A young 14-year-old boy is accused of a murder that took place one night. He has no clue of his name. More trouble will arise as he knows exactly what happened that horrifying night. Strange figures are after him. Why are they after him? And what ki...
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The girl with the Sari dress jumps off her chair. She leaves the library quietly. Now, she's outside the building. Once out, she looks to see if Angel is still outside.
Her eyes survey every scene. She spots Angel going through some bushes. She yells, "Angel!" He did not respond and kept running deeper into the bushes. It led him into a dark forest.
The girl follows him. Desperately trying to stop him. "Angel! Stop! Don't go any further. I need to tell you something important!" The girl loses sight of Angel. She ran; she was now in the middle of an open grass field.
No one is there. The field looks empty and dark. Not even the sound of the wind howling. Oddly enough, no birds chirping.
All of this seems rather strange to her. This place reminded her of a certain past she had. A past in which she would no longer like to remember. She looks up at the sky to notice that the stars are not present. As if she were not horrified enough, the moon was not in the sky either.
"Hello?" She asks, horrified. She did not hear the feedback of her voice wave. Nor did she hear an echo. "That's strange," she whispers. Her voice did not change to a lower tone as she whispered.
She hears a maniacally evil laugh. It sounded like an evil clown's laughter. She looked at her back and saw a creepy and horrifying clown. She turned her body away and back. The clown was gone.
"Whoever is out there, stop! This isn't funny!" As she says this, she hears the evil laughter right behind her. This triggers her nerves, and she instantly runs. She runs and runs. It led her to the same place. Over and over again. "Okay... Okay... It's just my anxiety, just my anxiety... maybe you're just hallucinating."
"What if you're not hallucinating?" A voice from afar asks. "You better stop this bad one!" "Bad one?" The voice asked. The voice continues, "Why, I'm not the one that's giving you disturbing images in your head. That would be my partner."
"P... p... partner?" The girl asks. "Why, yes, young Lady." "What's his job!?" The girl asked, terrified. The voice says, "Well, I'm glad you asked. Grieve, come out. I'd like you to meet someone. Do it your way." "With pleasure, sir!" Grieve says as he appears out of the bushes.
"Hello. The name's Grieve and-" Suddenly, Grieve turns on fire and screams in pain. His skin turns from one disturbing image to another. As he burns, he looks like a dark figure. Then, he looks like a pink carnage burning.
Lastly, he looks like a creepy clown. A clown with a horrifying-looking puppet. The clown's face was painted white. His eyebrows are very dark black. A blade scar across the skin of his right eye. His right eye was black. "Does he even have a right eye?" The girl whispers to herself.
His bloody red lipstick was dripping out of his mouth. His hair was a black mess. Along with green highlights. He had a tall, black, wide stovepipe hat. His suit was funeral black. Along with a glowing green tie. He had black fashionable shoes. The girl had a fear of it. The scary-looking clown was still on fire. Although this fire was black.
