Slowly the footsteps get louder with every passing second. The honks, the laughter, the stench
of both blood and makeup. You are in a cramped space, in the wall hoping to avoid the laughing maniac.
As his footsteps get closer and closer, along with the noises, you begin to hold your breath
as if it would help your hiding. After a few minutes you hear the honks and footsteps begin to
go away. You stay hidden for a while longer, waiting, seeing if it was not a trap. Once you decide
it's safe to get out, you take a look around. You feel like vomiting at the sight. Your once
friends, family, loved ones, all dead. They lie there on the ground, a bloody and disfigured mess.
As look around you can't help but start crying of both fear and grief. The grief of the one you
lost and the fear of knowing that the person that killed them is still out there. Waiting, for
the right moment to strike and get you. You begin walking away not wanting to bear the sight
any longer and as you approach the front door you hear some rustling in a distance. The last
thing you hear ,was a honk. The last thing you saw before your eternal sleep was a face of a
a clown, a close friends face, one whom you trusted ,but as it turned out, the face of the one
who ended your existence.
A/N:Yeah Idk…Just felt like writing something and it ended up as this