Day 1,

We finally arrived at our house in San Diego and I unpacked in my new room.  I’m doing this for my mom . I thought. We had to move here because our other job in Ohio didn’t give us a good pay and my father dying didn’t help. He got the better pay let us have a nice house but after he died my mom was struggling to keep the house. She couldn’t afford it because she was getting 30 dollars every 2 hours. I miss him so much. I remember him taking me to the pool in the backyard and he would carry me in the pool and I would think he had super strength but really it was the water making me 0 pounds. But, I miss his little lifts in the pool and his smile.  I loved him so much.

After, I was done unpacking and my mom and brother were done unpacking I went downstairs to spend time with my mom. I turned on the News. I saw on the TV that this little boy that lived in Greenville, South Carolina was playing in his backyard saw 2 clowns wandering in the woods that spotted him and asked if he wanted to come with them to their house. The little boy saw a path to a abandoned house with boarded up windows and new security systems. The little boy told his mother and the mother told the police and the police investigated the house interviewing them on TV. I turned it off. 

“ Mom, we're fine it’s in South Carolina not San Diego.” I said calming her down. 

Mom’s face was covered in horror as she knew that later on it would not just be South Carolina. 

                                                                                                1

Today, was my first day of school. I wasn’t excited. My dad would probably give me a little knuckle to my hair and say you got this. That’s all I needed right now. He made me feel like I was on top of the world without him I’m to the ground without him. 

I got on the bus for school today. I sat alone for I was nervous to make any interaction with other people right now. I started thinking about that clown sighting in South Carolina. Is it a hoax or is it real. The bus driver stopped at a stop sign. I looked outside the window for my eye caught a glimpse of a shadow. I looked out the window and I saw a tall man that had long fingers with white gloves on. He had a black hoodie and some jeans. He had a shiny bright object in his hand that looked almost like a knife but longer. He had something on his face...that was a clown mask. I started to freak out my eyes looking the other direction for it did not want to see no more. 

I looked behind the bus and the clown was running at the bus. Soon, slowing down for the bus was gone. 

I got off the bus and entered my house. 

“ How was your day William?” My mom asked,

“ It was fine.” I said quickly before running up the stairs.

I got out my computer and searched Clown Sightings. I found a lot of good stuff. I found out one of the killer clowns named Flomo Klown posted a lot of creepy stuff on his Facebook. That was pretty disturbing. Like, “ It’s going down tonight.” and “ I love kids.” Also, like “ Call us we want to play.” and “ See you at school.”  Some pretty disturbing stuff. I also, found out that they were supposedly going to attack on Halloween. That they were going to “play a little game.” All the evidence that they were going to attack on Halloween were all true and it gave me the chills. Also, I found out that some of the clowns were texting each other back in forth like Flomo Klown stating, “ I want to beat Mckee so bad Monday but they are so far away so here it is. Southlawn- Monday, Mckee-Tuesday, Bellingrath-Wednesday, Goodwyn-Thursday, Capitol Heights-Friday. Warning get ready to get y’all beat the F$#* High Schools Nxt Week IM SO READY.” 

                                                                                                  2

I woke up early because reading all the research really scared the heck out of me. I got on the bus. I sat down and relaxed because I needed to calm down. We stopped at the same stop sign where the accident happened and I looked out. I saw a little girl probably in here teens crying on the pavement. In the woods behind her I saw a shadow. I saw her look behind her and she screamed. The figure came out and it was a clown. It had a full colorful onesie colored with yellow, blue, red, and orange splattered with red blood. It’s mask looking like porcelain. The mask having a painted frown on it’s face. The red around the lips bright with color. The red around it’s eyes dark with horror. Two painted blue eyebrows on the mask down in sadness. The red traditional clown nose quiet with no sound.  

It honked its nose and hit her with it’s metal bat and she dropped to the floor. It put it’s hands under her armpits and dragged her into the woods. I froze in horror as a little girl was just dragged into the woods. I felt a surge of anxiety as the clown left leaving blood trails behind. I got more and more worried as it got closer to Halloween.

I couldn’t hold it back anymore I needed to tell my mom about these clowns. There is only 2 more days until Halloween and I needed to get my anxiety out. I got off the bus and ran inside. I searched for my mom. I found her in the kitchen. 

