Clown HouseA Story by lawrence bearTrick or TreatOctober 31, Halloween night, one year ago. And in the mistiness of the doorway of that murky, dark house, a light flickers off and on casting it own sinister outline of the night. The door opens and a trick or treater flings outward. Running, panting and out of breath, and then trips a short ways from the door. She looks back, terrified. Her make up is smeared from her tears. A shadowy figure looms in the doorway. “Please…” She struggles a whisper and tries to get up, crawling down the walkway. She looks back again and the figure watches her as she squirms. The door light flickers dimly, the figure moves partially into the light, the lower part of the face shows. A face that is dressed that, of a clown. “Boo!” he said with a grin that creped to his face. She gasps in
horror as she sees a knife glimmering in the moonlight as the figure now holds
in the air. And then leaps forward, slashing and cutting while her desperate cries go
unheard, as children’s laughter and calls, "Halloween Apples." Fill the
night. The knife goes up and down, up and down. With every thrust, more and more blood covers the glimmering blade. Her body lay in a pool of blood, partially in the shadows. She is still alive, her head turns little by little towards the gate and tries to call one more time, and she sees children passing by. Tears blur her vision as she is slowly dragged back into the house. The door closes… © 2010 lawrence bearAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorlawrence bearFisher River, Northern Manitoba, CanadaAboutThank you for visiting my place of work, I hope you enjoy what you read. I do try my best to entertain. My imagination runs wild at times, but I love the freedom. more..Writing
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