One: The Clown's Game

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Lina Walter

A piercing shriek woke me up and what greeted me was not the ceiling of my own room but an unfamiliar ceiling painted red and a rusty metallic scent lingered in the air.

Come to think of it, I was currently lying in a wet ground. It was sticky and cold. By the time I realized it, I was lying in a pool of blood. Being the rational person I am, I calmly stood up and asserted my surroundings. Young men and women wet with blood clouded in confusion.

"Where am I?"

"Who are you?"

Our numbers was not more than 40 nor less than 30. I recognised some people while the others remained unfamiliar.

Unlike the others, I was accustomed of seeing blood due to its relation of my work. That's why I wasn't surprised to know that blood painted the whole room. In the other side of the wall, something was written in the wall but this time it wasn't blood. It was paint.

What was written in the wall was:

« Let's play! »

It was only words but I couldn't help but be creeped out.

It was all too creepy.

The blood.

The room.

And the people.

Not only that but the feeling of someone watching us gave me goosebumps.

Whoever it was that took us here was a freaking psycho who finds pleasure by toying with his victims before killing them mercilessly.

Beside the words was an arrow pointing at somewhere. When I turned to where it pointed, a figure of a clown was standing in front of the door. It did not moved nor show any signs of moving.

A statue, maybe?

"Hey look! It's a clown!" a man with indigo hair approached the clown.

The man's laughter echoed in my ears making my head throb in pain.

Images of the room, the writing, the arrow, the clown, the door, and the time I heard a piercing shriek continuously circled in my mind.

It was like a puzzle in a frame.

The events that took place bothered my mind.

Too many information entered my brain that it was making me nauseous and the smell of blood still lingered in my nose.

I covered my mouth with my right hand. As if to ease my throbbing head, all puzzles were being organized.

A shriek so loud that it was like it came from a woman.

The room.

The writing.

And the arrow.

By the time realization hit me, my mouth gaped. Before I could move, the swift turn of events made us all freeze in our places.

"Huh?" the man who approached the clown could only utter those words as blood gushed out of his throat. The perpetrator which we thought was only a doll/statue was holding a sharp knife dripping wet with blood was the clown.

It was the clown all along!

He purposely let out a loud shriek waking us up and waited for the opportunity to strike!

Thump

The man who's neck was bleeding helplessly fell with a soft splash in the pool of blood. His eyes were wide opened and as if he couldn't comprehend what just happened, his hand drifted into his throat.

"He... Hehe... Hehehe... Hehahahahaha..." his diabolical laugh echoed in the room. It was not only me who felt fear in that moment. Who wouldn't? We were just going on in our daily lives and was forcibly taken into this diabolical place only to become someone's object of pleasure? That's straight up screwed.

"B-Bob..." a woman's voice was heard and the clown turned his head towards the voice and it started to take wide strides towards her.

No one could move. No, it would be precise that no one dared to move. The thing we called 'fear' shackled them pinning their feet to where they stood so that they couldn't even take a step forward.

Realising that no one would step up to offer a helping hand, she could do nothing but slowly succumb to her fate. The clown who merrily went to her was holding something. And this time, it was not with a dagger but a hammer.

Thump thump thump

The sound of my heartbeat resounded in my ears that I couldn't even hear my surroundings. My breathing also quickened and my throat was clogged.

What do I do? Should I help? Should I wait? What to do?

Only those thoughts dominated my mind that my rationality could not keep up. That was when...

Ding ding ding

The sound of a bell was heard even with the thick walls. By the time the bell continued ringing, the clown stopped moving. He only stood, with the hammer still on his hands that is.

Some gulped.

Fear dominated them that they couldn't even dare to approach the clown.

No one spoke and the only thing we could hear was the woman sobbing. Her bright strawberry blonde hair covered her face along with her hands. It seemed that she was trying to held in the sobs however, she couldn't. No one blamed her. All of us were all in the same situation where a freaking psychopath was standing still in the middle of the room.

However, someone plucked their courage and approached the clown. Everyone held their breath as the black haired boy approach the clown. He waved his hands in front of the clown's face but the clown did not moved. Even when he tried taking a few step back with his eyes fixated on the clown, nothing happened.

Seeing that it did not moved, a man clapped his hands grabbing our attention.

"Alright. I don't know what's going on but let's get out of here first before 'that'-" he pointed to the clown and looked at us with eyes full of worry.

"-woke up."

Some responded with a nod to his words. It did made sense, however, something was odd that I couldn't figure out what it was. The boy who showed his bravery just then looked like he was also thinking of something.

Huu...

I stopped when I heard something. Seeing that no one reacted, it seemed like I was the only one who heard it. Soon, my eyes darted at the clown that was standing still.

Just now...

It really is... Creepy. Creepy to the point that my instincts were alerting me to flee. Not to mention that there was this temptation that made me want to get closer to it.

However, those thoughts did not last long for I have the door making a light creaking sound as it opened.

"It's open! The door is open!" I heard them rejoiced. Some were relieved and some were thankful that they can finally get out of the place. With contrasting feelings, I followed them.

At that time, had I noticed it all, it wouldn't have costs us a lot.

And it was my mistake.

Not realising that all of this was planned and that someone was behind it all. The cruelty... Was bound to hit us at the back of our heads.






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Minasan, konnichiwa.

I hope you're all well. Just a few reminders but the book cover is changed. Book cover picture above and credit to ambielea_x
for making such a wonderful cover.

Most of all, I'm sorry for not posting soon. I don't know if this chapter turned out great but I hope it really did. Sorry for the short chapter and I hope you had a great time reading it. I still have shortcomings but I will do my best so as not to disappoint you, dear readers.

Be posting soon 😊!

~ Linzy ~


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