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Y/n P.o.v

I stared at the Clown that now stood, full body, in front of me. He tilted his head with a wide grin.

"Hi," he mused in a hushed tone as he raised a gloved hand and waved at me slowly.

I couldn't move.

My eyes sat wide and my body curled into a condensed ball of tension, the clown raised an eyebrow- or where the shape of one was at least.

He frowned and spoke, "you're already so-" he raised his snout into the air and smelled it, as if he couldn't already sense my fear.

Though I don't actually know anything so shh-

The clown lowered his head and pulled a crooked smile onto his white face.

"Scared..." He finished with an excited giggle as he did a small dance, causing the bells that lay around his outfit to jingle in unison.

I leaned slowly to the side and began to scoot across the couch, inching closer to the front door that was just around the corner.

The clown took note of this and watched me intently, he narrowed his eyes. "Now, Y/n... That's not very nice," he stated as his voice began to deepen into a raspy tone.

I quickened my way to the end of the couch before standing up slowly.

The clown took a step forward.

"You aren't very nice, Sweets," he giggled for a moment, before his arms protruded in front of him and his mouth sat agape, his single row of teeth- top and bottom, now multiple rows of razor sharp thorns; he ran violently towards me.

I let out a loud scream and ran for the door, the clown almost right behind me.

I slammed my body into the door and frantically attempted to unlock it, I threw the door open just before the clowns now sharp black claws that had ripped through his white gloves could reach me. I burst out of my house and grabbed the door knob, I began to swiftly shut the door. But it was pulled to a halt when the clown threw his lanky arm through the small gap in the door, his arm the only thing keeping the door open.

The clown reached forward and slashed his claw across my arm before pulling it into his grasp. I let out a cry of pain before pulling with all my might.

I could hear the clown laughing maniacally behind the door, I closed my eyes and pulled harder; I cringed at the smallest sound of bones snapping.

I opened my eyes to see my arm being pulled closer to the door, I then narrowed my eyes on the clown's arm that sat between the door and doorway, the clown's arm being squished. And that's when I realized that's where the cracking was coming from.

I began to cry as I watched the clown's arm become more and more squished between the door. But I only heard laughter emanating from the clown on the other side of the door.

"Let go!" I screamed for him, but the clown did not obey. Instead he pulled harder on my arm.

And that's when I clenched my eyes shut and finally snapped the door shut, that loudest sound of cracking I had ever heard echoed in my head as I opened my eyes to see the arm of the clown still gripping my arm, but it was unmoving.

I followed the hand down to the elbow, and that's where it ended; blood began to seep out of it, but instead of falling to the ground it began to float upwards.

I began to wave my arm around frantically to throw the arm off of me, I cried in disgust before the door began to bang loudly. It ended up banging so loudly that the door looked as if it was about to give way, in reaction, I fell to my butt and rolled down the Porch stairs and onto my head. I could hear the loud roars of complete anger...

And possibly pain that came from the Clown inside of my house.

I became dazed when I landed.

I lifted my head slowly and looked around, I could feel the arm still holding tightly to my bleeding arm that he had cut. I slowly climbed to my feet before running forward and into the street, I looked around frantically as water droplets began falling from the sky.

And soon enough it was pouring rapidly.

I let out loud pants for air as I turned in every direction, looking for somewhere to go. But where could I go?

None of the Neighbors knew me except for Carter, and I had no clue where he lived.

What was I supposed to say?

"Help! A crazy clown that seems to be inhuman is coming after me and I broke his arm off with my door! Help!"

The only thing they would believe is the arm that held onto my flesh.

Little did I know other people could not see it.

I gave up trying to think, and I began running as fast I could down the road.

Trying to get as far away from my house as I could.

And then the thought occurred to me.

That Taxi driver yesterday... He said some kids say a clown is what gets them.

What if- that clown... killed my Mom and Brother?!

I stopped dead in my tracks before looking around once more, I then looked down at the clawed arm that held tightly to my own.

I hesitantly brought my arm that wasn't being gripped towards the disembodied limb, I shakily wrapped my fingers around it's wrist before pulling at it; trying my best to pull the limb from my arm.

Each pull I took, the tighter the hand seemed to get. I took a breathless gasp of air before letting go and and stomping my foot onto the wet pavement, my stomp mixing sweetly with the loud thuds of rain falling to the ground.

I hadn't even noticed that I was soaking wet.

I took a few more breaths and stared at the arm for a long moment, it only felt like a second before the arm came to life and began to frantically crawl up my arm, onto my neck and in front of my face.

It's claws dug into my temples as I began waving my head around, letting out a scream of terror.

I began to stumbled backwards before falling onto my back, I tried my best to pull the arm away from me.

But it was no use.

Everything seemed to slow when the arm crawled off of me, I turned my head in hesitance to see where it was going.

And then I saw it.

The Clown standing just in front of my head that lay against the wet road.

I watched in horror as the disembodied arm climbed from the clowns ankle, up his calf, thigh, hip, waist, chest...

It all happened so quickly.

Shoulder, and-

In a terrifying show the arm drilled itself back into place upon the Clowns body. He smiled in satisfaction before turning his attention to me, his almost glowing orange eyes staring into my soul.

He looked furious.

And then he began to laugh.

Usually in the movies my character would begin to nervously laugh, but in this case I began to cry.

I listened helplessly to the clown's laughter before it silenced.

And then his hand wrapped around my neck and lifted me off of the soaked pavement, my clothes dripping water.

I held my eyes shut as I felt the warm breath of the clown against my face.

"Ah~ " the clown sighed happily.

I hesitantly poked one of my eyes open.

I opened my eye to see the clown's face just inches from my own.

My body tensed at the feeling of the clown's large hand gripping my neck, but he wasn't choking me; just holding me firmly.

"I cannot get enough of your fear, Sweets," he purred before flipping my body around and throwing me to the ground. My head slamming against the pavement with a loud slam.

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In an out.

Everything was in and out.

Black then everything was there.

But fuzzy.

Then it was black again.

My eyes slowly opened to realize I was being dragged across the hard road, my skin becoming cut and scraped.

My arm still bleeding, and a new bloody wound on my forehead.

The collar of my shirt being pulled against my throat.

Black.

The sewers.

Black.