Clowns are Creepy
Now the story I'm about to tell you is based off of what most people think of clowns, creepy. I would have to agree, since you never know what lies behind that colorful makeup and the cute little red nose. The story I'm about to tell you is based off of a nightmare I have has multiple times, and am still having. But, for identity reasons, I will change a few things, like my name and gender, plus adding in a few characters and things that were not in the original nightmare itself. My story is about a boy called Charlie Fentin, and how all of his beliefs on clowns were real, yes, this boy believes clowns are really scary, and has multiple nightmares about them. Anyways, shall we begin?
Chapter One:
I am Charlie Fentin, don't believe them. And by them, I mean the clowns. Yes, the clowns are my enemies. They are hiding behind that makeup… I'm getting ahead of myself, here's a little more info about me; I am 12 years old, my parents are divorced, and I live in an apartment on 1256 Baker Street. Most people in my life or social life that is, think I'm a wacko, but believe me, all of my stories in the nightmare journal are real, nightmares to real life, don't trust them, and again, I mean those killers covered in makeup. I shall start on day one of this journal, to let you know all of these stories from the beginning, my stories called; Clowns are Creepy.
Day one:
Dear Nightmare Journal, it happened again, the crazy dream, err, nightmare about the clowns. Journal, you know I'm not crazy, right? It has to be true, after all, if it weren't, then Happy wouldn't be coming after me like the maniac he really is. I didn't tell you about Happy, did I? Well, get schooled; Happy is a clown, with sharp death, plus he's killed people, I'm not crazy, And I won't admit I am even if they torture me and put me in a mental hospital. Well, we better get back to the Nightmare Log, huh?
Nightmare Log:
I was lying in my bed, a dream of me sleeping? Odd, right? Then I heard footsteps, but not the familiar *Clack Clack* of my mom's heels she wears 24/7, nor was it the loud *Bum Bum* Of my dad's boots when he came over, no not at all. It was an odd footstep, it sounded like the ones from horror movies, y'know? You can hear it, but you can't pinpoint where the sound was imitating from? Those ones. Creepy as hell. Well, as I listened, I thought, 'Horror movies..killers..death?' I nearly jumped out of my skin as I sat up, still listening as the sound when It suddenly stopped at the entrance of my door. I slept with a knife which I was now gripping tightly in my hands, (Not remembering when I grabbed it), then…"Hahahaha!" A head peeked just out of the door frame, a clown head, and everyone knew how I was afraid of clowns. I was too scared to scream, I just sat there, quivering in fear as I watched the clown. "I'm Happy the clown!" My room lit up in a rainbow color, everything happy happened, cake appeared on my lap, confetti sprung out of nowhere, and the room seemed all good… Except for one thing. Happy had no eyes, just black pits that were lined and caked with blood, then his head fell off, the floor now covered with blood as the clown's fallen head began to speak, "You scared, Charlie? Hmmm? You should be, You know why?" I was about to ask why when I looked in my mirror the hung on my wall at the foot of the bed.. There I was in the mirror, I didn't have a jaw, my eyes weren't there, I was holding a heart I'm my hand, which explained the whole in my chest where my heart was located, and the worst thing, I was covered in blood and wearing clown makeup. I screamed as I woke up with a start, gasping for air, then letting out a sigh of relief as I noticed it was just a dream, well, a nightmare.
THANKS FOR READING! More chapters will be up soon, first story, hope you enjoyed it! Please leave a review or some tips on how to make it even scarier! X3