I told her everything about the clown sighting yesterday and the kidnapping today. I also, told her about how they might attack on Halloween.  Her face grew more and more terrified. If dad were here he would have gone to the stop sign and took care of the clowns. I wish he were here to know. 

My mom took me to a weapon shop near our school. I grabbed as many weapons as I could. We were ready for The Clown Purge. We bought a dagger, a machete, a shotgun, a handgun, and a swiss army knife. She drove home. If my dad were here we wouldn’t need weapons. He was so confident and brave. I got home and cut metal and boarded up the windows. I recharged and put new batteries in the security systems. We had to hurry tomorrow was Clown Day.  I was terrified to sleep because after sleep was death and mayhem. I put my knife next to my bed and fell asleep.

                                                                                               3

Clown Purge Day,

I got up early so the clowns couldn’t give any surprises. I looked outside about six times because I was nervous. I started feel like this was just a prank to scare us. I sat down on my bed. I relaxed a little. About, two minutes later I heard laughter outside my window. Like, a loud cackle from a witch. But, I immediately knew what it was. I looked outside my window and saw a killer clown laughing with a microphone in it’s hands. It had a yellow jumpsuit with it’s sleeves ripped off with a red and white sleeves under the jumpsuit. It had the classic red nose horn hanging off it’s nose. It had a painted white face and black streaks climbing down it’s eyes. The yellow jumpsuit having a little white collar ripped at the ends. It having black circles around it’s eyes. It had yellow rubber gloves on it’s hands. It having a slim red tie. It had black combat boots glimmering with steel. It having a red wig and a little red and yellow hat on it’s head. It having blood splatters on it’s jumpsuit and arms. It licking it’s knife to get rid of the blood. At last it spoke. It’s voiced cracked and sarcastic.

“ We just took over the United States. This ain't President Town it’s ClownTown now. I’m just warnin ya this is the official Clown Purge.” It said laughing hysterically and dancing around.

My heart started to race. Sirens blared the streets vibrating our house. I heard a knock at our door. I knew not to answer. I ran down and blocked the door. 

“ Little Piggies! Little Piggies! Let me in!” It said hitting the door with it’s hammer. 

The door vibrated with it’s force. The door cracked leaving a crack that looked like a J. It hit the door with such powerful force that the door gave in and their was a hole left in the door. My brother ran down and carried chairs to keep it stable. The clown reached it’s hands threw the hole and unlocked the door. The door alarms went off. The sound blaring and screechy. The clown screamed and covered its ears. 

“ I’ll go by the sliding door for the backyard so they don’t get in that way!” My brother screamed trying to get heard over the door alarm. 

“ Ok!” I said,

The door alarm finally went off.

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Silence for about two seconds. I heard multiple screams from outside. I heard knifes cutting back and forth into somebody’s abdomen. Mayhem has filled the streets nothing but chaos. I saw clowns fighting each other the stronger one winning and taking down the other. I saw people fight back on clowns only to get beaten and lay lifeless on the floor. I heard laughter and saw colors I never wanted to see again. I saw clowns on top of people choking them to death. 

I couldn’t stand looking out the broken door and I looked back where my brother was just for me to find an empty room. I walked towards the kitchen and I found blood splatter on the corner of the counter and on the wall. I saw the the slider was open and I looked out and saw a clown dragging my brother is legs dragging against the jagged concrete. 

It was wearing a black, red, and white jumpsuit. It having a pouch for its knife. Its jumpsuit having its left side of the jumpsuit striped with red and black. The stripes running all the way down to its calf. Its left arm having red and black polka dots running all the way up to its shoulder. It was about 6’4 and really strong. The right side of its body was polka dotted with its victims blood running all the way down to its calf. Its right arm striped with red and black running all the way up to the shoulder. It had a wrap-around collar that was splatter with blood. It had a clown mask with black hair sticking out of the sides of its head. The mask painted white. Its eyes yellow and soulless. The eyes having black circles around it. It’s mouth painted with a sinister smile. Black paint around the mouth outlining it’s sinister smile. It having black gloves. It having black combat boots with steel tips shining brightly.

