EVERYBODY LOVES A CLOWN
DISCLAIMER
The long-awaited next installment. Supernatural belongs to the CW and Life With Derek belongs to Canadian Television. This is the only installment that will somewhat resemble an actual episode, but I'll try to make it as different as possible. I got my description of the monster from an old episode of "Tales From The Darkside". I'm also taking some liberties as to how it dies.
CHAPTER ONE: LATE NIGHT KILL
Edwin Venturi was sleeping peacefully when something banged in his closet. With a soft gasp, the boy jerked awake. What was that? he wondered. The banging came again, followed by a soft hiss. Edwin's eyes widened. There something in there. He had to---he had to get help. He had to get someone to kill it. Fortunately, he knew just who to go to. Meanwhile, Casey MacDonald was in the middle of a good dream involving her and her old boyfriend, Ricky.
"Casey?" the girl moaned and cracked open an eyelid.
"What's the matter, Edwin?" she questioned, somewhat sleepily. Man, what can he want at this time of night? she wondered.
"There's something in my closet. There's a lot of banging and there was a small hiss," the boy told her. As soon as she heard this, Casey was wide awake.
"Okay. Stay here. I'll take care of it," she promised. Then, she reached for the knife under her pillow and left the bed, being careful not to disturb the circle of salt. Edwin watched as she passed him. Oh, good. It'll be over soon, he thought in relief. Casey went into Edwin's room, closing the door behind her. Sure enough, there was a mixture of banging and hissing coming from her stepbrother's closet. She tightened her grip on the knife and approached the door. The banging became more insistent.
"Come on out, you freak," she dared it. All at once, the noise stopped. Cautiously, Casey reached for the knob. When she opened the door, she mildly surprised to see a short, grayish creature, sitting among a pile of Edwin's things.
"Oh, you gotta be kidding me. A gremlin?" Casey queried. She hated these things. They were a whole different level of nasty. The creature hissed and lunged at her. Casey quickly put her arm up so that the thing couldn't grab her neck. It jabbered and then slashed at her arm with its nails. She bit back a scream. The last thing she needed was to wake everybody up. She flung the gremlin onto the floor and pinned it. Then, she slammed her knife into its heart. Casey quickly snapped the gremlin's neck so that its screams wouldn't wake the house. Then, she looked down to see its blood all over her and groaned in disgust.
"Oh, gross," she said as it disintegrated. Well, that's one less thing to worry about, she thought in relief. She shuddered and went back to her room.
"Is it dead?" Edwin queried.
"Yeah, it's dead," Casey assured him.
"Thanks, Casey," Edwin stated and headed back to his room.
"You're not curious as to what it was?" Casey wondered. He must be more shaken up than I thought, she surmised in concern.
"I will be when I wake up again, but right now, I just want to go back to bed," Edwin replied. She nodded. That made sense.
"All right. I need a bath anyways," Casey stated. With that, she headed for the bathroom. A few seconds later, water was heard.