Me and my family were moving into a new house. The house needed a lot of remaking to do. It was the first night and I was tired after a long day of work. As we went to bed my little sister needed to go to the restroom and I had no idea in this big house they were at, so I had to look around first but after looking around I wished I had not gotten carried away because in the big house it was like a maze. As I walked in the hallway, it felt like someone was watching me and I heard a noise in the room that had scratches on its door, in my gut I got a bad feeling about looking in that room,but I did not get to because my dad found me and said to go back to bed.

In the morning was the first day of school and the kids there were talking about the house that some guy had killed his family and that they say his two kids still live there waiting for their dad to come back but in the form of a clown. For a  moment I was thinking about the house we moved in and the noise I had heard in that room.  I told them where the house was located, they said near the Old Lake. I was so scared to go back home, but I had to go back for my family. 

When I got home I told my parents that we had to move away from her, but they said “ stop talking nonsense!” but I was not trying to stay the night here, so I had to search the house to see if they were real, and it was the end of the day and I still did not find them. At night it was the best to look for them but as I was walking in the hallway I got a bad feeling again. Then I heard a noise of little kid crying and the laughing of a clown, and it was not my little sisters crying, so I know something was wrong and I need to find the kids, but as I walked in the room and there was no kids but  I saw creepy toys around the room, but the one that  freaked me out the most was the clown that sat in the coroner of the room just staring at me.

I went to tell my dad about it but when I went back the clown was gone. My dad said I was just imagining things, but I know something was not right. I looked up the place where we lived  and it said that it was a clown living in the little kids room. I said there was no way I was going to live here. The next day passed and it was Friday, but as I walked home I heard a voice of a kid but, when I turned around the clown was standing there.I thought I was about to die but my dad honk and said to get in the car, I was more than happy to see him, I looked back and the clown waved at, I told my dad to look back at the clown but he did not see him. I was so scared of what  would happen when I got home.

 When we got home my mom was crying. She said she heard a noise and she looked in the room, then  she saw something and that thing tried to get her. She said that she was not going to stay here. Then we heard a loud scream from my little sister. We ran up and she said there's a scary monster in that room. 

We left but after a few days there were kids going missing! I had to do something. Then a loud truck stopped and it was my brother's truck. He came  and said if he could help get ridded of the clown. We went to the house with his friend, but I wished I did not take him. When we got to the house we went in and looked for the clown, We got in the room and the clown popped up and started to chase us so they said we had to burn the house down and the clown was catching up to us we had no author choice.

He said run then a hand popped out and pulled my brother in the fire,as I watched the house burn down, I knew he was a hero.After it was so hard for me because he wanted to help everyone and for something that was not his problem.