I grabbed my metal bat and ran out of the house. I ran up to the clown which I did with ease for it was walking at a turtle pace. I swung it dropped my brother and caught the bat. It held the bat by its ribs which was easy for me to jab with the bat and hit it in the ribs. It grabbed its ribs in pain. I swung my bat at its knee and it dropped to the floor. I hit it in the head splitting its head open and its blood making a river down the stream. I grabbed my brother and put his arm over my shoulder and I dragged him back to our house. Trying to be as fast as I could not wanting to get slaughtered. 

                        5

I got inside and laid my brother on the tile. His legs were torn and ripped. His pants were ripped. Blood coming from his leg. Flesh showing. His head bashed in and bleeding. Blood trickling down his head. I put my ear to his heart afraid to know if he was alive or not. Nothing. No beat no sound. Silence. I cried. If only dad were here this would’ve never happened to him.  I got up I grabbed my knife. Sweat trickling down my face. My hair in my face from sweat. I saw the clown get up from the ground. Dragging its leg. I opened the slider. It got closer. I closed the slider. I took a step on the concrete. It at the gate of the fence. I took another step. I held my knife up. It opened the gate. It walked closer. We met face to face. I took a jab at the clown. It dodged and grabbed it and it held my wrist bending it back more and more. I heard slight cracks. I set my jaw trying to stop the screams. I tightened my fist and bended forward. My wrist no longer strong. 

I took a punch at it. It to slow to dodge. 

Its teeth bleeding. Its nose broken. It stumbled a little bit surprised at its new nose job. It tried to stab me. I grabbed the knife and twisted it towards its direction. I put force on the knife piercing into its stomach. It howled in pain. I drove the knife into it more and more. Its screams becoming louder. I pulled the knife out. It’s on the floor. Blood making our grass moist and colored. I wiped the knife on its clothes getting rid of the blood. My wrist limp. I walked back inside. Closing the slider. I locked it. I went into the living room and there stood two clowns. They looked identical. There clothes matching. The only difference were their gloves and weapons. 

The clowns were strong with muscles showing through there clothes. The first clown, had a mask that was plastic with a black elastic band holding the mask up on their face. The mask had very defined cheek bones. The eyes had little cut outs showing there stormy eyes. The mask had a painted on red nose. The mouth having a smile cut out with red paint around the cut out. The top of the eyes having little black dashes indicating that they have eyelashes. Black paint surrounding the eye sockets. Its outfit red, black, and white. Its suspenders red and ripping. Its suit pants black. There white dress shirt ripped with no sleeves. The shirt had blood splatter.

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They had a skinny black tie dangling from their neck. One of the clowns had black leather fingerless gloves with spikes at the knuckles. The other clown having leather fingerless glove with spikes on the knuckles. 

The clown that wore the white gloves had sharp shiny riddick blades ready to slice into me. The riddick blades having gold handles. The blade long and curved. The blade clean and ready to get dirty. 

The other clown with black gloves had a hatchet. The hatchet was short and perfect for it. The handle was a glazed wood that was a bright brown. It’s fingers clenched on the handle. The end of the blade sharpened to it’s pleasure. 

They waved at me. I was petrified. I ran into the kitchen as they chased after me. I grabbed my bat and I swung. I missed and the clown with the white gloves cut my forehead with its riddick blade. I screamed. The clown with the black gloves sliced his hatchet into my arm leaving a huge gash. The pain excruciating. I hit the clown with the riddick blades making it collapse. It holding its ribs in pain. I swung my bat again only to get hit in the head by the backend of the handle of the hatchet. I grabbed my head my hand covered in red blood. I screamed in pain. My mom ran down the steps with her shotgun ready. She reloaded her gun. The clown laughed for it thought she did not have the guts. She shot. Smoke behind the bullet. The metal bullet now in the clowns chest. It grabbing it’s chest. Blood sputtering from its mouth. It kneeling down in surprise. She reloaded the shells hitting the floor. She shot again this time hitting the clown in the neck. It laid still. The carpet stained with blood. She shot the other clown in the head ending it’s misery. She blew the smoke from her gun. I saw my brother awake and shivering on the couch for he did not want to see that side of mother. But that’s not what he was looking at he was looking at the closet where we store all the supplies for medicine and weapons. He pointed in fear. I followed his finger. I slowly picked my knife up. I walked over to the closet. I held up my knife. I slowly opened the closet. Their was a clown waving slowly for it has just been found. It lunged at me. I dodged and it ran into the couch hitting its chest. I grabbed it by the collar of its outfit and threw it to the ground. I had enough of this Clown Purge. I got on top of it and put my bat to its neck. Slowly pressing down on it choking it more and more.

