When Clowns Go Round and Round

💯 Story Challenge (36/100):There’s no escaping this circus

Greta was in full panic mode and tired as hell. She’d been running for over three days now — at least that’s what she believed. Every time she turned the corner, there was another one— fuck clowns!!

Polka dots, big red nose, blue hair and large red and black shoes. This was the first clown Greta encountered on Gray Street. She was told this was supposed to be a surprise party and all you got was the address sent to your phone.

Now here she was on Gray Street and a clown was coming after her. As soon as she saw him in the shadows, she took off running. She looked back and he was almost on her heels — axe in hand.

As soon as Greta turned the corner to the next street he was gone. As she stopped for a second to catch her breath, she tried to call her Mom. No signal meant no call. So began her walk home.

A short clown in tiny shoes, with a big green nose, and a checker board clown suit, smiled at her from a doorway. As soon as she saw him, he pulled out the sword and began running in her direction. “Oh my god” Greta screamed as she ran at full speed.

For a clown with tiny feet, he ran as fast as an Olympic sprinter. She heard what sounded like cackling as he got closer. She could feel the wind as he swung the sword and off went her pony tail.

Greta screamed until she was hoarse as she ran with all of her might. She got to the end of the street and turned the corner. She looked over her shoulder and the clown was gone.

She looked for a street sign to see where she was — Gray Street!

How could she still be on the same street Greta thought and as confusion set in her mind began to wander aimlessly. She could feel her sanity slipping away as fear set in even deeper.

Then she saw him in the window.

Medium height, all black costume with hearts on it, green hair, white and black face and a big heart shaped nose. For a second she closed her eyes and when she opened them again, he was gone.

There he was right in front of her, smiling that awful smile. With his hands behind his back, she knew nothing good could be behind him, then she saw it. A medieval, spiked ball mace — moved swiftly in front of her face.

Greta tried to get out of the way, but she was too tired and not fast enough, off went the tip of her nose. She screamed, “Please stop, why is this happening to me?”

The clown didn’t answer as she ran, he ran faster, swinging the spike ball mace each time his left foot hit the ground.

As she reached the end of the street, one of the spikes hit her in the top of the head. Greta hit the ground face first. As she lay there bleeding. She looked up and now all of the clowns were standing over her.

All color gone — just gray clowns in all shapes and sizes. With each weapon they slayed Greta and then each one returned to their spot on Gray street.

Mark, got a text to his phone for a surprise party next week— only details given were the address on Gray Street.

Mark, like Greta was excited, he loved surprises too.

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💯 Story Challenge (36/100)

A simple challenge to kick-start a new year; 100 stories in 100 days, at least a 100 words long using Unsplash Instant as my muse.