C-L-O-W-N-S

 

By Chelsea Sharp

 

 

       Honestly, I never liked haunted houses, they are super creepy, and I hate being scared. Halloween was coming up and I knew my best friend Jason really wanted to go this year. He’s been bragging all October that this was our year. We would have no setbacks that would prevent us from going. I guess I gotta suck it up.

       “Hey Brandon, you ready for A Clown’s World tonight?” said Jason. Putting his arm over my shoulder.

       No answer. “Did you hear me Brandon?” said Jason.  

       “Yea...yup.” I said.

       “Sooooo?” he continued to ask.

       “Yea I’m going.” I said.

 

       He saw the look on my face but ignored me anyway. I went all day through school, imaging those clowns in my face. That’s not a pretty sight. Sitting in 7th period, wondering when the bell was going to ring. I couldn’t hold my head up. I was super tired from last night. I stayed up to 2 am trying to study for my music test, that I’m pretty sure I failed anyway. My eyes continued to get heavy and then heavier.

I was transported into this world. I was staring at what looked like the ceiling. I realized I was lying in bed. I got up and say my alarm clock read 6:23am. The smell of bacon ran pass my nose.

       “Who’s cooking this early?” I thought.

       I walked downstairs and noticed our family pictures looked weird. All of our faces were missing, just a black blob. Moms, dads, Derricks, and even mine! I rushed down the rest of the steps in a panic. I turned into the kitchen to see my mom cooking bacon but her head was bigger than normal. She turned around and she had a clown face. Before she could ask me anything I ran away back upstairs to my room.

       “Hey little brother!” yelled Derrick, who also had a clown face.

       There was no way out. I felt trapped and confused. Realizing the bathroom door was open, I ran in and locked it.

       “Hey little bro, are you okay” asked Derrick.

       “Yea, yea I’m fine. Just need some space.” I said.

       I just stared at the sink. My chest breathing in and out rapidly. I must be still sleep. I gotta wake up. I looked in the mirror and saw that I was also a clown!

       “Ahhh!” I screamed.

       The class all looked me and started laughing. I swear I never fell asleep in class before and it’s very humiliating. The bell ranged for school to be over and I dashed out the classroom door.

       “Mr. Andrews! Come back here!” yelled the teacher. “You know going to sleep in class is not okay.” He continued.

       I just looked at him and said yea.

       “I’m going to let you off with a warning. But if it happens again, you are going to have consequences.” He said.  I nodded my head and ran out the door. I was glad that it was time go home and I rushed to my bus, dodging Jason. I couldn’t believe I agreed to go to this stupid haunted house. I couldn’t believe I was letting clowns upset me, they aren’t even an evil thing. Are they?

 

       Once I got home I decide to burn time until 6:45 pm rolled around. I laid in bed listening to music to distract my mind. In the middle of changing songs, I heard glass breaking coming from downstairs.

       “Everything okay?” I yelled down the steps. No answer. Hmm okay. I went downstairs into kitchen, assuming the sound came from there. To my surprise it was spotless clean. I guess I thought I heard glass breaking. I turned around to go back upstairs and noticed the basement door was wide opened. That’s weird, normally they are opened when mom is downstairs washing clothes, but the lights were turned off. I walked towards the door to close it. The sound of glass breaking came from downstairs, causing me to jump. I just stared at the blackness, calling my name. I thought it was portal to this immortal world awaiting or my presence. I saw “IT” so I knew better than to go downstairs by myself. I closed the door this time, but halfway more glass was broken downstairs. “Really” I thought. I hate the fact I’m the only one here to investigate this. I turned on the light and it flickered like it was struggling. And before I could take my first step the light just turned off. I guess it was out of juice. Turning on my flashlight on my phone, I became on alert mode while walking down the steps. Finally, I reached the bottom step touching the basement floor. I flashed my phone, scanning the room and of course there was the broken glass. But who did this?

       Something fuzzy was rubbing against my leg and it made me jump backing against the wall. I turned the light towards to my leg and there was Swiffers, our cat. Oh okay, it was Swiffers who broke the glass.my shoulders and face began to relax. I turned around to go back upstairs to get the broom. But something grabbed my leg. I fell on the steps hurting my side. I screamed for help and I couldn’t call for help because my phone fell to the floor. It then revealed that there was a clown grabbing me. I used the other leg to kick it in the face and he cursed at me. I stopped and didn’t know what to make of it.

       “Shit Brandon!” The clown took off its mask, revealing that it was Derrick my older brother.

       “Dude what the hell! You know you can’t do that at haunted houses you idiot!” he continued to yell at me. My phone ranged, and he handed me the phone. It was Jason’s goofy face spread across my phone’s screen. I swiped to the left and before I could say hello, he interrupted me.

       “Ready for A Clowns World?!??”