There it was...The Crude Laugh again. Picking up her pace she ran. Her long raven hair almost floating behind her. Gulping loudly for air, but the rope of tension around her neck was pulled taught.
Feeling the fire enter her lungs she had to stop. Her slender Body would carry her no more. Hearing the laugh again she cried as she realized she was glued to the spot.

  Hearing louder steps slapping the ground announcing they where there. Carefully she looked up as the foot steps stopped.

Good...No one
Good...Silence..

But still scared. Calm?

No!

Quickly inhaling as the laughter spilled through the air, feeling chills go down her spine. "Why Hello Sarah." The voice cooed as the face turned around her to face her.. The disfigured clown face with dark haunting eyes that saw deep into her soul. "What Cat got your tongue?!" the clown laughed again mocking her as the clown turned his head slowly back and forth sticking out a long tongue, split down the middle like a snake. He grinned and Hissing at her.

The clown laughter bellowed as the rest of his posy appeared around him. All disfigured and unfunny, but the leader was clear. Grabbing on tightly to her shoulder a smell of wet rotting leather and metal met her nose. The hushed mummer of the others was instantly stopped as their leader took a deep breath and raised a finger. " You see Sarah, This is the unfunny part in life.. For ever action there is consequence."

The clown spoke reaching deep into his pocket pulled out a fin, but sticky white almost yellow powder and sprinkled it around her. "Christmas isn't ever day you know!" He snickered, a spray of dark foul smelling spit splattered her face. " Little Timmy wanted to live you know.. " He shook his head at her making a pouting face, not one of sympathy more one of anger and disapproval.

Rolling his eyes up towards his men as she broke into tears "looks like it's in pain" he falsely sympathized with her. Shaking his head he grinned and turned pulling a simple shaving blade from his picket. "You don't get to feel sorry for your self, you know that? Don't you...?" He asked her as his hand slink up her neck. Stopping her movement Shaking her head no. "Well then Lets see.." He pondered for a second before continuing "You should be punished.. Right?!" He raised his voice slightly as he tightened his grip on her neck, forcing a small nod from her.

"Good I'm glad we agree" He giggled almost giddy now. Reaching out for the girls hand, placing the blade into her hand, pressing her fingers against the handle. "you've been awfully naughty Sarah!" He smiled as as he eyed the blade as the girl cried harder now she felt a pull on the blade pulling it closer to her throat "Yes That's it" the clown anxiously jumped from foot to foot clapping his hands once as he moved.

Feeling the blade hard against her throat. trying hard to stop her self she tried to pull the blade away from her neck. With no avail the blade sunk deep into the flesh, the rope of tension cut as she screamed against the pain.

Feeling the warm crimson river soak her body, She stopped as the world faded falling to her side she felt the cold ground around her, she reached out for her neck dropping the blade in an attempt to stop the pain. Closing her eyes as a pair of loafers appeared in front of her.


"Dinners Ready Boys!"

The clown called as loud hearty cheers came out from around her,
the last thing she head...

was the sound of a chain saw starting....