Chapter 3: Double Trouble

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We were at a stop light when I just started to feel weird. The atmosphere just became very eery and it kind of started to fog a little "what the fuck is that?" Phoebe said looking out the right side window behind Dean. We all turned to the right and saw a silhouette of a man standing on the sidewalk holding three balloons.

The silhouette walked up a little and revealed a creepy clown mask with bright red hair, a creepy smile complete with sharp teeth, a blue navy blue prison jumpsuit and red lipstick, blackened eyes and a nose with red paint on it "the fuck!" Gordon exclaimed. "shiiitt!" I said.

The clown just menacingly stared back at us. A few seconds later, the clown just started running towards the car and banging on the window on Gordon's side "shit! Shit!" Gordon exclaimed as he locked the window and backed away from the door. I pushed my foot hard on the gas pedal but the clown kept up easily as the car wasn't that fast and plus he was holding onto the car.

The clown then ran to the side of the car and disappeared out of view "shit!" Phoebe exclaimed while hyperventilating "calm down Phoebe we'll be okay" I said. Phoebe has a fear of clowns as do I but I tried my best to keep cool. I started breathing in and out and just drove forward but Phoebe started screaming again.

I looked in the back window and saw the clown running towards the car "fuck fuck fuck!" Dean exclaimed. I slammed my foot on the gas again and the car went just fast enough to outrun the clown.

The clown just stopped and stared us down. I could feel my heart pounding like it was going to burst out of my chest at anytime "what the fuck do we do?" Gordon whispered.

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