*Drip* *Drip* *Drip*

Gina Madison groggily opened her eyes to the sounds of liquid hitting the wooden floor. Turning over, she curled into a ball and tried to get back to sleep.

*Drip* *Drip* *Drip*

Sighing, she sat up and looked around the dark room, which was only lit by the orange streetlights outside. When she did, she saw something very odd.

A slightly tall, wiry clown was standing perfectly still in a far corner beside the two open windows in front of her. He was dressed in all black. His round, bald head was completely white, as was the rest of his skin. Both hands were at his sides and his back was straight.

*Drip* *Drip* *Drip*

Gradually, the streetlights began to get brighter. Most of the orange glow went straight to the area where the clown was, revealing that he was wearing a dark jumpsuit and boots. Eventually, the ghastly illumination glowed to the point where it almost seemed like a spotlight was on him.

*Drip* *Drip* *Drip*

When she made eye contact with the clown, the corners of his mouth began to rise. Both cheeks stuck out, migrating what little fat they had to the upper parts of his waxen face. On either side of his circular nose, the tops of his eyes were slanted by crimson eyebrows. His lips gradually curled into a gravely abnormal grin. A perfect letter U formed right above his pointy chin. It was very unnerving.

A very loud and shill note of a violin shrieked in Gina's right ear, prompting her to quickly turn her head in that direction.

At that same time, the light went off, making the room pitch black. Not even the regular streetlights were on anymore.

Another high pitch made the woman jerk her head to the left.

The light returned, but she did not see the cause of the sounds.

Gina looked ahead and jumped in fright.

The clown was now standing a bit closer than before. His eerie grin had not left his face. He remained perfectly still.


Darkness fell upon the room once again.

*Drip* *Drip* *Drip*


Gina flinched at the pain in her left ear, but was already looking in the direction of the corner.

The clown was halfway to the bed. His stance and smile never changed.

Gina's body was shivering beneath the covers. She looked at the other side of the room, which was only dimly lit.

The closed door was there, thankfully closer to her than it was to the clown.


Again, the room became shrouded in black.

Gina's focus lingered on the door.


Gina did not stick around to check how close the clown was. Immediately, she rolled out of bed.

As soon as her bare feet touched the wooden floor, an intense pain struck her left heel, then her right.


The woman wailed and fell on her belly and right elbow.

Warm liquid cascaded down her heels and onto the soles of her bare feet.

*Drip* *Drip* *Drip* *Drip*

She cringed and attempted to look at her legs in the darkness.


The light reappeared, now bright enough for her to see most of this side of the room.

Both of her heels were covered in blood. Something had slashed her when she got out of bed.

That quickly became the least of her problems when she looked back and noticed the clown standing at the foot of the bed.

Whimpering, she attempted to crawl to the door.

Almost there.


Gina did not care if it was too dark to see; she had to get out of the room. She high-crawled forward.


The door was literally close enough to touch, but it was closed.


Frantically, she slid her hands along the wall, searching for something to grab onto.

There was no furniture and the wall was too smooth.

"Help!" she yelled, even though she was (usually) alone in the house. "Help me!" Her fist banged the door loudly.


When the orange glow returned, it shined on her.

The woman turned her head to look to her left.

Her eyes met a waxen face with a sickening U-shaped, red smile. Slowly, the clown raised his right fist, and something moist fell from above onto her left cheek.

Now Gina knew what that dripping sound was.

In the clown's hand, there was a knife. Orange light reflected from it. Its teeth and tip were covered in dripping red blood.

The knife was quickly brought down.


Gina screamed in the darkness at the pain in her left shoulder. She palmed the wound, feeling the warm blood that was there.

Gripping the knife tightly, the clown raised it, then plunged it back down.


Gina's blood-curdling shriek was almost as loud as the violin note.

Again, the knife pierced the same spot.


And again.


Gina sat up sharply and looked ahead.

The windows were closed and the streetlights were the only source of illumination in her bedroom. No one was in the room with her.

With a relieved sigh, she crashed the back of her head into the pillow.