9-28-11 Amanda Vasas Horror story It was around 6:40 in the ...
9-28-11 Amanda Vasas Horror story It was around 6:40 in the ... 9-28-11 Amanda Vasas Horror story It was around 6:40 in the ...
He got up off the couch and walked over to the door. He felt as though someone was watchinghis every move as he shut the door.~*~Steven threw on a Black Sabbath shirt and grabbed his backpack for school. He walked into hiskitchen where his mother sat at the table reading the morning paper.“Ready for the circus tomorrow, Steve?” his mother asked with glee.“When am I not?” Steven said, thinking of the dream he'd had yesterday afternoon.“Good, now get going to school. Don't wanna be late for homeroom.”With that Steven hugged his mother goodbye and walked into his living room. He walkedstraight towards the door and wrapped his fingers around the door knob.For a moment he reminded himself of the dream he used to have as a child: The clown’s handgripping the silver knob. He quickly opened the door and from the corner of his eye saw a figuresitting on the couch, watching him with curiosity. He glanced behind his shoulder to just make out theshape of a human being, but it didn't look like one at all, a scary image that he could look at for a fewseconds before disappearing outside his front door.~*~Steven again walked home, hoping the door wouldn't stick again. He wondered what that thingwas he saw walking into the house yesterday. And what was sitting on the couch this morning. He gotto the door again and followed the same procedure with the keys he did every day.The door wasn't as stubborn as yesterday, but when Steven walked in the house he was shockedat the sight of a dead rat on the floor, its fur matted down with dark blood. It was completely flat, mostof everything gone out of the corpse. The sight of it wasn't frightening to him but he wondered whathad killed it so morbidly. He got a bag from under the kitchen sink and put the remains in it. He thenwalked outside to throw the corpse in the depths of his trashcan. Tomorrow he had to wake up early toget to the circus so he did most of his homework for the weekend and got into bed.~*~Steven awoke at 6:50. He was so happy it was Saturday and that he would be going to one ofhis favorite places. Despite what had happened the past few days, he just ignored it. I'm not a kid, whocares. It's just my imagination again, nothing to worry about. He kept thinking that, like a paranoidbat, over and over again, the whole morning and on the way to Vermont. Just dreams.....Steven's family arrived in Burlington, Vermont around 11:00, roughly 3½ hours after they hadleft. They arrived just when it was beginning.“Ladies and gentlemen, adults and juveniles, folk of all ages are welcome to this most excitingevent!” Steven heard the announcer yell as he approached the large circus tent. He was so excited.Steven then thought of the dream he'd had, that awful, horrible dream that had kept him awakeas a child.Clowns aren't scary, I'm not scared.......But, now he was. After everything, he was finally scared. He finally cringed at the dreams andexperiences he'd had over the last few days.His parents walked in, Steven slowing behind them, thinking. He knew that the first act was theclown act.Just STOP! Steven sat down quickly, feeling a little nauseous. The clowns came parading out,dressed in long orange baggy pants and floppy, fat shoes. All the children laughed except for one.
Steven sat there, his eyes wide at what he saw.The third clown that was out there had big white gloves on. But it was what was under t hethick white material that made Steven gasp in astonishment. One of the gloves, the left one to be exact,was coming off. The glove was coming off and when Steven saw part of that bony hand, he thought hewas going to puke.Under that whole clown costume was the clown from the closet, Steven thought.The hands of this clown standing in the middle of that big tent had pale wrinkled hands, not theones of a crippled elderly man, no. These had those disgusting yellow talons, the hands of a murderousclown wanting to get his hands on a tasty little boy.And the last thing Steven heard before he passed out was, “Steven, I know you know you seeme.”He fainted.~*~Steven awoke sometime later on his couch. Both his parents were sleeping. It was 10:37.He glanced in the direction of the clock and noticed it was September 23 rd . Tomorrow, Steven’sfamily would be going to the Barnum & Bailey circus.It was all a dream.Steven got up and walked upstairs. He walked down the hallway towards his room, knowingthere wouldn't be anybody or anything there to bother him. He opened the door to his room and waspleased to see no dead rats. He happily climbed into his bed.Steven drifted off slowly.What was that? The sound of a door opening, probably just mom or dad, he thought. But itsounded much closer, as if it were in his room. Steven cowered under his blankets. He was no longer14; he was seven again, scared of his closet, scared of what was behind that big gray door. And rightbefore anybody ever saw the last of Steven, he heard a voice, so grim and unnatural, so horrifying.“I know you see me Steven.”No one knew how Steven died, there was no explaining to how all his blood was sucked out ofhim and how he was flattened head to toe by a nothingness in the night. I thought he was quite goodtasting, though. I would know; I was there that night, waiting in Steven’s closet.
