Twister
by Desiree

Have you ever heard of killer clowns? You only have in movies and television, right? Well, not me, and here is my story. One of my biggest fears is clowns, it always has been. I can’t watch any clown movies without getting scared. On Halloween night, some friends and I were walking around, getting candy and just have a good time. Whenever we would go up to a house to get some candy, this kid, in a clown costume would follow us up to that house. You figure that it is Halloween and the kid just wants candy, right? Well, that’s not it.

This clown was different; it had green hair, black beady eyes and a wicked smile. It really scared me. I tried to ignore my fears and continue with my good time, but I just couldn’t. I had a terrible feeling in my stomach and I didn’t like it at all. I asked my friend, Tawnya, if she had noticed this psycho too and she said yes. As the night drug on and got darker and darker, the clown never left. Now we know something really weird was going on. We didn’t want to go back home because than this psycho would know where we live, but we didn’t want to stay outside, in the dark, all by ourselves. What was there to do? I didn’t know anyone from around here that would do this.

We decided to try and ditch the clown. Walking in circles, jogging, going through yards, everything, it didn’t work. This clown was smart. Whenever I would turn around to look at him, he would give me that evil smile of his. Why what this happening? What did I do to deserve this? I thought of every possibility as to how to get away from this thing, but I knew that none of them would work. Maybe the clown is bored? Maybe it’s lost. I don’t know, I just want it to go away. There was this Halloween party going on at the school, so we decided we would go there and maybe the clown would leave. We got there as fast as we could and run inside. We hadn’t seen the clown for awhile, but then, hiding behind the curtains, I seen him, staring at me, smiling at me. I screamed. Everybody looked at me to see what was going on, I told them there was a killer clown here. They all started laughing and told me nice try. But you think I’m joking? I’m not. I wanted to leave. I had to get out of there.

I told Tawnya I was leaving and she came with me. We had to walk through many dark alleys to get home, so again, we were freaked out. It’s better than being where the clown is though. But, we were wrong, the clown was with us. He came up to us, grabbing us both and putting his hands over our mouths and smiled again. He had the scariest smile I have ever seen. He brought us back to this building where we were held captive. He was a sick clown, showing us all the things he could use to kill us with: a gun, knife, baseball bat, and poison, he had it all. I started praying in my head “Please God, please help me.” Tawnya was in complete shock, she couldn’t even talk yet alone move. I knew I had to think of something or else we wouldn’t survive. What would you do in my place? There isn’t much you can do, the clown has the advantage. I tried talking to him, but he wouldn’t respond back. I asked him his name and on a piece of paper he wrote “Twister.” It fit him well, he had a twisted mind.

Halloween night is always my favorite night. Kids don’t know that I am a psycho, killer clown. They think it’s all a game, but it isn’t. Carefully, I watch my prey as they walk, following closely behind them. These two girls; they seemed like good targets, so I followed them. They began to catch on, always looking back at me. I would just try and scare them even more with my hideous smile. It worked. I knew they were trying to lose me, but it wouldn’t happen, I knew my way around this place. They walked in circles, cutting through yards and going around people, I was still right on their tail though. They went to the school, maybe for a dance or something. I followed them in but hid so no once else would see me. One of the girls spotted me lurking behind the curtains. I smiled and she ran out.

The alleys are dark, so that was a dumb move to make. I hid in the bushes and whenever they would walk by, I was going to jump out and grab them. Finally, they walked by. I jumped out, came up behind them and covered there mouths. They were a big fuss but eventually I got them back to “The Lab.” I held them their like prisoners until I knew what I wanted to do. Trying to choose which utility to use on them, I showed them each and everyone. I could see the scared and tense look in their eyes, I like that look. I’m not psycho, I just have odd hobbies.

I knew I had to do something before they could escape. They watched every move I made. Then, I found what I wanted, a scalpel. I was going to skin them and save the rest of them. First, I grabbed the taller one; I threw her down to the ground and grabbed her arm. Slowly, I skinned my way down her arm, she screamed in pain. Those types of screams always get my adrenaline going. The other girl cried out as her friends was being skinned right before her eyes. I didn’t stop though, I continued my mission. The more I dragged the scalpel over her skin, the more she bled and the hungrier I got. I love this job. After she was totally skinned, I cut her up and threw her pieces in a garbage bag and threw her in the closet. I will test them out later; I have another prisoner to take care of.

I yanked the other girl out of her chair and pulled my scalpel out. She screamed no, but I still wouldn’t stop. I skinned her slowly, letting her scream out in pain, but I didn’t care, I love doing this. I did the same to her that I did to her friend. I cut her up; put her in the garbage bag and into the closet. Both are going to be a tasty dinner.

I could taste the human flesh in my mouth already. I’ve done this quite a few times and have not been caught yet, what’s wrong with people? Hasn’t anyone found a pattern yet? Every Halloween night, two kids are killed, after being stalked by a psycho looking killer clown. I haven’t been doing this that long, probably about 5 years. But nobody has caught me yet. I don’t always skin them though. Sometimes, I take my knife and slowly stick it in their stomach and twist it around. I love the look on their face when they’re in pain; the sound of their voice when screaming out is exhilarating too. After both girls were skinned and cut up, I took them to the cellar part of my lab. I threw them in the freezer with the other ten victims of mine. I always cut the fingers off the victims and put them in little jars. Look on my counter and you will see: fingers, toes, eyes, noses, finger and toe nails. I still haven’t been caught. I’m still out on the loose, following helpless trick-or-treaters and killing them. Every Halloween, if you’re being followed by a creepy looking clown, know that it is me and there is nowhere to run. I’ll be waiting.

Happy Halloween.

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