I'm next to the guy and I come up to half way up his upper arm... lol just not gonna put my face on this page bye.
"Hey," I got on my tip-toes to tap his shoulder. He whipped around, his balloons coming with him. The mask he wore was black and white, with a creepy smile on it. "Can I get a picture with you?" I gestured over to my dad who held the camera with my brother next to him. He nodded and stood next to me.
While We waited for my dad and brother to figure the camera, the tall clown looked down at me. What, was this guy on stilts?
"I'm terribly sorry about this," I said. "Old people, huh?" I chuckled nervously. All though he was an actual person and I could see his eyes, I was still intimidated by the fact that he was a scary clown. He leaned down towards me to say something over the loud music of the haunted house.
"It's quiet alright, Arabella." He said in a deep British accent.
OkaY, hold up; British? And he was so tall... who the hell os this guy?
"Say cheese!" My father exclaims before snapping the photo. The clown walked away.
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