Jack reached out of the closet his long arm pushed the closet door opened then he stretched his body out of the closet a little his cold eyes stared at his victim sleeping then he put a slender, gloved finger against his black painted grin as if he actually cared that the poor boy was sleeping. A giggle escaped the grin then he moved all the way out knocking over a few of the boys’ clothes in the process. A random shirt fell on the clowns’ ruffles so he shook it off. The shirt that fell was white and black which matched his attire so at least he knew that the boy had great tastes in clothing. A snore escaped the boy’s lips causing him to turn to the other side, other than that he didn’t wake up. The clown new from this the boy was having a great dream which was going to get ugly once this clown appeared in it. The thoughts of killing this boy started to excite him so he quickly made his way towards the bed his body twitching around as if he was a balloon trying to be morphed into some kind of animal. Reaching his bed his long arm reached for him then his hand slowly crawled across the bed so his fingers could slip into the boys’ ear. The boy named Chad was having a great dream he loved school a lot so it was one of those dreams when he would ask his crush Amy out. In school of course he was the dorky kid, short, white button down shirt pens in his pocket. He always wore black jeans and crocks, sure he was fourteen but he did his best to dress older and had to succeed in everything that he did. Amy on the other hand was the popular blond, she liked everyone except the nerds. In his dream she walked towards him wrapping her arms around him, she was a little taller than him so she had to lean down a little. She leaned down just about to kiss him when the clown appeared behind her gripping tightly to his clown meat cleaver, this wasn’t his victim so he wanted to hurry up and get his true game started. Just as he was about to attack Chad pulled away from her to point at the clown, his finger twitched being afraid of clowns then beads of sweat dripped down his forehead even out of the dream his sweat stained his white pillowcase. Amy tried to turn around to see why he was so afraid but right when she was about to turn around he took his blade and sliced her in half. Her two halves fell on the ground the look on her face showed pure surprise but before he could run to the body he disappeared along with the clown. They appeared in a gray circus tent with bleachers and bleachers, rows that seemed like they would never end. Hanging from the tent there was a tightrope it was extremely eerie because normally one would have a net under it to make sure that the performers would be able to have something safe to land on just in case one of them fell off, he looked up to see if he could find any wires that would hook onto them for their safety but he couldn’t find them. Looking up he was able to see one Trapeze this was really scaring for he noticed that one of the ropes looked like it was sawed off. Thinking that it couldn’t get worse in a blink of an eye the tall, twisted clown appeared right in front of him his white and black twisted pointed nose started to twitch eagerly. Chad dropped to the ground then slid backwards even though he had his jeans on, he could still feel the pavement against his sensitive skin. He clawed against the pavement with his short fingernails blood seemed to form and slowly paint the pavement out of his dream his fingernails started to bleed. A gasp escaped his lips as he crawled faster backwards feeling like he was doing some sort of crab walk now. Jack looked at the empty bleachers a little annoyed that he didn’t have an audience for this show then he snapped his fingers. A ghostly audience appeared causing Chad to stop, the audience was a bunch of ghostly children some of them looked a little better in the audience despite the appearances the only one who made him upset was Amy. Both of her halves were sitting there though they seemed to lean more against the young boy who was holding onto his head. Something seemed to fall out of his eye sockets though he was too far up for him to know what it was. Tears formed in his eyes giving him that painful stinging sensation so he closed his eyes then started to wipe at his eyes wanting it to go away. This was a bad idea because he felt himself being lifted off of the ground then a cold, blade pressed against his shoulder. It felt weird, almost plastic, “Please, let me wake up, I don’t want you to be in my dreams anymore. I w-want.. I want to stop playing with you.” He gasped. The clowns’ grin grew allowing his sharp canines to become visible. He breathed on his victim, his breath hot yet sweet, it smelled like cotton candy. His eyes opened wide, his blue eyes were bloodshot from the pain that encountered from his tears.
Posted on: Sat, 23 Nov 2013 21:34:26 +0000
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