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It gagging. It grabbed at my neck trying to choke me but I was too far to reach for it’s eyes were slowly closing. I pressed harder slightly breaking its neck. Its breathing slow and almost not there. I pressed really hard and broke its neck ending its misery. I got off of it. My arms tired from putting that restraint on it. I relaxed my arms. I grabbed my knife and saw my brother relaxing on the ground with his handgun beside him. I asked him to get up and he tried but collapsed back down. His legs were still wounded. The day was almost done for The Clown Purge was almost over. I sat down next to him. If only dad were here he would’ve never let this happen. I heard loud screams and realized it was my mom. She was in the kitchen. I ran over to the kitchen. My knife ready.      

   

I started packing up my room as my mother told me we were moving. I walked downstairs carrying my boxes. I set my boxes in our car. I closed the hatch and got in the car. I wasn’t happy where I was moving to. San Diego is not a place for me. It’s overpopulated and popular. Which means it’s known for problems. There is almost 25 crimes a day in San Diego. That’s a lot. I don’t trust overpopulated areas there's too many problems. Later did I know I was correct.

Day 1,

We finally arrived at our house in San Diego and I unpacked in my new room.  I’m doing this for my mom . I thought. We had to move here because our other job in Ohio didn’t give us a good pay and my father dying didn’t help. He got the better pay let us have a nice house but after he died my mom was struggling to keep the house. She couldn’t afford it because she was getting 30 dollars every 2 hours. I miss him so much. I remember him taking me to the pool in the backyard and he would carry me in the pool and I would think he had super strength but really it was the water making me 0 pounds. But, I miss his little lifts in the pool and his smile.  I loved him so much.

After, I was done unpacking and my mom and brother were done unpacking I went downstairs to spend time with my mom. I turned on the News. I saw on the TV that this little boy that lived in Greenville, South Carolina was playing in his backyard saw 2 clowns wandering in the woods that spotted him and asked if he wanted to come with them to their house. The little boy saw a path to a abandoned house with boarded up windows and new security systems. The little boy told his mother and the mother told the police and the police investigated the house interviewing them on TV. I turned it off. 

“ Mom, we're fine it’s in South Carolina not San Diego.” I said calming her down. 

Mom’s face was covered in horror as she knew that later on it would not just be South Carolina. 

                                                                                                1

Today, was my first day of school. I wasn’t excited. My dad would probably give me a little knuckle to my hair and say you got this. That’s all I needed right now. He made me feel like I was on top of the world without him I’m to the ground without him. 

I got on the bus for school today. I sat alone for I was nervous to make any interaction with other people right now. I started thinking about that clown sighting in South Carolina. Is it a hoax or is it real. The bus driver stopped at a stop sign. I looked outside the window for my eye caught a glimpse of a shadow. I looked out the window and I saw a tall man that had long fingers with white gloves on. He had a black hoodie and some jeans. He had a shiny bright object in his hand that looked almost like a knife but longer. He had something on his face...that was a clown mask. I started to freak out my eyes looking the other direction for it did not want to see no more. 

I looked behind the bus and the clown was running at the bus. Soon, slowing down for the bus was gone. 

I got off the bus and entered my house. 

“ How was your day William?” My mom asked,

“ It was fine.” I said quickly before running up the stairs.

