Ah, what a grand idea; exploring the known dangerous abandoned circus on the outskirts of town with your friends! Now why would you EVER do that. . .? Because you thought it'd be funny to watch them all get scared and then come out fine in the end! Or at least you thought you'd all come out fine in the end. . . .

As you all piled into the car, not once did you think that MAYBE the teens that came back crying about there being a killer clown in the abandoned circus were being truthful. A few engine revs later, you all began to walk through the park, it looked as if it'd once been full of life, colors faded, rides turned off. Not quite only a circus, a carnival ground. The pace was slow, enjoying the sights, laughing with each other like you were in high school again. Making jokes that everyone was going to die, simple as that. It seemed safe, like those teens had all been lying about seeing anything in this God forsaken carnival.

After maybe thirty minutes of just walking around, the group agreed to sit for a while, by some rusty ride that didn't work anymore after years of no use. Laughing and talking amongst each other, YOU decided to step in front of the group, talking, why you chose to stand out was is all yours to decide, but it was a rather. . . . Strange decision. Nobody questioned you, talking and acting all scared like something was ACTUALLY going to come, but everyone knew nothing would, it was all lies! . . .

That was, until, every one of your friends seemed to FREEZE up. Staring at something behind you, before you could really process, they scattered, running. Flight or fight kicked in, you froze in place. They were gone, you weren't. Still standing there, refusing to look at whatever was behind you. The sound of an engine revving proved you to be screwed. Alone, no way out. Oh no. . . .

The feeling of jagged breaths against your neck ran up your spine, causing shudders to go from your head down to your feet. Slowly, hesitantly, the turn of your head revealed what had scared your friends off. A much too tall, manic looking clown stood, towering over you in height. Breathing down your neck, leaned closer to your face when you turned. Grinning like a mad man. . . . . Oh you were SCREWED. The clown let out a bellowing laugh, tilting his head, slow and practiced, like he could see right through your fear. . . .

The clown didn't act to harm you quite yet, nor did he speak. . . . . It's your move. What do you chose? I'd say chose carefully, but would that really matter now? . . . .