“I’m just a normal teenager... or at least, that’s what I thought.”
A voice echoed inside her restless mind.
“Am I?”
She questioned herself again, this time more seriously.
"Ana!"
A voice called out, snapping her from the fog of her thoughts.
What’s that sound?
She wondered groggily.
"Ana! Wake up, you’re getting late!"
Someone shook her—lightly but urgently—as if she were made of jelly.
She blinked her eyes open and sat up. Her mother stood beside her bed, arms crossed and eyebrows raised.
"Ana! You’re going to miss school! I’ve already made breakfast!"
"I’m sorry!" Ana replied, scrambling out of bed and rushing to the bathroom.
So… it really was a dream.
She thought, splashing water on her face.
And just like that, her day began.
She got dressed quickly, headed downstairs, and scarfed down her breakfast in a blur. Soon, she was out the door and on her way to school.
The hours passed like usual—class after class, noise, notes, and yawns. But as Ana walked home that afternoon, something unusual happened.
Out of nowhere, a paper ball hit her shoulder.
"What the heck?!" she exclaimed, spinning around. There was no one in sight.
Then she saw it. The paper ball had fallen to the ground.
She bent down, picked it up, and unfolded it.
“Meet me at the Clown Park — Jack.”
Ana let out a sigh.
Not again.
Jack was always pulling something weird.
But then a memory surfaced.
Wait... isn’t that park shut down? It’s been abandoned for six years!
She paused in her tracks.
What is Jack thinking?
Still, curiosity tugged at her. She took a deep breath, glanced at the sky—and started walking.
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Ten minutes later, Ana stood at the edge of the long-forgotten Clown Park. Rust clung to the metal gates. Vines twisted through the fence like they belonged. The air was oddly still.
"Jack!" she called out. "If this is another one of your pranks, it’s not funny!"
Silence. She looked around, a frown forming.
"If you’re hiding, just come out already!"
Nothing.
Just as she turned to leave, something caught her eye.
What’s that?
A box. Sitting right in the middle of the park. Covered in strange symbols.
Drawn by something she couldn’t explain, Ana stepped closer. She reached for the gate, expecting it to be locked.
It creaked open.
That’s weird…
She stepped inside, every part of her alert. The box wasn’t too big, but it was definitely big enough to carry. She crouched down and hesitated.
Should I open it? What if it’s something dangerous?
After a deep breath, she slowly lifted the lid.
Her eyes widened.
A... clown doll?
Inside were:
A full clown costume
A pile of deflated balloons
A painted clown mask
Bright-colored face paint
And the large, eerie clown doll staring up at her with glassy eyes
Her hands trembled for a second, but she picked up the box and left the park without looking back.
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Back home, Mrs. Smith was pacing near the living room window.
Ana still hadn’t returned, and the worry was slowly creeping in.
Just as her thoughts turned dark, the doorbell rang. She rushed to open it.
To her relief, it was Ana.
"Where were you, sweetheart?" Mrs. Smith asked, walking behind Ana as she entered—forgetting to close the door.
"Don’t worry, Mom. I’m fine. The teacher gave us a project, so I had to stay behind. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you earlier," Ana said with a practiced calm.
"I see… but what’s in that big box?" her mother asked, eyeing the strange package in her daughter’s hands.
"Oh, this?" Ana said quickly. "Just project stuff. Anyway, I’m starving—could you make me lunch?"
Without waiting for a reply, Ana hurried upstairs.
Mrs. Smith raised an eyebrow but didn’t press further.
"Sure, honey," she said softly.
Then her phone rang, and she walked off to answer it, leaving the front door still slightly open.
Outside, a figure approached.
The wind stirred as the shadow crossed the threshold. The door creaked softly as it was pushed wider.
A teenage girl stepped inside—her school uniform neat, her hair in place. A badge gleamed on her chest under the hallway light.
It read:
Ana Smith
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📚 Hey, readers!
I’m a new writer on Wattpad and this is just the beginning of Ana’s strange, mysterious story. I’d love your thoughts, feedback, and support. Every comment, vote, and read keeps me motivated to keep writing more!
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