The Clown

The Clown

I toss and turn in my bed. I look up and see the shadowy ceiling. My eyes slowly start to close and I glance at the black of my eyelids. Slowly, I fall asleep hoping to get through the night as quickly as possible, usually, when I feel a terrible dream coming I awake in the morning in just a blink of an eye. I don’t even remember what happened in the dream. But this time was different. This time I knew it was coming and it happened. This time I was ready.

I see myself standing in the middle of the road with my best friend. It’s pitch black outside and we're just standing there for no reason. She looks at me, then points at a colored shape coming toward us. I feel like all the noises from the world shut off. No owls are hooting, no crickets are screeching their wings off, and I felt all ants and flies trying to come on my noodle legs fall to the dirty road.

My whole body goes limp. Everything goes cold and I look at my best friend looking out into the distance. The colorful shape comes nearer. I have no clue in this silent world what to do. I want to run but my legs aren’t carrying me away. I want to scream but when I open my mouth, nothing comes out. Whoever this was, was going to take advantage of being able to run. I turn to her. Her red hair darkens as the black night gets even darker as if God is telling us to flee. The figure has gotten so close now I can see what it is. A brutal, spine-chilling, blood-curdling, clown. Lots of people think it's funny to be afraid of clowns, but I'm not afraid of rainbow, happy, balloon making, clowns, I am afraid of killing clowns.

The clown is so close it starts to pick up its speed. I wish I could run but I couldn’t. My friend rushes over to stand in front of me, “Hop on, quick, or else you and I are going to be clown bait, stop standing there and hop!” she whispers loudly.

“Fine! I will try!” I slowly jiggle my legs back and forth until my feet hop off of the ground and onto the sides of my friend. She starts running, fast. Her speed is so quick, especially since I was on her back. 

I feel myself getting a second wind of infuriation over this stupid clown. I mean who dresses up as a clown and walks towards children trying to take them? I guess this sociopath. 

“I think I can run now, plus he’s pretty far behind us since you were so fast.”

“All right I’ll put you down, but promise me not to stand completely still?”

“I won’t!” I said anxious because he was getting closer.

She shoved me off and I bolted. We ran up my driveway, realizing he wasn’t too far behind, and noticed the door was locked so I, as quick as my fingers could, typed in the password, 8-2-5-6. I quickly ran into the door and locked it. I shut all the blinds, made sure all the doors were locked three times, and then ran into my parent's bedroom.

They were startled when I came in yelling the whole story. My mom slowly stood up and put her glasses on. My dad stayed where he was but removed his eye mask. I yelled, “Oh my gosh I barely got out alive! There was a stupid clown following me! I am never going outside without a parent or older person ever again.”

“Oh my gosh are you all right!” my mom squeezed out, tired, “where is your friend?”

 I felt sweat dripping down my forehead remembering how fast I bolted up the stairs and locked the doors. Then I realized the most important thing I forgot. My best friend. I felt so guilty and terrible, awful, most self-centered friend in the entire world. I would never forget what I had just done. There was no going back in time to drag her through the door before the clown got his hands on her. 

Then my eyes closed and I fainted. Or at least I think I fainted.

I felt my head on a comfortable pillow. And my arm reaches out and grabs my favorite, worn, stuffed animal. My eyes slowly open and I see my ceiling again. Although this time it was a light, creamy, white color. I sit up and open my blind. There is no clown or best friend to be seen and after twenty minutes of contemplating and thinking of my day, I remember my terrible nightmare. I remember how fast I and my friend ran and the creepiness of that awful clown. I also think of how long it took me to get through the night. I become thankful that the day is finally starting and I don’t have to think about some clown anymore. I sit up even more and reach for my lamp. I flick the black switch and glance at the light that shines through the bulb. The silver clock shines blue numbers that read 7:23. Even though it’s early I decide to get up since I smelled eggs that were yet to be made by me and to get out of my dreaded bed. I walked out of my doorway. I walked down the hallway and through the kitchen door. I took out the pan and put it on 5.5 then cracked an egg right on top. While it was cooking I made myself a hot cocoa using a simple instant pack. 

I contemplate my whole nightmare from beginning to end. Still gives me the shivers. I felt bad in my dream and also in real life for leaving my friend behind by accident, but I forgive myself knowing that in my next dream, I will hopefully be the one saving the day.