Twisted

2. The room

... I heard the doors slam shut as the clown whistled the theme song to the Stephen king it film. After I watched that movie I knew i shouldn't have trusted clowns again and now look where it's got me. I looked around the room.
"This isn't a circus,"

"It is if you use your imagination."

I closed my eyes to imagine where I turned around and got hit in the face. I don't remember much after that other than that he knocked me out. I woke up to see chains wrapped round my neck arms and legs. I could hardly breathe. I have problems with claustrophobia which causes me to hate tight spaces. This space reminded me of when I last out after I went caving with my school this time. I passed out. Anyway, i looked forwards to check for a way out for me to only see bright blue eyes with a tint of red staring back at me.
"HOLY SHIT"

I didn't mean to scream the word but that frightened me, the whole look of him sent shivers down my spine. I closed my eyes to see if it was a dream, it wasn't I opened my eyes to see the clown closer to my face his cold breath hitting my nose.
"What do you want from me."

"Nothing."

"Then why the hell did you take me"

He removed his mask.

"With a face like mine does it look like I have many people to look after me, talk to me or even make eye contact with me, I have been watching you for many years now noah and I've seen that we're quite similar. Everyone has disformities but we are lonely and we can be lonely together don't you see. Ha ha ha ha haaaa. People like you just don't understand, you all think I'm psycho, well guess what, I am ha ha ha ha ha haaaaaa."

I stayed silent and didn't say a word.

"Are you not gonna laugh aswell noah."

I stared crying tears of fear.

"Well aren't you going to say anything."

I shook my head slightly. The next thing I knew I was getting stabbed by a needle. I don't know what was in the needle but I began to see the circus. The clown was dancing with many of his side clowns on the right and left of him. The smell of cotton candy made me drool, I feel as though I haven't had any sugar in days however I've only been locked up for a couple of hours.
I wonder if I'll ever get out at all I miss my mum my dad I even miss my sister and that's rare I wish I could just stroke my dog to get rid of all my nerves and to keep me calm however there's no body down here with me other than this psycho clown.

I begin to hear the shouts of worried voices.

"NOAH!"

I hear the bark of a dog. Is this. No way. Are they here.

"MUM, DAD, ELIZABETH, TAMMY."

The clown covered my mouth so that I couldn't shout the smell of rubber made me almost pass out.
The voices sounded like my neighbours Scott and Isabelle they're really nice people so I hope that they find this bunker I hear scratches above me, could this be them...