Chapter 11: Death By Clown

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~Now and again we try, to just stay alive.

~No one will ever see, this side reflected. And if there's something wrong who would have guessed it?

Ugh this song is so amazing his voice is just *shivers*.

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Lions, and Tigers, and Bears oh—hell no. They don’t seem scary to me at all. Mud, bees, flys, Britney Spears, I let it all go because they aren’t my any of my business. But clowns….clowns are a whole different story. They are made out to be playful, and good with children. But we all know they are soulless monsters who want to eat you alive. They don’t? Well, I don’t care I’m sticking to that theory.

As soon as I saw the makeup on his chin, I started planning my escape. I have a few options here:

Option one: Run at him and tackle him to the ground.

Option two: Embarrass myself more by exorcising him with random objects in the house

Option three: Do a cart wheel into a back flip and smash his face in with my feet (I literally can’t even do that…)

Ok I’m going to have to go with option four. Fake him out, and then run to my parents screaming like a little girl.

“Come here Faith, I just want to play,” a sudden gravelly voice said, sending chills down my back. He started leaning down as if he is going to pounce on me at any moment. I myself am hyperventilating a little. “is wittle Faith scared of wittle clowns?” he mocked, in a childish voice, "lets see just how scared you are."  I stood frozen; watching him slowly put his shadowed hands on his hood.

“No!” I screamed, and ran to the left side of him.

 He quickly lunged in my position, moving his scythe with me, and I spun around him going right. Yes faked him out! I ran past the staircase to get to the kitchen. I stopped in my tracks, almost running into Francine.

“Faith! There you are! There’s some food in the kitchen your mother was worried you might be hungry.”

“Oh I…I—“ I turned around to see nobody behind me. I nodded my head vigorously “food sounds good!” I moved quickly behind her through the kitchen, and then out onto the deck. There are tiki torches lighting the dark night, and I can see my parents laughing it up at a far table. “What do you have?” I asked, running ahead of her encase he decided to pop out of nowhere and—

“—Oh my gosh you scared me!” I heard Francine scream from behind me.

“Sorry, not everyone likes Clowns,” I heard a deep voice respond. I whirled around and my jaw dropped to the freaking floor, “oh there you are honey, can I talk to you in the kitchen?” The clown asked.  

Francine put her hands together, and turned her gaze to me, “Oh my gosh! I didn’t know you had a boyfriend Faith!” she said, as if I am the ugliest person on the planet. She turned, and looked him up and down; costume makeup and all. “Can I just say you are extremely handsome. Are you a model?” She slurred slightly.

He laughed, “No I’m not, but thank you. Not everyone finds me attractive,” he replied, his completely black, scary eyes switching to me.

My face went blank. Since when is someone with white makeup all over their face, an exaggeration of red lips in a creepy smile, dark red paint on their nose, a bright spiky wig on their head, striped black and white pants, a creepy jokers collar with bells on it, and big red shoe,? Did I mention the heavy black makeup around the eyes, and the fangs as teeth?

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