Written by Ev
The night that Zack thought he saw a grumpy clown was a stormy night, in the summer holidays.
It was eating a creepy looking hamburger in the backyard. At first, he heard the crunch of footsteps. Then he felt his hair fall out. Finally, he heard wailing.
He opened his bedroom window and peeked out. What he saw made him burst into cold sweat. Baby clowns clung to its back and a ragged hat sat upon its head. Zack froze, jumped into bed and cried with fear. The clown trudged past and made its way next door, towards Tom’s house. Zack heard a scream. When he dared to look outside the clown was gone.
The next day he refused to go outside. The day after that the clown visited him again.
Nobody believed him, his mother thought he was cuckoo and sent him to his room for being silly. Tom, his friend who lived next door, believed him as soon as he told him, and went on about scary clowns under his bed.
That boiling summer, Zack and Tom often saw the clown standing in the middle of the road and laughing in the graveyard and juggling children they had never seen before. People along the street stayed in their houses and cried for help. Statues of clowns started appearing in bathrooms, alleyways and in people’s gardens. Ever so often people would come across one of these strange statues and think it was the real one. As soon as this happened these people would go running and screaming back to their houses. The following day these people would tell their neighbors all about it.
“What do you need to kill a clown?” Zack wondered aloud. He brought out his computer and turned it on. First, he called his friend Tom who had recently been visited by the clown and asked him to come over. Then he researched, how to kill a clown. It came up with the answer: to kill a clown you need crimson gold. Put the crimson gold two meters from the clown you are trying to kill, the clown will be engulfed by flames and will never be seen again.
On the fifth last day of the summer holidays, something peered in Zack’s window in the middle of the night. He woke up from a nightmare about clowns storming the house, only to see one staring right at him. He screamed and pulled the covers over his head. As he did this, he heard a cold squeaky voice whisper, “you are haunted with the spirit of the clown little child!” He heard the squeaky sound of footsteps walk away from the window.
When he dared to look out the window, he could just see a tall ugly creature climb over the fence at the edge of the garden. One cold evening the park burst into white hot flames. Everyone was running for their lives as the fire engulfed the houses of the town like an angry bull. Suddenly, the fire went out and everyone stopped running. After that the clown was never seen again, but it still haunted the dreams of small children. Zack thought it had got too close to the crimson gold the children of the town often played with.
People started to come out of their houses, after a few weeks a party was organized to celebrate the disappearance of the clown and its statues. Everyone had cheery faces and shared their story of what happened, laughing over how scared they were.
