years later, Anne still has the same question burning in her mind. Did she really kill her own mothe...
