I haven't slept at all tonight so far. I was too paranoid I would see the clown, it was already bad enough I hated being alone in the dark. Luckily, Michael wanted to sleep in my room tonight after what I told him. He slept at one end of the bed and I slept at the other, I didn't want him on the floor.
My tired brown eyes travel up to my clock, the time reading 11:47 pm. I sighed and turned onto my side, the only noise in the room is the soft and bearable snores of my brother. He was pretty adorable when he wasn't being so noisy all the time.
*SSSSCCCRAAAATTCCHHH*
My eyes went wide and I quickly sit up straight in my bed. A cringe goes down my spine as I hear a sharp scraping noise against my window. "Michael!" I whisper-yell, shaking his leg. "Michael, wake up, you doorknob!" I hiss, giving him a small punch on the leg. This woke him up, finally.
"What!?" He grunts in annoyance as he rubs his tired eyes. "I was having a nice dream" he mutters. "Do you hear that?" I whisper again, eyes staying on the curtain covered window. Michael's eyes travel over to the window, "I don't hear anything, just go back to be-" his sentence was cut short as he heard another one of the horrific scraping noises. "What the fuck!?" He exclaims.
We both jump off the bed and run to the door, I grab the handle and try pulling it open. "It's stuck!" I gasp, trying harder to pry it open, Michael trying to help as well.
A shriek leaves my mouth I hear the sharp noise of glass shattering. We both spin around to see a dark figure eerily stepping into the room through the broken window. The wind suddenly became strong, blowing around the curtains and making our hair dance around wildly.
I look down at Michael, he's in complete shock. I step in front of him, grabbing my baseball bat and holding it forward threateningly. I feel Michael cling to the back of my long nightshirt.
"Hey kiddies!" It was the clown! The lights flicker as take long strides toward us. His gloves were ripped up, no longer looking like normal hands. They were dark, scaly and stretched into long claws. I feel myself quiver.
He grins and smells the air, "ah, there it it, that wonderful smell." I scowl as a long strand of drool drips from his mouth. "What the hell are you doing here!?" I yell, clenching my teeth and tightening my grip on the bat.
"Just feeling a bit on the... hungry side," he chuckles, still walking toward us tauntingly. "What the fuck!?" Michael screams from behind me. Pennywise giggles at this, "tsk tsk, that's some foul language on you, young man," he wags his finger at us.
"I'll just have to fix that," He states before fucking jumping at us!
I scream at the top of my lungs and I swing the bat as hard as I can, my eyes snap open as I feel it stop mid-air. The clown managed to grab it. He rips it out of my hands with ease and throws it behind him.
"Michael run!" I yell, grabbing him and keeping him behind me as I push him forward, away from the clown. We barely manage to dodge as he takes a swipe at us. He starts laughing insanely. Michael jumps onto the bed and climbs over it while I grab one of my softball bats. I turn around and swing it, hitting the clown across the face. "Michael! get out the window and get the neighbours!" I yell, continuing to hit the clown.
He nods and runs for the window. I feel my stomach drop as Pennywise chases after him, ignoring me. "No!" I call, seeing him grab Michael and pulling him back. "Leave him alone, you bastard!" I shout, bumping into the clown with my shoulder and swinging the softball bat at him again.
Michael escapes his grasp. I hear him growl deeply, grabbing me with a bone-breaking grip. I cry out as he throws me across the room.
"You annoying little-!" He stops as Michael throws a soccer ball at the back of his head. "Get away from my sister!" He screams. "Michael don't!" I try getting back up, ignoring the various parts of my body that ached. Pennywise corners Michael and grabs him by the neck, lifting him up against the wall.
"Heheheheheuahuahah! I'll eat you first, then your big sister!" He grins, spitting all over my brother. My eyes widen and I rush at the clown, "ah ah ahhh! Not so fast, little lady!" He laughs, swiping at me and scratching me across the face. I fall back, my head hitting the leg of the bed. I hiss, feeling the deep claw marks across my cheek.
"Please don't hurt him!" I cry out, tears not running down my face. The clown looks down at me with boredom, "do you really think you'll persuade me to not eat your little brother?" He asks, raising a brow at me. "I could always eat you first though, if you want. I don't mind and I don't judge, food is food."
What the hell did he mean by eat!? Why was he calling us food!?
He drops my brother and stalks toward me, a hideous smile forming on his face. He bends down and grabs my face in a similar way he did when I was walking home. He leans forward toward the crook of my neck. More tears run down my face as he smells me. "Feeaarrr" he moans, drool dripping onto me as he pulls himself back.
My eyes start widening in pure terror as his teeth begin growing long and sharp, his mouth stretching open and his eyes rolling back in a similar way a sharks would. I start screaming and kicking at him, my brother coughing weakly in the corner, tears rolling down his face as he tried standing.
"Michael, Melanie!?"
The clown stops, his face slowly morphing back to normal. It was our dad. The clown takes his eyes away from the door and glares down at me. "I'll be back for you two!" He growls before disappearing into thin air.
"Dad! Dad!" We both start screaming, running to the door which was suddenly unlocked. We bump into him as we run down the hall. "You need to call the police! There was a clown in our room! He tried to eat us!" Michael screams, both of us clinging to our very confused father.
He rushes forward, entering our room. "He smashed the window and everything!" I cry, wiping away at the waterfall of tears coming from my eyes. Our dad walks back out, an annoyed and tired look on his face. "What are you two on about? The room is completely fine." I tilt my head. "W-What?" I murmur in disbelief. He steps aside, letting Michael and I walk in ourselves.
He was completely right.
The room was fine, nothing thrown around, the window wasn't broken, and there was no glass anywhere. Michael and I look at each other. "T-This is impossible..." Michael sniffles.
"B-But what about the scratch on my face?!" I piped, turning my head to let my dad look. "What scratch? There's nothing there." Michael looks at me "what!? Dad why can't you see it!?" I look into my mirror. It was defiantly still there. Why couldn't he see anything?
"Are two cheeky monkeys just trying to scare me?" Our dad beams, ruffling both our hair. "Just go to bed, you two. I'm quite tired tonight." Our dad walks back down the hall to his room. "I'm not sleeping in there tonight, nope, no way!" Michael says, shaking his head. "Same, no way in hell," I agree. "Let's go to the lounge room, we'll just stay in there all night." With that, I quickly sprint into the room, grab the pillows and blankets and run back out.
It was going to be a very long night