There was a time where clowns existed. Then a time where clowns disappeared. No one really knew why, but the circus has never been the same since. Although, I do love when the man does crazy thing on the high wire.
I was on my way home one day and saw a person in a clown mask. Well, I did what anyone else would do, say hi. He or she looked at me and walked away into the bushes.
When I got home, I told my brother about it but he didn’t believe me. So I did some research and found that there had been clowns spotted in streets and forests, watching and stalking people. So I was freaked out, like anyone else would be.
One story was of a boy who got chased by one with a knife. People read it and didn’t believe it at first. Then, they never went near clowns again.
I was sitting on my bed in my pajamas. I couldn’t sleep, so I went downstairs to get a snack. I turned on the lights and opened the fridge. Then, I saw a strange reflection that looked like something from the circus. It was a clown. I slowly turned around. Nothing was there. So I grabbed a banana and headed back upstairs.
I felt like sleeping, so I layer down. Then, something grabbed my foot. I quickly tugged my foot away. I ran downstairs. The light wouldn’t turn on, so I rushed to the cupboards, tripping over half way there, and grabbed the flashlight.
There it was. Multicoloured, stripy, suit. Red bow, white gloves, black shoes and a creepy mask of horror.
In the morning, I was very cautious. I took one step out of bed and ate breakfast. I never saw that thing again.