TRUE STORIES

THE CLOWN (part two)

So it's Halloween and everyone is out there with not-so-creepy outfits. I have no idea why these girls prefer to wear some kinky outfit on Halloween. Maybe they want to be kidnapped by someone on the road? Or simply said. They want to show off.

I never enjoyed going out to the streets at Halloween night. However, this time. My brothers had all joined in the fun. Meaning I would be alone at home with all my other relatives. Rather than sitting there like a weirdo smiling toothily I rather go out. Not to mention, alone. Clara wasn't at town. Her father had taken her to vacation a few days ago and I was all alone.

I went up to my room after watching my brothers get into their weird costumes. They actually searched for costumes that were worn back in the early centuries. I swear they are more spooky and cooler than what we see today. I must admit, it was a good thing I wasn't in those days. Or else I would have died of fright.

My relatives had brought a lot of costumes. And from those I saw a kinky nurse outfit. If I were to wear this, a whole new meaning. However, maybe I can get a horror make over? Nurses from silent hills?

I was surprised when I stumbled across a very sexy outfit. One that was more likely worn in a BDSM play. I wore the outfit and was slipping up my panty hose when I felt someone behind me. I gasped. Oh shit!! I forgot about him!!

The lights dimmed until the room was all pitch black. I realized that the neighbor hadn't turned their lights on since it was Halloween. He turned me to him. I wanted to see him. But he was stubborn. His hands were slowly caressing my thighs. Alas, I would have given in but nope. Not when he was too stubborn to tell me anything. I pushed him away gently and turned the lights on. He wasn't there anymore.

I got out wearing the lamest yet the scariest outfit. A ghost with rubber patched up with stitches. The mask was creepy, as if I was someone trying to kidnap children. And I walked oddly slowly. Everyone was just staring at me as if I was drunk or something. Some girls screamed and ran away cursing. I did even see Aron and the others laughing out loud and chasing girls. Terence saw me and came to me. He didn't know I had plans to get out.

'Hey? You are wearing a silly outfit' he joked.

The others also came around. I just stood there wondering if I should tell him it was me or not.

'You don't talk?' then he turned around 'Oooh so he is trying to be spooky huh?'

Everyone else just laughed out loud. 'So weird!'

I slowly turned around and walked away in to the darkness. I was afraid. But I wanted to make sure they get creeped out. It was Halloween after all. Once I was near the cemetery I thought of going home from a different route. I looked around. There seemed to be no one at that area. I could hear children's voice echoing all the way from the town square.

I would have started walking towards a different route but my body was glued to the spot as I saw something...no. someone. I stared at the costume more carefully. The red nose indicated the main characteristic of a clown. A man. He stood few feet away from where I was. Unlike any other clowns he wore very old looking black clown outfit. It was patched up from places. Places that might have been sliced. His smile was plastic like, but they were real alright. And they were sewed shut to a perfect smile. The lips stretching further back to the cheeks. I wondered if they were as real as they seemed. How can lips be stretched to such an extent? Unless, you cut them a little by the cheeks...It was too horrifying. Those eyes were of different color. While one had normal black eyes, the other was white, like he was blind in one eye. The scariest thing yet to come.

He held a machete. A sharp one that glinted in the dim street lights.

I didn't run or walk to anywhere. We both had this bonding time where we looked into each other's eyes. Before I knew it he had turned around and walked away into the dark forest. I watched him go. But I also watched his machete. It was so shiny and new. Not to mention, the handle was carved like a skull head.

I realized then why he might have gone.

I saw a shadow cast over mine. And I knew who it was. He was always there with me, like my shadow. And he appeared in such a moment. Meaning, the clown wasn't what he seemed to be.

In the morning, I sat down to watch TV. There was an image of a woman, whose lips were stretched further out to the cheeks and stitched up nicely. Blood dripping all over her chin as she cried towards the camera.

I felt my blood run cold.