Just as she had expected, Sarah noticed the same knife hiding within the clown’s pocket.
A painfully long week had passed since Sandra was sold off to the new circus in her deserted town. An overwhelming stench worse than that of decaying animals flooded the insides of the colossal canopy. Clowns with an uncannily toothy grin made Sandra shudder. Not only that, the constant chaotic noises produced by the instruments could have even made a deaf person’s ears bleed. Sandra hated everything about her new job. Nevertheless, she was about to walk up to one of the clowns on the unicycle, but she remembered something: a terrifying memory lost in time that could haunt her for an eternity.
However, she could not understand it. It was like trying to see through a fogged-up window. All of a sudden, a memory flashed once again. The face of a clown appeared that she could barely remember. The fog cleared up, and everything became clearer. As a result, Sandra put all of the pieces together like a small jigsaw puzzle. Once when Sandra was a little kid, her home was invaded by two clowns. One of the clowns had the exact same smile on their mask as the one Sarah saw recently, but the other one was worse. The other, from what she could remember, carried a knife in their back pocket and quickly slit the throat of her mother with that knife.
Sarah suddenly felt a burning sensation on her foot through her shoes. She had spilled her coffee as she was in deep thought. Soon thereafter, Sarah proceeded with her day as if nothing had happened, but this would not hold true for long. Curiosity got the better of Sarah, and she wanted to see if the clown there really was her mother’s killer. Consequently, she peeked at the clown practicing his unicycle routine once more. Just as she had expected, Sarah noticed the same knife hiding within the clown’s pocket. Suddenly, the clown then looked back, and Sarah quickly averted his gaze.
Sarah tried to escape, but she just could not, almost as if the universe was plotting against her. Eventually, she regained control of herself and quickly ran off back to her home. Seemingly everlasting hours passed, but she could not sleep. Then when the moon was up high, she heard her downstairs door squeak.
“Hello?” Sarah shouted before getting interrupted, “Is anyone th—”
Her shouting was drowned out by a song being played downstairs on her record player. Then everything became deafeningly silent. Sarah got out of bed and walked cautiously into the hallway leading to the stairs. She was taken aback when she saw the mask. The mask was hung on the wall. Beside it was one of her knives. Blood coming from the knife soaked the mask and slowly ran down the wall. The lights flickered until they finally died. Making sure that she did not even make a sound louder than that of a mouse’s squeak, Sandra carefully walked down the stairs.
Then she saw another mask through the reflection of the moonlight. Sandra quietly let out a gasp of air when she heard a door upstairs being slammed shut. She tried her phone, but she lost connection. Her keys were hidden, and there was no escape. She swiftly grabbed her flashlight and retreated back upstairs.
Sandra then grabbed the knife on the wall and hid in her closet. She heard soft footsteps approaching her each second, and it got increasingly louder. She quickly turned off her flashlight. Then the footsteps stopped. Her heart was pounding, and everything was dead silent. The door slid open. Whoever it was, they were standing right infront of the door. Sandra burst through the closet and stabbed the figure. Then all of the noise faded. She let out a gasp of air as she returned to herself. It was in the middle of the day. Police rushed to the scene. Blood was scattered everywhere. Sandra was wearing a robe in a mental hospital. Everything became clear. She sobbed and dropped to the floor.
