Are You Scared?

Chapter One.

"Thomas did you forget your jacket?" A young woman asked. She was about in her mid-twenties with unatural fiery red hair and black glasses that framed her eyes.
Thomas stumbled forward "No it's just this place gives me the creeps" he said looking hesitantly at the abandoned building before them.
"Can't we come tomorrow at say noon?" Thomas begged making his female companion roll her eyes.
"You're such a wimp" she scoffed and walked in.
The building was an abandoned  warehouse with many cobwebs, dust around every corner.
The redhead put her hand to the light switch only to discover that the lights themselves were faulty.
The floorboards creaked with every step she took and the scent was filthy, with the hint of a horrific odor.

Death.

The woman's eyes scanned the area,  peculiar stains were on the ground surrounding her black low heeled boots. She took out her camera and looked through some of the boxes.
She turned the camera on along with the camera light.
"Alright here we are" she spoke softly "there have been rumors of strange occurrences in this warehouse" the woman began filming the setting, pretending to be spooked by her own shadow like normal paranormal  investigators.
Though she was unaware that when she turned the camera to face her, a flash of black and white slipped through the corner of the camera.
She continued down the halls of the building, the creaky floors continuing to be the only thing heard along with dripping of the leaky ceilings.
The ginger continues to film all the creepiness of the warehouse, but she then thinks 'Why hasn't Thomas come in yet?'
Was he really that cowardly?
She decides to stop recording for a moment and check on Thomas.
She goes back, carrying her camera with her as she leaves the building unaware that she had forgotten to hit the off switch on the camera.
The film shows her moving towards the door, her hand reaches for the handle and slowly turns it making a quiet squeak.
She opened the door expecting a psychco killer with a chainsaw and a hook but instead there was nothing.
Nothing but silence.
"Heh. Dork must have ran his sorry a-" And with that she was cut off with the body of Thomas swinging out in front of her, a rope tied around his neck tightly, a bloody smile cut into his cheeks as well as candy and blood dripping out from his shirt.
The sight was enough to bring the young woman to tears, she began to hyperventilate.
"T-Thomas! Thomas!" She sobbed dropping her camera as soon as she felt black pointed fingers digging into the sides of her neck.
A loud cackle filled her ears "Heheheh....Hello dear" a raspy yet playful voice spoke and the black fingers dug deeper into the girls skin.
"N-No please that hurts...." the woman quickly ripped away red marks on her neck.
She turned back seeing a tall slender black and white clown with a swirled monochrome cone nose.
His hair was black and shoulder length, and beyond his black lips were sharp teeth.
"What...What are you?!" she said frightened " the camera was still running catching all of the events.
And the last thing it caught was a white blur slamming into the woman, a loud scream, then a whisper of "Go. To. Sleep." Before being slashed and shutting down.

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My eyes shot open from slumber as I quickly looked around in fear, before breathing out "another nightmare.."
I slowly rose out of bed and looked around my surroundings.
"It's over....they're gone..They can't bother you anymore" I told myself.
The memories flooded back of the day trauma all started.
Thinking about it made my head throb. "It was just a dream" I consoled myself getting dressed and walking out of the room.
I walked into the kitchen and got my breakfast.
It was a microwavable bacon, egg and, cheese biscuit.
I yawned and also made my coffee,  drinking it as I looked through a couple of magazines.
Four years had passed since I was in a world of hell along with my sister Emma, I haven't seen her since we escaped.

I'm not even sure if she's still alive, since then I've been living in a house that belonged to a friend of my grandmother's. I began working at a local dinner here in Fairivew. I used to live further away from here but, I had a lot of trouble after the horror I went through.
After I had eaten my breakfast I knew it was time to go work at the dinner, so I rummaged through the kitchen for my keys.
Once I found them, I saw multiple colored pieces of hard candy.
My stomach turned and twisted, before I knew it I had bolted for the bathroom and emptied the contents of my stomach into the toliet.
Anything reminders of what took place four years ago made me sick.
That was fear began to wash over me, I didn't buy any candy for that reason alone, not to mention the owner of the house was never really here so how did those get there.
Was this some kind of sick joke from my colleagues at work?
Or was it?.....No...It couldn't..
Suddenly I heard the television "in other news two people were found dead today at the abandoned Oliver's Warehouse" the man on the Television said as I approached the living room looking at the screen.
"The two were identified as Diana Cassidy, and Thomas Smithson, Thomas was found hanging-"after that I quickly turned the t.v. off not wanting to hear anymore.

'This can't be happening'