I got out my computer and searched Clown Sightings. I found a lot of good stuff. I found out one of the killer clowns named Flomo Klown posted a lot of creepy stuff on his Facebook. That was pretty disturbing. Like, “ It’s going down tonight.” and “ I love kids.” Also, like “ Call us we want to play.” and “ See you at school.”  Some pretty disturbing stuff. I also, found out that they were supposedly going to attack on Halloween. That they were going to “play a little game.” All the evidence that they were going to attack on Halloween were all true and it gave me the chills. Also, I found out that some of the clowns were texting each other back in forth like Flomo Klown stating, “ I want to beat Mckee so bad Monday but they are so far away so here it is. Southlawn- Monday, Mckee-Tuesday, Bellingrath-Wednesday, Goodwyn-Thursday, Capitol Heights-Friday. Warning get ready to get y’all beat the F$#* High Schools Nxt Week IM SO READY.” 

                                                                                                  2

I woke up early because reading all the research really scared the heck out of me. I got on the bus. I sat down and relaxed because I needed to calm down. We stopped at the same stop sign where the accident happened and I looked out. I saw a little girl probably in here teens crying on the pavement. In the woods behind her I saw a shadow. I saw her look behind her and she screamed. The figure came out and it was a clown. It had a full colorful onesie colored with yellow, blue, red, and orange splattered with red blood. It’s mask looking like porcelain. The mask having a painted frown on it’s face. The red around the lips bright with color. The red around it’s eyes dark with horror. Two painted blue eyebrows on the mask down in sadness. The red traditional clown nose quiet with no sound.  

It honked its nose and hit her with it’s metal bat and she dropped to the floor. It put it’s hands under her armpits and dragged her into the woods. I froze in horror as a little girl was just dragged into the woods. I felt a surge of anxiety as the clown left leaving blood trails behind. I got more and more worried as it got closer to Halloween.

I couldn’t hold it back anymore I needed to tell my mom about these clowns. There is only 2 more days until Halloween and I needed to get my anxiety out. I got off the bus and ran inside. I searched for my mom. I found her in the kitchen. 

I told her everything about the clown sighting yesterday and the kidnapping today. I also, told her about how they might attack on Halloween.  Her face grew more and more terrified. If dad were here he would have gone to the stop sign and took care of the clowns. I wish he were here to know. 

My mom took me to a weapon shop near our school. I grabbed as many weapons as I could. We were ready for The Clown Purge. We bought a dagger, a machete, a shotgun, a handgun, and a swiss army knife. She drove home. If my dad were here we wouldn’t need weapons. He was so confident and brave. I got home and cut metal and boarded up the windows. I recharged and put new batteries in the security systems. We had to hurry tomorrow was Clown Day.  I was terrified to sleep because after sleep was death and mayhem. I put my knife next to my bed and fell asleep.

                                                                                               3

Clown Purge Day,

I got up early so the clowns couldn’t give any surprises. I looked outside about six times because I was nervous. I started feel like this was just a prank to scare us. I sat down on my bed. I relaxed a little. About, two minutes later I heard laughter outside my window. Like, a loud cackle from a witch. But, I immediately knew what it was. I looked outside my window and saw a killer clown laughing with a microphone in it’s hands. It had a yellow jumpsuit with it’s sleeves ripped off with a red and white sleeves under the jumpsuit. It had the classic red nose horn hanging off it’s nose. It had a painted white face and black streaks climbing down it’s eyes. The yellow jumpsuit having a little white collar ripped at the ends. It having black circles around it’s eyes. It had yellow rubber gloves on it’s hands. It having a slim red tie. It had black combat boots glimmering with steel. It having a red wig and a little red and yellow hat on it’s head. It having blood splatters on it’s jumpsuit and arms. It licking it’s knife to get rid of the blood. At last it spoke. It’s voiced cracked and sarcastic.

“ We just took over the United States. This ain't President Town it’s ClownTown now. I’m just warnin ya this is the official Clown Purge.” It said laughing hysterically and dancing around.

My heart started to race. Sirens blared the streets vibrating our house. I heard a knock at our door. I knew not to answer. I ran down and blocked the door. 

“ Little Piggies! Little Piggies! Let me in!” It said hitting the door with it’s hammer. 

The door vibrated with it’s force. The door cracked leaving a crack that looked like a J. It hit the door with such powerful force that the door gave in and their was a hole left in the door. My brother ran down and carried chairs to keep it stable. The clown reached it’s hands threw the hole and unlocked the door. The door alarms went off. The sound blaring and screechy. The clown screamed and covered its ears. 

