Y/n P.o.v

My heart rate began to quicken each step the lanky clown took towards me, it came to the point where he was standing directly over me. He bent his upper body over to look at me, his arms dangling loosely in front of him.

His face was dangerously close to mine.

But I could see his features, he had a strange baby face look to him, but he seemed to look like a grown man all at once, he had two Bunny like teeth and a bright blue hue set in his eyes.

I began to hyperventilate as the Clown reached a gloved hand towards me, I braced myself for the worst.

But for some odd reason it never came, I slowly turned my head to look in the direction the clown had been in.

But he was gone?

I quickly shifted my head to look around, my heart began to race even faster than before. Just the thought of not knowing where this man went!

I suddenly jumped at the sound of people calling out to me.

A small group of people rushed over to my petrified body and held their arms out to help me up. I slowly lifted my arms up and the group of people grabbed hold of me before pulling me up.

"Goodness gracious!" An older lady shouted when she examined my wet dress and the large white puddle of milk on the floor.

The lady rushed to the front desk to get some assistance, a few young girls studied my wet dress before a male spoke up.

"What on earth did you do?" He questioned, and all attention was on me. I paused and looked at them with wide eyes, "You didn't see him?... The clown?" I asked in a hushed whisper.

The area around me grew silent.

The horde of people gave uncertain glances at each other before I forced my legs to move, I slowly began walking towards the door and a few of the strangers followed after me, "Do you need any help?" One asked.

I shook my head slowly.

I pushed the door open and I exited the shop. I looked around with a cold chill running through me, my wet dress sticking to my skin. I cringed when I began smelling of milk that sat out for too long.

I slowly wandered back to my House, I unlocked the door and stepped inside. I stopped at the entry way and looked around.

I was terrified.

Maybe my Dad was right? Maybe I should have waited a bit before coming back here?

No.

My brain is fine.

That clown was real, he just left before anyone could catch him being COMPLETELY TERRIFYING.

I slowly made my way upstairs and walked into my Mom's old room that I was going to keep for myself. I pulled the dress over my head and took off my wet underwear as well, my bra seemed fine so I kept it on.

But the rest was covered in milk.

I frowned and tossed my clothes to the floor, I then scavenged for some new clothes to replace my dress until I cleaned it. I just threw on some grey jeans and a F/c T-shirt, I think i'll stay home for today.

I sighed in relief at the dry touch of my clothes, I bent over and picked up my wet dress and underwear before turning around. I let out a loud gasp when I just barely whacked my forehead against a single red balloon.

The same one Carter gave me?

I narrowed my eyes at the shiny balloon that floated in front of me, I shook me head and pushed it out of my way.

I turned down the hall and walked down the stairs, I entered the Laundry room and threw my clothes inside the washing machine. Sure it might have been a waste of water to clean two things but i'm not gonna let that milk dry up in my clothes.

I pressed a few buttons and pushed the start button, I smiled contently and took a deep breath. Still attempting to calm myself from the memory of the clown at the store.

Maybe I should have stayed around town a little while longer? What if he followed me home? What if he's waiting for me to go to sleep before he comes in and does something to me?!

My mind began to race and my heart rate picked up, a shiver ran down my spine. "No... Bad, Y/n!" I whispered yelled to myself before turning away from the washing machine.

I let out a shriek when I was startled by the red balloon, yet again, positioned right in front of me.

I stared wide eyed at the balloon for a moment, before I took multiple deep breaths and grabbed the string of the balloon. I rushed into the Living Room and sat down on the couch with the red rubber, I flipped it to it's side and began untying it's knot so it would deflate.

After a moment I finally managed to untie the balloon, I was shocked and confused to find that the balloon did not deflate- instead it began to grow bigger and bigger by the second.

I leaned away from it and tossed it away from me, the balloon had grown into a large ball of red still floating in the center of the room.

And with a loud

The balloon burst into bits of red rubber, I let out a scream of pain at the loud noise of a balloon popping only to have my scream switch to a terrified one. Only visible in the falling rubber bits was the clown, I could see his face.

His head was lowered and he gave me his pointed grin, his eyes no longer blue.

But a bright...

Yellow-ish orange.