~~THE CLOWN~~
The Early Years Of Dana Scully
By Skulz
Chapter 1: The Dream
"Dana," the voice croaked, "Dana, come out." It coaxed with its raspy, crackly voice. I hid under my bed tightly holding my flashlight and teddy bear. I began to shiver. I was almost crying, but I was too afraid to. I was too afraid to scream for my mother. My teeth just chattered as I lay there, almost motionless, trying not to be seen. "I'm going to find you, Dana. I know you're here somewhere." I thought of giving in, but I couldn't kill myself. I realized that there was nothing I could do except lie there until it left. I just couldn't stop myself and I began to cry quietly.
The skirt of my bed was lifted and the thing knew where I was. Then, my brother Bill grabbed my flashlight and shone it in his face, "Boo!" he exclaimed. I screamed and ran to my parents' room all the while crying. Bill watched me run down the hall. He was giggling. I knew he was. He took pride in scaring me and I hated him for that.
I ran into my parents' room and flicked on the lights. My mom slowly sat up in bed and rubbed her eyes. "Dana." she began, "It's 2:00 am, go back to bed." My dad was still asleep and snoring. He had always been a heavy sleeper.
"Bill was in my room and scaring me again!" I tattled. Bill heard from down the hall what I had just said, I heard him run back into his room and get back into bed.
"Dana, I think Bill's got a higher maturity level than you think. Are you sure it was him?" my mom asked. The answer was so obvious. I hated it when my parents took his side just because he was the oldest. They thought he was the smartest just because he was state champion in the spelling bee and he went to big sports meets and he was on the honor roll. It wasn't fair.
"Forget it," I replied and crossed my arms. Then, I walked back to my room and began to read a book. Several minutes later, Bill came back into my room. "Go away!" I exclaimed, "You proved you're point, now go!"
"No." Bill began, "I came to say. I'm sorry." I looked at him with anger and rolled my eyes. I threw the book at his head and it missed. It ended up hitting the wall. I looked at him and laughed, he laughed too. "We're not even yet, Bill," I said and watched him leave. I smiled to myself, yawned, and turned off my bedside lamp. Then I drifted into a dreamy sleep.
A few minutes later I heard thunder outside the window. I awoke, startled. It's just thunder, it can't hurt you, Dana. I looked out my window and saw that it was raining. I watched for a few moments, nothing out of the ordinary. Then a branch broke and I saw a bolt of lightning. I gasped and stepped back from the window. It's only a tree branch and the weather, only sounds, Dana, relax. I told myself, but I wasn't so sure.
What I saw next was so awful, so awful that I can barely even describe it. The face, the horrible face in the sky. It was a laughing clown with evil fiery eyes and a twisted grin. A face only a mother could love and even that was far fetched. My eyes went big and my mouth opened to scream, but I couldn't, I was too afraid.
Suddenly I was back in bed. I didn't know if it was a dream, a hallucination or was it real? My teeth chattered and I pulled the blanket over my head. If it was just a dream, then I had an amazing imagination.
The next day I awoke to my alarm clock buzzing. I really didn't know why it was buzzing, because it was Saturday. I hopped out of bed and went to the bathroom to take a shower. Unfortunately, Bill had gotten there first. He pushed me out of his way and I fell on the hard wood floor. I hit my head on the corner of a cabinet and fell unconscious. So I lay there bleeding for a little while until my younger sister, Melissa found me lying there. She screamed and my parents came running.
A few weeks later I found myself in a hospital bed with my mother sitting beside me. She looked so happy when she saw that I had woken up. She called in my dad, Bill and Melissa. They were all so happy. I smiled. "I love you guys," I said. Then everything went white. Then I saw the evil clown.
This time it spoke to me; "I WILL GET YOU DANA. YOU CAN'T ESCAPE ME," it said, in a surrounding voice that echoed in the room. Then I came back to reality, holding my pounding head.
"Dana, are you alright?" my father asked me. I nodded and told them that I needed to rest. My family left me there to sleep and I just sat there, trying to analyze what I had just seen. I took a piece of paper and a pen from the nightstand beside me and I drew the hideous face. It didn't look half as scary as the clown I had just seen, but it kept my thoughts on what it was and why it was haunting me. Or was I crazy.
I fell asleep and dreamt of the clown. It didn't seem as evil this time; in fact it seemed to drift away. That whole year after my accident I dreamt of the clown. But, as I got older, I stopped having the clown dream and my world was once again at peace.