“ I’ll go by the sliding door for the backyard so they don’t get in that way!” My brother screamed trying to get heard over the door alarm. 

“ Ok!” I said,

The door alarm finally went off.

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Silence for about two seconds. I heard multiple screams from outside. I heard knifes cutting back and forth into somebody’s abdomen. Mayhem has filled the streets nothing but chaos. I saw clowns fighting each other the stronger one winning and taking down the other. I saw people fight back on clowns only to get beaten and lay lifeless on the floor. I heard laughter and saw colors I never wanted to see again. I saw clowns on top of people choking them to death. 

I couldn’t stand looking out the broken door and I looked back where my brother was just for me to find an empty room. I walked towards the kitchen and I found blood splatter on the corner of the counter and on the wall. I saw the the slider was open and I looked out and saw a clown dragging my brother is legs dragging against the jagged concrete. 

It was wearing a black, red, and white jumpsuit. It having a pouch for its knife. Its jumpsuit having its left side of the jumpsuit striped with red and black. The stripes running all the way down to its calf. Its left arm having red and black polka dots running all the way up to its shoulder. It was about 6’4 and really strong. The right side of its body was polka dotted with its victims blood running all the way down to its calf. Its right arm striped with red and black running all the way up to the shoulder. It had a wrap-around collar that was splatter with blood. It had a clown mask with black hair sticking out of the sides of its head. The mask painted white. Its eyes yellow and soulless. The eyes having black circles around it. It’s mouth painted with a sinister smile. Black paint around the mouth outlining it’s sinister smile. It having black gloves. It having black combat boots with steel tips shining brightly.

I grabbed my metal bat and ran out of the house. I ran up to the clown which I did with ease for it was walking at a turtle pace. I swung it dropped my brother and caught the bat. It held the bat by its ribs which was easy for me to jab with the bat and hit it in the ribs. It grabbed its ribs in pain. I swung my bat at its knee and it dropped to the floor. I hit it in the head splitting its head open and its blood making a river down the stream. I grabbed my brother and put his arm over my shoulder and I dragged him back to our house. Trying to be as fast as I could not wanting to get slaughtered. 

                        5

I got inside and laid my brother on the tile. His legs were torn and ripped. His pants were ripped. Blood coming from his leg. Flesh showing. His head bashed in and bleeding. Blood trickling down his head. I put my ear to his heart afraid to know if he was alive or not. Nothing. No beat no sound. Silence. I cried. If only dad were here this would’ve never happened to him.  I got up I grabbed my knife. Sweat trickling down my face. My hair in my face from sweat. I saw the clown get up from the ground. Dragging its leg. I opened the slider. It got closer. I closed the slider. I took a step on the concrete. It at the gate of the fence. I took another step. I held my knife up. It opened the gate. It walked closer. We met face to face. I took a jab at the clown. It dodged and grabbed it and it held my wrist bending it back more and more. I heard slight cracks. I set my jaw trying to stop the screams. I tightened my fist and bended forward. My wrist no longer strong. 

I took a punch at it. It to slow to dodge. 

Its teeth bleeding. Its nose broken. It stumbled a little bit surprised at its new nose job. It tried to stab me. I grabbed the knife and twisted it towards its direction. I put force on the knife piercing into its stomach. It howled in pain. I drove the knife into it more and more. Its screams becoming louder. I pulled the knife out. It’s on the floor. Blood making our grass moist and colored. I wiped the knife on its clothes getting rid of the blood. My wrist limp. I walked back inside. Closing the slider. I locked it. I went into the living room and there stood two clowns. They looked identical. There clothes matching. The only difference were their gloves and weapons. 

The clowns were strong with muscles showing through there clothes. The first clown, had a mask that was plastic with a black elastic band holding the mask up on their face. The mask had very defined cheek bones. The eyes had little cut outs showing there stormy eyes. The mask had a painted on red nose. The mouth having a smile cut out with red paint around the cut out. The top of the eyes having little black dashes indicating that they have eyelashes. Black paint surrounding the eye sockets. Its outfit red, black, and white. Its suspenders red and ripping. Its suit pants black. There white dress shirt ripped with no sleeves. The shirt had blood splatter.

