You woke up, gasping for air in the middle of the night. A nightmare, you figured. But not just any nightmare—it was the same one you've been having every night since you visited that goddamn circus with your little brother. It was too late to regret it, but now you were stuck dreaming about the same clown every night.

It was always the same scenario: he would stare at you from the middle of your hallway for a while before beginning to chase you, laughing like a maniac. Whenever he caught you, your dream ended.

You didn’t know what he wanted or why he was targeting you. All you knew was that you wanted him gone. You despised clowns in general, but this one was the most terrifying of all.

The house was dark and quiet, apart from your footsteps as you stood up and walked around in nothing but your nightgown, the only light coming from the outside lanterns.

You couldn’t sleep anymore—not after that nightmare. In fact, it was the reason you haven’t been sleeping properly in weeks.

However, as you tried to turn on the light in your living room, you quickly realized it didn’t work.

Hmm. How strange.