Killer+Clown,+Craig

If he had found himself in any other possible situation, Daryl would have never agreed to sleep next to a clown. But this was a unique situation. If it wasn’t for the clown, Daryl and his family would have been brutally murdered and sacrificed to the Devil. So it was the lesser evil.

Despite his surplus of fear, Daryl fell asleep quite easily. So did his father.

Edna, however did not sleep well, her not-the-brightest mind struggling to comprehend the fact that her friends were cannibals; she was becoming one and she had been rescued by a clown.

Her mind kept playing tricks on her, turning the barely visible-in-the-darkness chest into an evil demon and the lamp suspended from the ceiling into a hand reaching for her. Edna kept twisting and turning and every time she turned left she would see the clown and his frozen face of horror staring right at her. //Everything will be okay in the morning.// Edna repeated this in her mind over and over again.

Once the clown was sure she was sleeping, he got up slowly, dusting off some of the many particles of dust and dirt that had been clinging to his colorful suit. The clown, often clumsy, slowly walked towards the small wooden table and grabbed his bag of “tools”, also stealing a quick glance at the stairs leading up to the living room, anticipating the cannibals to barge in any second. Shaking off the feelings, the clown began to sort through his tools as quietly as possible.

“Damn.” The clown quietly cursed as he remembered that he had left his scissors behind in the cottage. He hadn’t wanted the family to sort through the bag and think he wanted to kill them. He only had chainsaw pieces and torture tools that he deemed useless in this situation.

The clown bubbled in anger once more, as he approached the father of the family. The clown's mind thought back to the father’s spouse, lying dead on the ground, and the clown not even having time to cry for the wonderful lady that had rescued him from the cell of the cannibals. He would strangle the son of a %$#^&* that didn’t even have sympathy for his own wife.

The clown approached the father slowly, ready to add him to his list of victims. He saw the daughter, Ella, or something, struggling to sleep but not noticing the clown’s intentions. “Don’t worry, there won’t be any snoring anymore,” the clown whispered silently.

The clown prepared his hands, ready to murder once more. He bent down so that his hands could reach the father’s neck. The clown could feel the father’s cold skin as he tightened his grip, letting his sharp fingernails pierce into the skin, causing ripples of blood to form.

The clown screamed, “IT’S ME, THE CLOWN” and instantly Edna sat up, as if she was never asleep. Daryl opened his eyes slowly. And so did his father as he woke up to the terrifying image of a killer clown on top of him. Father couldn't scream; he could only watch the clown strangle him; his thoughts submerged in pure terror.

“Father!” Edna yelled, realizing she never cared more for her father than at this moment. Her mother was already dead, she would not let her father die too. Bursting to her feet, she charged toward the clown, tackling him, which gave her father the chance to breathe once more.

“I knew we couldn’t trust you!” Edna screamed as the clown regained control of the fight and merely tossed Edna to the ground, discarding her like a broken CD.

“What the hell is going on…?” A door from above opened and the teacher and the clown’s eyes locked for manu seconds, giving the father time to get up and tackle the clown from behind.

Anticipating it, the clown turned around and threw a hard punch at the father. Edna, barely conscious, crawled up the stairs, giving up on her father. The teacher who had been so generous to let them stay now rushed away to answer the phone. The clown landed his final blow on Father, killing him. His hunger for murder and revenge satisfied.

Edna reached the living room, stumbled and darted for the front door, the now fully awake Daryl close behind. They unlocked the deadbolts in desperation, and escaped into the darkness of night, unconcerned with the cannibals for now.