The Jester

This is a story based on a real experience I had.

It was dark, about 10 PM. My mom needed milk for my baby sister, so I, the devoted and loving older sister, volunteered to walk down to the Safeway down the street, at night, by myself, in a not-so-safe neighborhood. What was I thinking? Obviously, I wasn’t thinking but oh, well, too late to turn back... Cars zoomed by every once in awhile but for the most part it was dead quiet. I walked down the street, past the elementary school, then I stopped. To get to Safeway, I now had to cross Upham Street. I looked and made sure no cars were turning then looked down the long, deserted road. I counted the streetlights. As far as my eyes could see there were two on both sides, alternating. I could only see a little way down the street before a sheet of darkness draped the end of the road. Seeing no headlights either way, I proceeded to cross the street. As I got to the middle of the street, a chill ran down my spine. The hairs on my neck and arms stood on end and I found myself unable to move. I froze in the middle of the street and gasped. At the far end of the street where the darkness overcame the light, was a man, terribly hunched over and crooked. I looked back up and down 38th Avenue. It wasn’t the same. The quiet became hollow, almost like having your head in a bucket. Overwhelming. There were no cars. anywhere. All the “occasional” cars were gone. I was alone facing this man. I turned to look down Upham again and jumped in terror. He was standing 12ft. away from me. Now, I could see him. His hands flopped between his knees as he hunched over. A bloody black and yellow jester hat was on his head and he was wearing a matching bloody jester costume. He stared at me with his empty, white eyes I tried to run but my feet lay in invisible concrete. I tried to scream but my vocal cords became numb. Tears streamed down my face. I started shaking. The jester cocked his head to the side with a sickening crunch. His gray, wrinkled, dead mouth formed a smile. He shook his head, causing the bells on his hat to give off an eerie ringing. At that moment, I realized that the street lights were glitching on and off with only the red lights and a mysterious fog filled the streets. I turned my head to scan for some sign of life, a car, a person, anything that could save me from this thing! Nothing. I hung my head and turned back to the jester. This time, he was right in front of me. I could smell rotting flesh in his breath. He began shaking his head faster and laughing. The loud, echoing ringing of the bells struck my ears with pain. I was completely paralyzed. Then he stopped and in a rough, dry, demonic tone he whispered, “Are you enjoying yourself?” Suddenly, he began laughing maniacally again.  He grabbed my shoulders with his long, cold, boney fingers and jumped right through me! I felt a freezing gust of air blow through my soul. The smell of rot and decay disappeared. The street lights flashed back to normal and the fog dispersed as though it was being sucked back up with a vacuum. My legs were released and I immediately turned to run home, but before I had the chance to move my feet, a cool, calm sensation overcame me. I stretched my mouth into a huge smile and in a hoarse voice I croaked, “Yes, I am enjoying myself.” I then turned to walk home. The far off sound of echoing bells behind me.

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[cookies213]

this is amazing, Gave me an eerie sensation.