You're 'IT'! (Daddy Wise Part 2)

~Four~

You feel a pair of cold hands on your shoulders and feel warm breath on the back of your neck. Too afraid to turn around you try and sink down into your chair. The hands gripping your shoulders tighter as you do

You take in fast short breaths, you feel your body trembling from fear, your palms become hot and sweaty. Your eyes wide and full of curiosity along with the inevitable horrors your mind is configuring.

You take in one more sharp breath before turning your head swiftly, your hair wrapping around your face blocking your vision brifley. As you struggle to pull the clumps and strands away from your eyes you hear the sound of laughter echoing in your ears. A horrible smell filling your nostrils, the smell was as bad as garbage, but some how worse. You couldn't quiet put your finger on it.

You finally manage to get your hair to release you and stare behind you. What you saw infront of you was no longer your small dingy study hall class room. You were in a dimly lit area that reacked of that terrible stench.

You glance around the area, not daring to move your body, only your eyes can move. Swiftly moving to the left then back to the right. You hear the faint sound of water trickling down somewhere. The smell seems to get worse by the second. Each time you breath the smell becomes worse and worse. You start to feel woosey, empty even. The sounds of the dim area filling your head.

Something tells you to move. Something inside is screaming to run. But you can't, you were frozen. Your body not yet recovered from the rush of fear. You take in a slow deep breath, managing to turn your head the slightest to see more of the area.

Instantly you regret your decision. Standing beside you was a tall man. He towered over you, his shirt ripped and stained and his pants soaked from the pockets down. You glance your head up the slightest bit and as soon as you do, dark red lines start oozing down his shirt from the neck. The smell, was death.

Your eyes widen as you look up one more time. The man's neck was slit open, blood gushing everywhere. But what caught your eyes even more was the fact he had no head. His neck was there but his head wasn't. The tall headless man shifts his body slightly so he's directly facing you.

It's tall slim figure crouches down to be face to face with you- well. What would have been face to face if he had one.. He reaches out a shaky arm and points past you. Your head turning to follow his pointing finger. Behind you stood the same clown from earlier.

He tightly gripped in his right hand a head of a man. Was it this mans head? Your eyes wide and your body frozen stiff again. The clown smiles wickedly before letting out an ear piercing laugh. Suddenly the head he is holding opens its mouth and lets out an even worse shriek.

The body behind you tightly grabs your arm, yanking you back. It starts running off in the opposite direction of the clown, dragging you with it. You still hear the clowns laughter and the heads shrieks as you run.

Your eyes remain wide and horrified as you hear heavy footsteps running after you followed by the words

"RUN! RUN RUN RUN!" and more laughter.