Prologue
Hank the security guard walked through the abandoned amusement park. He hated this gig, the late nights mostly, but it was quiet for the most part. A few teenagers would come in every once in a while to party, light vandalism. For a guy pushing towards retirement, he welcomed it.
His nightly routine consisted of checking around the park and he always saved the funhouse for last. Hank looked up at the giant clown head.
"So creepy," he said to himself. He was not a fan of clowns. The giant one that sat on the funhouse always unnerved him more than others. He had come here with his family when he was growing up. At night the way the lights shown on him and the terrifying cackle gave him nightmares.
Once the area looked clear to him, he turned back to head to the main gate when the door to the funhouse squeaked open. Hank turned his flashlight towards the door and when something wooshed past the crack in the door.
"Hello," he called out. "You're not supposed to be in there."
Hank stepped up the stairs that led to the entrance and carefully opened the door the rest of the way. He walked through the entryway when he heard voices and found the cause of it. A group of teenagers around a lantern were drinking and smoking.
"Hate to break up the party, but I'm going to have to ask you all to leave," Hank said sternly.
Once the kids left, Hank cleaned up their mess. He turned around and ran into a very large clown figure, yelping in fear. Hank laughed it off though trying to calm himself down.
"Scared me a little." He took a breath and turned back around as the clown took a step closer to him. A mechanical maniacal laugh came from the clown as it reached for Hank's neck.
As his flashlight fell to the ground, Hank's blood flew across the room.