Hi I'm Noah Thomas and I'm here today to tell you the story of my life.
If you're reading this at the moment, then I am already dead. 24 years ago I was captured by this sick son of a bitch and I have been locked up in a bunker since then.
I am fed, but not very well I'm surprised I'm still alive all I have is water that you'd find in places like Africa or some shit like that. I am unsure what has happened in the world and I'm aware that I possibly never will. As I said I've been stuck here 24 years, well I think so anyway, I was captured by this thing, this psycho of a man who would walk down into the bunker and just stare, and stare until I finally fell asleep however he's out at the moment probably finding more kids the sick bastard. I've seen him. Under his mask. A face of fear. A face of many disformities. A face with a nose that's half off. When I was younger I always wanted to go to a circus so that I could see a clown and get a lie thrown in my face or something like that. I was always the odd child that not many people liked as I had hardly any friends.
2 weeks after constantly bragging my parents to go to a circus I saw that some of my followers/people I followed on Instagram saying that there's was a clown in our area. Being the child that I was I went for a walk that day, I saw it. The clown. It stared deep into my soul until it finally smiled and waved me over. As I got closer it began to run. I thought that this was a game so I obviously followed close behind him. We reached a door hidden in the ground. The clown asked for me to get closer. S-so i did.
"Hello Noah,"
"H-h-how do you know my name,"
"Well let me just say I know all the nice little boys and nice little girls names around here,"
A murderous laugh was given off by him.
"I have a circus down here I know you wanted to see one, here's pop corn, hot dogs and cotton candy,"
"Can't you just smell it all noah,"
He took a breath in.
"Mmmm cotton candy, my favourite."
"Y-y-y-yes I smell it too,"
" would you like to come see my circus Noah"
I felt threatened I had to agree.
"Yes please,"
I followed him down into the bunker where I then realised this was not what I expected
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Twisted
HorrorWhen a young boy is taken away at the age of 5 his parents begin to look for him to find a psycho full with fear