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My name is Jason. I am much older now. I don't know exactly how old i am. I have been losing track of time. Is it friday today? It doesn't matter right now. I have found an old typewriter her and I am telling you my story and maybe one day someone might find this story and save us. I feel alone right now. no one to help me. I am scared. This all happened when I was only 12. I was at my house in my room on my computer. We had just moved in to a new house because there was many numerous times at night where a strange man was staring in through our windows. Just staring. He had a black hat, coat, and boots on You couldn't see his face very much. only under the street lights but still not very well. It was identified as a pale white color. We all got very creeped out and couldn't take it anymore. We moved so that, that didn't happen again. If only I knew what was coming.
It was nine
I was typing on my computer and started drifting off and fell asleep. In the middle of the night i woke up because of a bang I heard in the kitchen. I got up and went to the kitchen to see what it was terrified. When I got to the kitchen i saw a note on the counter top. I picked it up and it read gone out i will see you in a little bit xoxo. These notes do not usually follow through. See you in a little bit usually means see you when I get home in the morning. As i was reading the letter I felt a breeze across my back. It was as faint as a fly running across your arm. I turned round quickly and saw a black figure in the corner. Then i rubbed my eyes and it was not there.
I didn't dare open the door because we don't have any weapons yet we didn't have any silverware or a gun. I ran to my bed and went under the covers as fast as i could. The bad thing about my room is that i don't have a lock on my door. I was basically in the open for some one to come and murder me. I just stared at that bathroom door until i drifted asleep again. This time i had a dream with a pale white hand reaching for a bottle of vile and tipping it in to a glass of water. It was very disturbing. i woke of frightened covered in sweat. Then i reached for my water on my bed side table and took a sip. Then i started feeling ill i held my stomach in pain. Could my dream have been real. Then i ran to the bathroom forgetting about the intruder incident. The one thing i noticed before vomiting was the separating door was opened. Now i was very ill vomiting in the toilet. Suddenly the door shut on me. I tried to move the handle but it wouldn't budge. Before i could start freaking out something rapidly pulled me back and knocked me unconscious.
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I woke up in a dark place. There was a long hallway With black and white checker print walls and floors. And up and along the hallway was pictures of my biggest nightmares...CLOWNS. I stood up and walked along the hallway i studied the pictures with fright. These pictures were very disturbing. The clowns mouths were cut into a smile like a jack-o-lantern and there clown names burned into their forehead. I stammered backwards with fright. All of them were like this. They all looked depressed with black circles under there eyes. I looked in front of me and saw a light at the end of the hallway and ran to it. This led to a door and i opened it. The room had many mirrors. When you looked into them you looked short or tall or had a big head or a small head. I must be in a funhouse. i had fun for a bit looking in the mirrors.Then the fun stopped. I was looking in a mirror and then saw something in it. it looked like the man who used to stare in to our windows. IT WAS HIM! Then he took off his hat so i could see his face. He had a pale white face with a red squeaky nose and a smile painted across his face. He was a clown. The clown master. And just like that He squeaked his nose and ran away then he was in another mirror and another. I ran out of that room as fast as i could.
At the end of that room i came upon another door and i opened it. This room was a dressing room. There were clown clothes on the racks and big shoes. I was looking at the clothes and the clown man popped out from behind the clothes rack and made me unconscious. I woke up stuffed in a small cage aching. I looked around and i was in a dull room with blood all over the wall and floors. I kicked my foot out and the cage broke. i snuck out without saying a word so the clown man would not hear me. The next room was another room with mirrors. i was walking through to get to the next door but as i was walking through i stopped and looked in the mirror and saw something hideous. it was me. I had a pale white face that was not makeup, a big smile cut into my face, a big red nose, and a clown name scared into my forehead. it read happy. I screamed but then i looked in front of me and there was another door with an exit sign about it.
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