When It Rains Blood (Jeff The Killer Horror, Romance)

Everyone Has A Story To Tell. Chapter Nineteen.

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Chapter Nineteen.

 

Everyone Has A Story To Tell.

 

Clary's P.O.V.

 

I stood there panting for a moment. I loved to run, but even that was to much for me. My legs ached for me to let my weight off of them, but I wouldn't let it happen.

 

I stood in the tree line off the clearing and glanced around carefully. It wasn't much of an amusement park, but it consisted of the normal things you would find in just about every park.

 

A merry go round, Ferris Wheel and a house of mirrors. Most of the area was taken up by a large black and white stripped tent.

 

I would have thought it normal if it wasn't so run down. The paint on the merry-go-round horses was flaking off and the grass was growing up and around everything.

The Ferris Wheel was rusted and looked as if it wouldn't run even if you went back in time fifty years.

 

Fear piled in my chest. What was this place? Why was it here and why was it so...creepy.

 

CRASH! My head snapped up and looked around. I took a defensive stance. What in hell was that? I was breathing heavily staring around frantically for Lightning or someone I could trust. This was agony, I needed someone with me. I HATED being alone like this. I hated being alone in general.

 

My breathing got shorter and faster. I couldn't breath.

 

SLAM! I let out a small scream this time. Tears started to well up in my eyes, I started backing up until I hit the rough bark of a tree. Covering my ears, I slid down the it.

 

“It's all in your head, it's all in your head. This is all just a long, twisted bad dream.” Squeezing my eyes shut, I shook my head. “None of this is real!”

 

A crazed laughed broke out around me. Loud enough to break through the tiny barrier my hands had put up around my ears. I still refused to open my eyes, no way in hell was I going to look at whatever dreamed up nightmare laid in front of me. I curled up into a tight ball and clamped my hands tighter over my ears. “You aren't real.” I whimpered

 

The laughing stopped and muffled talking filled the air. I still didn't take my hands from my ears and my eyes remained sealed.

 

All of this was a dream. No way could any of this be real. Serial killers don't all ban together to kill a large group of kids like this. It just made no sense.

 

After a moment of silence something grabbed a handful of hair on the back of my head and yanked me upright. I yelped in pain and clawed ferociously at my attackers hand.