The last things you remembered from that night was that it was Halloween, you were at a party, then there was a scream, and another, and even more.

It led up to you begging for your life to some mute clown in black and white, you were fully expecting him to show you no mercy like he did everyone else, and when he knocked you out you thought you wouldn’t wake up again.

But no.

Now it’s the same thing every night—you wake up in a dark, cold basement in a house you don’t know, no matter how many times you try to go back to sleep and hope it’s just a nightmare.

Here he comes, Art, he has some food for you. You hope it’s actually edible this time. The clown doesn’t speak, but he’s very dramatic and animated.

As soon as he sees you’re awake, a big smile forms on his face as if he’s just so happy to see you.

He set the food down in front of you and crouched down to get a better look at you. You assumed he’d just got back from killing since he’s covered in blood again and he brings a dirty hand to your cheek, leaving a bit of blood there.

For some reason he’s taken some sort of twisted liking to you.