Newt imagines 2

Horror story.....alive?

Round pale face with hollow cheeks, red frizz hair and ruby red lipstick that curled into an evil smile. The clown stared down on you as you slept, his white gloved hands shaking you. "Y/n. Y/n. Y/n. Y/n."

You bolt up, sweaty hair stuck to your face. "Y/n...." You jump, landing on something soft, you jump up again, standing on the cot. Your entire body was coated in a thick nauseous sweat, your heart pounded in you head, you could feel each beat in your finger tips. The adrenaline set your body on fire.

"Y/n, I need the loo." Charlie whined from his spot in the bed, his eyes glowing in the limited light. You shut your eyes breathing deeply, inhale, it was only a nightmare, exhale, it was just a nightmare. "Y/n." Charlie tugged on your pj shorts.

"Ok,ok." You whisper remembering the other ten sleeping boys, "let's go." You sigh and push back your hair. Oh god, one night in and you were terrified. You hop off the bed, kneeling next to Newt. He looked so peaceful sleeping, his mouth ajar and his hair fallen on his face, tickling his nose. You sweep it back and pull his blanket up round his neck. Then follow Charlie to the toilet.
He stood in the hallway, goosebumps pickle his arms that in the deep orange light of the torch look like thin sticks, thinner than the stalks in the corn field. His knees a door knocker, knocking against each other in time with his waves of shivers. He crossed his legs. "Can you check it's safe first?" His puppy eyes pleading you as he desperately tried to hold on.
The bathroom was small, a toilet, sink and small window. You shut the window, pulling the latch down so it's locked, plug the sink plug and check behind the door. It was as ever just another bathroom in the glade. "It's fine, go, I'll wait outside."
The poor boy legged it into the room, pausing to push you out and lock the door.
Leaning against the wall you slide down sitting on the planked floor. The corridor was long, you knew that, but tonight if felt like only a good two yards each way. The bathroom light peeling through the frosted glass door illuminated the small spot around you. Anything could come for you now, and you wouldn't know until they were right on you. A gusty breeze came from your right, the way you knew to be the steps. That remembered the feeling you had when you here with Newt. You felt it again. As if two beady eyes stared at you fixating on your pale skin. A drip ran down the wall from your neck to your butt. You rubbed it away, hoping Charlie would finish. The whirling of the toilet flush, flowing buzz of the tap.

"Hello little boy."

Everything shut down. Not a single hair moved, a breath, a blink or flicker of the eye.

The voice was sickly sweet but too broken to have been small Charlie's. It was so silent you could hear Charlie gulp.

"You ever been to a circus? Little boy." The voice said.

Now you could hear yourself gulp. Sweat dripped onto your eyelash. You couldn't blink it away. Your entire body was on shut down. You could barely think. Only one word was in your mind. Banging to get out. Like a caged lion. Charlie. You couldn't loose him.

"No?!" The voiced exclaimed. "Well shall I tell you the number one rule? Yess? Would you like that?" He paused and you hear little Charlie stammer a yes.

You stood up. The wall supporting your knees whose cement was crumbling away.

"Number one rule is.... Never offend the clown!"

CRASH. BANG. SCREAM. "Y/N!!"

"Charlie!" You screamed back your lungs exploding out your chest. "Charlie!"

You threw yourself at the door, numb to the thudding pain. "Charlie!"
The oxygen was leaving your body faster than ever. Anything, everything was a mad blur. Only the tremendous banging signalled you had hit the door. Charlie's screams resulting in failure. Again and again you threw, kicked, punched, screamed at the door. "Charlie!"