Later that day, around 10 PM, Jynx and Karson decided to take a walk. It was a full moon, the wind was howling and the crickets were chirping. Each step they took was followed by the sounds of leaves crunching. It was the middle of november, the best time of fall. Everything had a cozy feeling. At least, everything should’ve had a cozy feeling. The wind began to slow down. The steps took longer. The leaves fell in slow motion. Everything felt like it was in slow motion to Jynx. Who would know one glimpse of something would ruin a walk. Jynx saw a figure in a clown mask. Doing a stabbing motion towards something or someone on the floor. Frozen in fear Jynx couldn’t process what was happening. After Karson noticed, his fight or flight kicked in. He pulled out his phone, grabbed Jynx’s wrist, and begame to run. Running with the hope that the killer didn’t see them. Running with the hope that the killer didn’t hear them. Running with the hope that they would make it back home safely.
