I am a teenage mom with 4 years old boy and 2 years old girl. I love them both. I in the 11th grade. The kids love each other too. They keep me happy. They don't have a father figure. I plan is to not get married to no one.
One day, it's was my son 5th birthday. I take him to the park. After an hour, I take him to the house. My siblings and their kids are there. We celebrate his birthday. My son likes clowns. The clown suppose to be here but didn't. After the party, my relatives have left. It was dark.
I put my kids to bed. An hour later, I heard a whisper. I thought it just in my head. 2 seconds later, I heard someone walking from outside of my room door. Again I thought it just in my head. I look just in case. But I saw a footprint to my son room. I run into her room.
My son was gone. I called the police. My daughter woke up. She wonder what happen. When the police came, I explain what happen. They have the search party to look for my son. 30 minutes later, they found him dead. He was slice on his neck. He was bleeding to death.
At his funeral, my daughter miss her brother. 5 years later, I birth to a baby boy. I make shore that i won't get a clown no more.