By Skulz
Chapter 1: The Dream
"Dana," the voice croaked, "Dana, come out." It coaxed with its raspy, crackly voice. I hid under my bed tightly holding my flashlight and teddy bear. I began to shiver. I was almost crying, but I was too afraid to. I was too afraid to scream for my mother. My teeth just chattered as I lay there, almost motionless, trying not to be seen. "I'm going to find you, Dana. I know you're here somewhere." I thought of giving in, but I couldn't kill myself. I realized that there was nothing I could do except lie there until it left. I just couldn't stop myself and I began to cry quietly.
The skirt of my bed was lifted and the thing knew where I was. Then, my brother Bill grabbed my flashlight and shone it in his face, "Boo!" he exclaimed. I screamed and ran to my parents' room all the while crying. Bill watched me run down the hall. He was giggling. I knew he was. He took pride in scaring me and I hated him for that.
I ran into my parents' room and flicked on the lights. My mom slowly sat up in bed and rubbed her eyes. "Dana." she began, "It's 2:00 am, go back to bed." My dad was still asleep and snoring. He had always been a heavy sleeper.
"Bill was in my room and scaring me again!" I tattled. Bill heard from down the hall what I had just said, I heard him run back into his room and get back into bed.
"Dana, I think Bill's got a higher maturity level than you think. Are you sure it was him?" my mom asked. The answer was so obvious. I hated it when my parents took his side just because he was the oldest. They thought he was the smartest just because he was state champion in the spelling bee and he went to big sports meets and he was on the honor roll. It wasn't fair.
"Forget it," I replied and crossed my arms. Then, I walked back to my room and began to read a book. Several minutes later, Bill came back into my room. "Go away!" I exclaimed, "You proved you're point, now go!"
"No." Bill began, "I came to say. I'm sorry." I looked at him with anger and rolled my eyes. I threw the book at his head and it missed. It ended up hitting the wall. I looked at him and laughed, he laughed too. "We're not even yet, Bill," I said and watched him leave. I smiled to myself, yawned, and turned off my bedside lamp. Then I drifted into a dreamy sleep.
A few minutes later I heard thunder outside the window. I awoke, startled. It's just thunder, it can't hurt you, Dana. I looked out my window and saw that it was raining. I watched for a few moments, nothing out of the ordinary. Then a branch broke and I saw a bolt of lightning. I gasped and stepped back from the window. It's only a tree branch and the weather, only sounds, Dana, relax. I told myself, but I wasn't so sure.
What I saw next was so awful, so awful that I can barely even describe it. The face, the horrible face in the sky. It was a laughing clown with evil fiery eyes and a twisted grin. A face only a mother could love and even that was far fetched. My eyes went big and my mouth opened to scream, but I couldn't, I was too afraid.
Suddenly I was back in bed. I didn't know if it was a dream, a hallucination or was it real? My teeth chattered and I pulled the blanket over my head. If it was just a dream, then I had an amazing imagination.
The next day I awoke to my alarm clock buzzing. I really didn't know why it was buzzing, because it was Saturday. I hopped out of bed and went to the bathroom to take a shower. Unfortunately, Bill had gotten there first. He pushed me out of his way and I fell on the hard wood floor. I hit my head on the corner of a cabinet and fell unconscious. So I lay there bleeding for a little while until my younger sister, Melissa found me lying there. She screamed and my parents came running.
A few weeks later I found myself in a hospital bed with my mother sitting beside me. She looked so happy when she saw that I had woken up. She called in my dad, Bill and Melissa. They were all so happy. I smiled. "I love you guys," I said. Then everything went white. Then I saw the evil clown.
This time it spoke to me; "I WILL GET YOU DANA. YOU CAN'T ESCAPE ME," it said, in a surrounding voice that echoed in the room. Then I came back to reality, holding my pounding head.
"Dana, are you alright?" my father asked me. I nodded and told them that I needed to rest. My family left me there to sleep and I just sat there, trying to analyze what I had just seen. I took a piece of paper and a pen from the nightstand beside me and I drew the hideous face. It didn't look half as scary as the clown I had just seen, but it kept my thoughts on what it was and why it was haunting me. Or was I crazy.
I fell asleep and dreamt of the clown. It didn't seem as evil this time; in fact it seemed to drift away. That whole year after my accident I dreamt of the clown. But, as I got older, I stopped having the clown dream and my world was once again at peace.