Come and Play

by omega793

This is a short story i wrote. It's less of a fan fiction, and more of a story, so i chose The Haunting Hour as the category because the story reminded of it. It's about a ten year old boy, who is frightened by a clown doll that is in his grandparents home, which he has to stay in for a week, when his parents go on vacation.

Come and Play

Johnny never liked the old clown doll in his grandparent's home. It always made him feel… unsettled. Especially because of how it just stared, smiling. Johnny knew it was supposed to be a fun children's toy, but it still freaked him out. Johnny had to stay at his grandparent's house for a week because his parents went on vacation. He decided to ask his grandpa if he could move it to their basement, because he really didn't want to spend a week with that doll staring at him. His grandma said, "of course you can, if it creeps you out that bad." So, Johnny moved the thing to the basement. Their basement was creepier than the doll. It was dark, barely lit by small tinted windows. Creepy basement for a creepy doll Johnny thought as he set the doll on a chair covered in plastic. Johnny half sprinted up the stairs. He always felt something was going to chase him whenever he walked up stairs that went into a basement. "Out of sight, out of mind," Johnny said as he closed the door, locking it to keep his paranoid mind at bay. That night, Johnny heard a thud come from the basement. He shook it off, thinking it was just the house settling, and he drifted off to sleep.

When Johnny woke up, he nearly had a heart attack when he saw the doll in a chair in the corner of the guest room. It was staring at him, smiling. He quickly got up and took it back to the basement. This time, he made sure the door was locked tight. Two nights passed without a similar thing happening. But, the third night, Johnny heard something he couldn't explain, something horrifying. He heard laughter, clown laughter. Followed by a scratchy clownish voice say, "Come and play, Johnny boy," Johnny ran to his grandparent's room and told them what he heard. "Johnny, you're ten years old. Your imaginative brain is probably making you hear things," his grandfather said, "if you get a good night's sleep, you will feel better in the morning." Johnny nodded and went back to bed. He woke up the next morning to the voice he heard that night. Only this time… it was closer. "Why didn't you come down to play?" the voice said. Johnny sat up, to see the doll standing at the foot of his bed, holding a bloody knife. A sinister smile spread across its face, "Well, it's alright. We can play now."