I sat down in my usual spot, with journal in hand. It was a stressful day, so i was ready to let all my feelings out on a blank page. As i was sitting there, i had a strange feeling someone was watching me.
i wrote about my friend, Misty and how she had made me angry earlier. As i kept jotting down the events of the school day, i still felt as if i was being watched. It was the strangest feeling ever!
It was getting really late, but i didn't want to leave until i had finished my journal entry for the day. I was also quite spooked by the feeling of someone else being nearby, so my writing got messier as i tried to rush myself.
I was on my last sentence when i heard the crunch of a leaf. I froze, i was too afraid to turn around. I slowly got up and started my path back home.
I started to tell myself that i was making stuff up. But now i felt like i was being followed. I started to jog my way back home, but someone grabbed my hand. I screamed! I yanked my hand away and ran as fast as i could.
I tripped but i quickly got up. I screamed again, there he was. Standing right in front of me, is the thing i dreaded the most. There he was, the killer clown.
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