My eyes flitter open, I'm not sure what has woken me up and as i look around my small, dark moonlit bedroom i realise that everyone is asleep. Just when i start to relax and fall asleep once again, i hear what woke me from my sweet dreams. My jack-in-the-box is playing quite loudly from across my room, i watch it. Shrinking back into my bed waiting for the small clown that jumps up to frighten me, but when the Jack-in-the-box finally opens what's there scares me even more. Nothing, the clown is gone and you can see the spring that would usually bring it up from the small box it lies in. I always hated that box, my nan bought it for me when i was just 3 and I have a fear of clowns, their faces haunt my nightmares and they laugh at me in my dreams they bring knives and guns to me while they terrorise my innocent soul.
I start to think that maybe my dog has simply taken the clown when my younger brother was playing with it, he may have become annoyed at the noise it makes and taken his anger out on the clown, with this thought in mind i sigh and start to fall back into my deep sleep, Just as my eyes close I hear a loud crash as a series of toys fall from my high shelf and i stare at it for a moment before a evil laugh rings out from what seems like everywhere in my room, a clown voice.
"Tommy, why so scared?" the voice calls out yet again seeming to be from no-where, i start to shiver and another laugh echo's through the room. i start to whimper and soon i hear a loud thud as something else falls from the shelf, i look up to find nothing but the toys that have already been knocked off the high shelf that not even I can reach. I franticly look around me room until with a fear bubbling up that is so full i could almost scream i spot, the clown that was missing from my Jack-in-the-box is sitting on a chair, facing me with a smile that I don't remember it ever having before. I start to sob and cry out for my mum but as i listen no one comes to save me, i watch the clown and it seems to realise nothing will save me too.
It's smile widens and it starts to move. I close my eyes and throw the blankets over my head, i can hear it walking across my floor its small feet just making a small patting noise against the wood, soon though it stops and i can only hear my rapid breathing. This is a nightmare i want to end so badly, I throw my covers backwards and scream running out of my room throwing the door open so hard it hits the wall, i run into the living room and down the hall banging furiously on my mum's bedroom door.
"Help me!" i scream through the door but no one seems to hear, I stop and stand at the door. That’s when i hear it, the patting of feet behind me on the wooden floor, i dare not turn around but i do speak.
"Please leave me alone." when the patting stops i slowly and carefully turn around. I see nothing but an empty hallway, slowly walking back to the living room the floorboards seem to creak when they didn't before. I walk into the middle of the room and turn around trying to stop my nightmare in action, i see nothing but the empty room around me but suddenly. Just when i start to feel safe, i hear the sinister laugh coming from all around. i spin again and suddenly i get a burst of annoyance, why can't it just come and get me? Or why can't it just leave me alone?
"Where are you!" i scream to no one that i can see, suddenly the small bit of light from the window cuts out and hear a curtain being pulled across, i turn to see no one at the curtain but suddenly my fear becomes more recognised as both my fear for clowns and the dark bubbles up, suddenly i hear the sound of a circus play and I start to whimper. I hear a loud laugh from everywhere and then the voice that is clear as day.
"Behind you."
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Behind you
Teen FictionWhat happens what your nightmare comes to life? Tommy finds out, and wishes he didn't