I woke in the middle of the night in a cold sweat. I feel like I can't breathe. My heart is pounding a million times a minute.
I've been having this same dream every night for the past week. Everytime I wake up I feel like I'm being watched. But even though there is nothing in there but me...or so I thought.
I know that this is going to sound childish, but it's the truth. I've been feeling like there's something or someone under my bed.
Tonight I decided to try and gain enough courage to look under my bed. I crawl to the side of my bed and peer under in the darkness. When I don't see anything I hear a bunch of evil sounding giggles.
I sit up and scan my room. I look at my window and notice that there is a arm reaching inside.
I start to breathe heavily. I hear a thump near my closet and jump. The arm disapears and a clown is telling me to come over near him. His face isn't right.
He looks crazy. Almost like he was in some sort of mental hospital. I want to scream but no sound comes out. He than starts to pulls something out of his pocket. I notice that there is something dark red on him. I try to scream again when I realize that it's blood.
I notice that he was pulling out a red balloon. He than screams, "Your turn!" He does this over and over again.
I remember him lunging at me and then me blacking out. I don't remember any of my life before that, just that day, that one moment, those few moments that have scarred me for life.