You and your close friend Ben are trick or treating downtown. Downtown is always known as mob scene on Halloween only because the houses are so close together meaning more candy for the amount walked. You can taste the sweet like sugar halloween spirit as you walk down the block. Ten O’clock rolls around, it’s always the time things really start to die down and by ten thirty you were really the only kids still out trick or treating. By now only one in ten houses were opening their doors to you at this hour so you call it quits and decide to mess around, it was only Saturday night after all. As you call it quits a lone person in a clown costume came walking towards you really, really slowly from the blackest fog in the distance.
It was a proper clown costume, the makeup was insane, from the slit mouth smile to the bloodstained boils. You were in horrified by the costume. The two of you giggle and scream in reaction but ultimately decided to walk away. You go to a nearby park to goof around with the Halloween essentials, spraying silly string and shaving cream all over the playground. You weren’t the first, however. Strands of silly string littered the playground along with shaving cream smudging the bathroom walls of the park spelling out profanities. You feel like rebels as the adrenaline flows through your body
You hang out on the playground, and Ben points out to beyond the dark horizon to reveal two clowns walking towards you, one of them the same clown from earlier. You don’t think it was possible but this second clown is even more disturbing than the first. The first clown appeared now appeared to be wielding a long spear-like object, they approach us, really, really slowly. The funniness of the situation quickly diminished as they get closer and closer. Then, out of nowhere, they charge us, you both run in different directions to each other. One of the clowns is chasing you, out the park and down the street you run. You don’t know the area too well so it was like finding a needle in a haystack trying to find your way back to Ben’s house. You sprinted all the way there, You must have lost the clown on the way back because he was nowhere to be seen. You called Ben to let him know you are in his backyard. Ben answers, panting for breath. He told you he is on his way home now.
Ten minutes later Ben arrived, we collected ourselves inside, gathering our thoughts and discussing what was happening. After you both calm down you could laugh about it. Devouring your face with candy collected from earlier. You hang out in the living room the lights off, TV on, playing some Xbox one. You get up to go to the bathroom and quickly duck back down. You point up to the window and tell Ben to “Shh” you immediately turn off the TV. Ben asked why you told him to be quiet, You tell him “there was a clown out there”. Ben didn’t believe you, so he looks out the window himself. You yell “don’t” desperately but it was too late. The clown outside the house looks dead-eyed at Ben straight through the window. Ben’s parents were not home so telling them wasn’t a option. so instead you turn off the lights and run for the upstairs bedroom with Ben following close behind you. You look out the upstairs bedroom window and the clown was gone. In fact, you never saw either of the two clowns again, but the next morning as you walk home you find a rubber nose stuck to the door handle of your house. You text Ben and he replies “It was obviously placed there with the intent to scare you”, it worked. You carry on with your day as per usual and this horrific event just became an old story to tell.