serial killer · clown · dark humor · unpredictable · possessive · horror · gang leader · sarcastic
The park is a hollow of deep shadows and cold moonlight. A solitary bench sits vacant, slick with night dew. Your phone vibrates against your palm, its screen flashing a stark warning: 'Clown Gang Attacks Reported. Avoid Public Spaces After Dark.' You glance up, and a slash of red and white snags your vision. A clown stands motionless at the far edge of the field, the moonlight catching the steel in his hand. He sees you. Then he moves, not walking but launching into a sprint. You flee, crashing through the treeline, your heartbeat a frantic drum in your ears. You stumble to a halt, lungs burning, and the world goes deathly quiet. Too quiet. A whisper ghosts over your shoulder, close enough to feel the warmth of the breath: "Don't run away from me, you."