Beneath The Bridge

Everybody loves a clown,

Who smiles and laughs all day,

But do be careful, when the moon shines down,

The clown begins to slay…

The moon shone down and the stars were bright, the silver claw of the moon reached down between the trees and cast its long, thin fingers over the ground. It was on this night, that Casey Strode had missed the last bus home from work and had to walk just over a mile to get back home, this didn’t bother her as such, she had her MP3 player with her, surely it would make the journey seem shorter. So as her stilettos clicked on the concrete slabs beneath her feet, the song Get Into The Groove by Madonna, was blasting into her ears and she clicked her fingers in time with it. She did not, however, realise she was coming up to Haywood Bridge, that old, derelict bridge where so many young girls had been savaged by drug addicts. Funnily enough, a lot of the girls had been people that Casey knew at some point, but alas, she had no fear, she was smart. Unlike most of the girls she knew, she carried a Stanley-knife for protection. Just like all the others, Casey had to walk beneath the bridge to get to where she lived, on Baker Street.

Casey then shook her head to the music and proceeded to walk under Haywood Bridge. She slowly disappeared into the darkness beneath the Bridge and her MP3 player suddenly ceased to work, it made a loud crackling sound which shook her ear drums and caused them terrible pain. She ripped the ear-phones from her ears and stuffed them into her pocket.

“Fucking thing” She said under her breath and walked on. As her stilettos clicked once again she began to look around, after all, this was the bridge where all of those rapes and murders had occurred. Casey continuously looked around, making sure there was nothing lurking in the shadows.

Strangely enough, she hadn’t noticed the pair of blood red eyes, lightly glowing behind a pile of rubbish and rusted trashcans. Casey bit her bottom lip and walked on faster, wanting to escape from the black hole, which was Haywood Bridge. Casey was nearly out of the place when she heard a maniacal giggle coming from behind her. She spun around on her stilettos and fell to the floor. She cried out in pain as one of her fishnet stockings had been shred by a sharp object on the floor and put a large cut in her thigh. Blood began to trickle from the wound,

“Fucking brilliant!” She spat, angered that her best pair of stockings were ruined. She got to her feet, but was disturbed by a croaky voice behind her saying,

“Casey…Casey…” Casey stood still as she saw the pair of blood red eyes in the corner,

“Who are you?” She said, slowly stepping back and away from the stranger.

“Casey…Come to me Casey…” The croaky voice said.

“How the fuck do you know my name?” She shouted, slowly gaining speed as she stepped back.

“Casey…I want…” It said slowly,

“What do you want?” She asked, her voice trembling as the pair of glowing eyes were slowly coming out from the darkness.

“I want your blood” It said, as it reached a hand out from the darkness. Casey caught sight of a white, silky glove materialising from the thick layer of dark all around her.

Casey couldn’t move, she was terrified, and finally the mysterious voice revealed itself. A bright shape leaped from the darkness and stood in front of Casey. It was a clown! A brightly coloured clown with blood red eyes which seemed to stare through Casey and into her soul. She couldn’t speak; she was in a state of shock from looking up at this tall figure looming over her. Something then clicked inside of her; the Stanley-knife! She quickly snatched it up from her handbag and slashed at the clown's face. A flap of skin began to hang down from its face and a foul smelling, black fluid sprayed over Casey’s face. The clown now reached out its gloved hand and attempted to grab her. She tried to avoid it but its arm seemed to stretch and latched onto her hair, she screamed and span on her stilettos again, slashing at the thing like a woman possessed. As hard as she tried to kill the clown, nothing would phase it, it didn't seem to register pain at all. With a final couple of slashes the clown grabbed Casey by the throat and threw her onto floor. The clown then stood over her, and moved in for the kill...

Casey’s screams echoed around the bridge, until the cringe-worthy sounds of snapping bones and skin being ripped brought silence upon the moon drenched night...

That was all that was heard from that night, Casey’s body was never recovered, but since then, a bright figure has been seen lurking in the streets. It’s also been seen sneaking into houses, and hiding beneath the beds at nights, watching, waiting and hungry…

Remember to look under your bed tonight…

You never know if the clown is lurking…

"Beneath The Bridge" The Very First Short Story By Divine-Insanity