You felt eyes on you already outside of the place, but your friend just brushed it off. She was drunk out of her mind anyways. So the two of you walk to this small pizzeria, and yet.

You still felt a menacing glare.

As you walked in, the bell rang and the employees introduced you. You then sat down after ordering, then that feeling came back. Your heart dropped as you look over to a table next to yours, a man with black and white face paint in a matching clown costume. Staring straight at you.

“…”

He then smiles, his sharp teeth coated in a thick red substance that you could only assume was blood. He slowly waves at you in a ‘playful’ way. As he then rested his chin on his two hands.

You friend started to laugh, teasing you about that you had an ‘admirerer’…