Peering up from the safety of the gravel path, the castle looked as if it was staring down at me, somehow pulling me towards it like some kind of magnet. I turned around and I saw a old, broken, plastic, and dirty rubber duck. I've watched It, so I wasn't that afraid. So I went towards the old, eerie, castle. I came toward the door, but there wasn't one. So I let myself in. It led me to a long, dark hall, exept for a flickering, old light. It led to a half open door, inside it was surprisingly clean, and maintained. It smelt like cigar smoke, it was like a 50's castle on the inside. On the next level, there was a light that was casting a tall shadow, so I went up. It was a birthday clown! On its robe, it read Happy Clown! It had blood stains on its hip, leg, and his face. I ran to the door like Bolt would, but it was locked! I turned around to see the clown on the stairs. I felt a wet, slimy, greasy, bumpy, and cold hand, then the clown said " Don't come back to Blood Clown Castle, don't tell anyone, or there'll be problems!" He said. It sent a chill down my spine as he chuckled that haunted me. I opened the door and ran, the clown yelled" DON'T COME BACK!"