He got up off <strong>the</strong> couch and walked over to <strong>the</strong> door. He felt as though someone <strong>was</strong> watch<strong>in</strong>ghis every move as he shut <strong>the</strong> door.~*~Steven threw on a Black Sabbath shirt and grabbed his backpack for school. He walked <strong>in</strong>to hiskitchen where his mo<strong>the</strong>r sat at <strong>the</strong> table read<strong>in</strong>g <strong>the</strong> morn<strong>in</strong>g paper.“Ready for <strong>the</strong> circus tomorrow, Steve?” his mo<strong>the</strong>r asked with glee.“When am I not?” Steven said, th<strong>in</strong>k<strong>in</strong>g of <strong>the</strong> dream he'd had yesterday afternoon.“Good, now get go<strong>in</strong>g to school. Don't wanna be late for homeroom.”With that Steven hugged his mo<strong>the</strong>r goodbye and walked <strong>in</strong>to his liv<strong>in</strong>g room. He walkedstraight towards <strong>the</strong> door and wrapped his f<strong>in</strong>gers <strong>around</strong> <strong>the</strong> door knob.For a moment he rem<strong>in</strong>ded himself of <strong>the</strong> dream he used to have as a child: The clown’s handgripp<strong>in</strong>g <strong>the</strong> silver knob. He quickly opened <strong>the</strong> door and from <strong>the</strong> corner of his eye saw a figuresitt<strong>in</strong>g on <strong>the</strong> couch, watch<strong>in</strong>g him with curiosity. He glanced beh<strong>in</strong>d his shoulder to just make out <strong>the</strong>shape of a human be<strong>in</strong>g, but it didn't look like one at all, a scary image that he could look at for a fewseconds before disappear<strong>in</strong>g outside his front door.~*~Steven aga<strong>in</strong> walked home, hop<strong>in</strong>g <strong>the</strong> door wouldn't stick aga<strong>in</strong>. He wondered what that th<strong>in</strong>g<strong>was</strong> he saw walk<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong>to <strong>the</strong> house yesterday. And what <strong>was</strong> sitt<strong>in</strong>g on <strong>the</strong> couch this morn<strong>in</strong>g. He gotto <strong>the</strong> door aga<strong>in</strong> and followed <strong>the</strong> same procedure with <strong>the</strong> keys he did every day.The door <strong>was</strong>n't as stubborn as yesterday, but when Steven walked <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> house he <strong>was</strong> shockedat <strong>the</strong> sight of a dead rat on <strong>the</strong> floor, its fur matted down with dark blood. <strong>It</strong> <strong>was</strong> completely flat, mostof everyth<strong>in</strong>g gone out of <strong>the</strong> corpse. The sight of it <strong>was</strong>n't frighten<strong>in</strong>g to him but he wondered whathad killed it so morbidly. He got a bag from under <strong>the</strong> kitchen s<strong>in</strong>k and put <strong>the</strong> rema<strong>in</strong>s <strong>in</strong> it. He <strong>the</strong>nwalked outside to throw <strong>the</strong> corpse <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> depths of his trashcan. Tomorrow he had to wake up early toget to <strong>the</strong> circus so he did most of his homework for <strong>the</strong> weekend and got <strong>in</strong>to bed.~*~Steven awoke at 6:50. He <strong>was</strong> so happy it <strong>was</strong> Saturday and that he would be go<strong>in</strong>g to one ofhis favorite places. Despite what had happened <strong>the</strong> past few days, he just ignored it. I'm not a kid, whocares. <strong>It</strong>'s just my imag<strong>in</strong>ation aga<strong>in</strong>, noth<strong>in</strong>g to worry about. He kept th<strong>in</strong>k<strong>in</strong>g that, like a paranoidbat, over and over aga<strong>in</strong>, <strong>the</strong> whole morn<strong>in</strong>g and on <strong>the</strong> way to Vermont. Just dreams.....Steven's family arrived <strong>in</strong> Burl<strong>in</strong>gton, Vermont <strong>around</strong> <strong>11</strong>:00, roughly 3½ hours after <strong>the</strong>y hadleft. They arrived just when it <strong>was</strong> beg<strong>in</strong>n<strong>in</strong>g.“Ladies and gentlemen, adults and juveniles, folk of all ages are welcome to this most excit<strong>in</strong>gevent!” Steven heard <strong>the</strong> announcer yell as he approached <strong>the</strong> large circus tent. He <strong>was</strong> so excited.Steven <strong>the</strong>n thought of <strong>the</strong> dream he'd had, that awful, horrible dream that had kept him awakeas a child.Clowns aren't scary, I'm not scared.......But, now he <strong>was</strong>. After everyth<strong>in</strong>g, he <strong>was</strong> f<strong>in</strong>ally scared. He f<strong>in</strong>ally cr<strong>in</strong>ged at <strong>the</strong> dreams andexperiences he'd had over <strong>the</strong> last few days.His parents walked <strong>in</strong>, Steven slow<strong>in</strong>g beh<strong>in</strong>d <strong>the</strong>m, th<strong>in</strong>k<strong>in</strong>g. He knew that <strong>the</strong> first act <strong>was</strong> <strong>the</strong>clown act.Just STOP! Steven sat down quickly, feel<strong>in</strong>g a little nauseous. The clowns came parad<strong>in</strong>g out,dressed <strong>in</strong> long orange baggy pants and floppy, fat shoes. All <strong>the</strong> children laughed except for one.
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