Faith Whaley

It was a dark and stormy night when everything seemed to come to a complete stop. No one moved a muscle, nor did they let out the smallest sound as a horrific sound echoed throughout the house. Fear rippled through everyone in the room, who was in the house? Those who were in the house were seated in this room, so who else could it be. Just as everything seemed to return back to normal the storm picked up, the windows rattled and tree branches blew around outside casting shadows around the room. The TV flickered multiple times as did the lights, and suddenly a loud noise rang through the entire house. It couldn’t have been lightning because this sound was more deep and eerie. It was a sound of its own, almost like a roar of a lion with cracks and bumps in it. This is when everyone started to really panic.

            All 4 of the teenagers jolted up at once and began to horridly dash to the door, but when they got to it was bolted shut. Not even the strongest man in the world could bust this door down. Nobody knew what to do. It was a middle room of the house where no windows were available to slip out of. Bullets of sweat dripped down everyone’s temple in a nervous sweat.

            The door randomly started to rattle and everybody stopped in their tracks. “What was that?” one teenager asked. “Okay, this is really weird. We need to get out of here.”

            The others nodded in agreement, but it was too late. They were stuck here. The power had died with the storm, and the cell towers weren’t working. The teenagers were not particularly bright or skilled, so it did not occur to them to just grab a flash light or a match to counteract the darkness that increasingly encroached on their sanity. Nor did it occur to them to go to a different place in the house where they might be safe from the storm, say, like a bathroom. Instead they sat huddled in the living room crying, terrified of the storm and its uneventful, normal power surges.

            The smartest one in the group, albeit still highly unimpressive, suggested they move away from the windows and doors, in the event that a tree might fall or shattered the window. The others, like sheep, flocked to the idea and move closer to the center of the house where the presence of windows was far less prevalent.  That was when it all happened, a killer clown jumped out of the hallway closest and pointed a huge sword at the teens. They were breathless, unable to comprehend the corny situation they were in but nevertheless still spooked. Rodney, the most idiotic of the kids decided to jump at the clown to save the others. In a swift motion the clown punched him in the gut rendering him breathless. The rest of the kids were so unbelievably confused they had questioned their own reality. That was when Mario Lopez jumped out and screamed “you’ve been pranked!” The teens all let out a sigh in great relief over this, they were safe. Or were they?

            The door burst open again revealing once again, a killer clown. They all laughed at it again thinking someone was late to the prank but this time it wasn’t a prank. The killer clown picked them off one by one for laying down on the couch. “They thought.” The clown laughed for taking a sip of juice.