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They had a skinny black tie dangling from their neck. One of the clowns had black leather fingerless gloves with spikes at the knuckles. The other clown having leather fingerless glove with spikes on the knuckles. 

The clown that wore the white gloves had sharp shiny riddick blades ready to slice into me. The riddick blades having gold handles. The blade long and curved. The blade clean and ready to get dirty. 

The other clown with black gloves had a hatchet. The hatchet was short and perfect for it. The handle was a glazed wood that was a bright brown. It’s fingers clenched on the handle. The end of the blade sharpened to it’s pleasure. 

They waved at me. I was petrified. I ran into the kitchen as they chased after me. I grabbed my bat and I swung. I missed and the clown with the white gloves cut my forehead with its riddick blade. I screamed. The clown with the black gloves sliced his hatchet into my arm leaving a huge gash. The pain excruciating. I hit the clown with the riddick blades making it collapse. It holding its ribs in pain. I swung my bat again only to get hit in the head by the backend of the handle of the hatchet. I grabbed my head my hand covered in red blood. I screamed in pain. My mom ran down the steps with her shotgun ready. She reloaded her gun. The clown laughed for it thought she did not have the guts. She shot. Smoke behind the bullet. The metal bullet now in the clowns chest. It grabbing it’s chest. Blood sputtering from its mouth. It kneeling down in surprise. She reloaded the shells hitting the floor. She shot again this time hitting the clown in the neck. It laid still. The carpet stained with blood. She shot the other clown in the head ending it’s misery. She blew the smoke from her gun. I saw my brother awake and shivering on the couch for he did not want to see that side of mother. But that’s not what he was looking at he was looking at the closet where we store all the supplies for medicine and weapons. He pointed in fear. I followed his finger. I slowly picked my knife up. I walked over to the closet. I held up my knife. I slowly opened the closet. Their was a clown waving slowly for it has just been found. It lunged at me. I dodged and it ran into the couch hitting its chest. I grabbed it by the collar of its outfit and threw it to the ground. I had enough of this Clown Purge. I got on top of it and put my bat to its neck. Slowly pressing down on it choking it more and more.

                                                                                                  7

It gagging. It grabbed at my neck trying to choke me but I was too far to reach for it’s eyes were slowly closing. I pressed harder slightly breaking its neck. Its breathing slow and almost not there. I pressed really hard and broke its neck ending its misery. I got off of it. My arms tired from putting that restraint on it. I relaxed my arms. I grabbed my knife and saw my brother relaxing on the ground with his handgun beside him. I asked him to get up and he tried but collapsed back down. His legs were still wounded. The day was almost done for The Clown Purge was almost over. I sat down next to him. If only dad were here he would’ve never let this happen. I heard loud screams and realized it was my mom. She was in the kitchen. I ran over to the kitchen. My knife ready.      

   

  

                                   The Clown Purge

I started packing up my room as my mother told me we were moving. I walked downstairs carrying my boxes. I set my boxes in our car. I closed the hatch and got in the car. I wasn’t happy where I was moving to. San Diego is not a place for me. It’s overpopulated and popular. Which means it’s known for problems. There is almost 25 crimes a day in San Diego. That’s a lot. I don’t trust overpopulated areas there's too many problems. Later did I know I was correct.

Day 1,

We finally arrived at our house in San Diego and I unpacked in my new room.  I’m doing this for my mom . I thought. We had to move here because our other job in Ohio didn’t give us a good pay and my father dying didn’t help. He got the better pay let us have a nice house but after he died my mom was struggling to keep the house. She couldn’t afford it because she was getting 30 dollars every 2 hours. I miss him so much. I remember him taking me to the pool in the backyard and he would carry me in the pool and I would think he had super strength but really it was the water making me 0 pounds. But, I miss his little lifts in the pool and his smile.  I loved him so much.

After, I was done unpacking and my mom and brother were done unpacking I went downstairs to spend time with my mom. I turned on the News. I saw on the TV that this little boy that lived in Greenville, South Carolina was playing in his backyard saw 2 clowns wandering in the woods that spotted him and asked if he wanted to come with them to their house. The little boy saw a path to a abandoned house with boarded up windows and new security systems. The little boy told his mother and the mother told the police and the police investigated the house interviewing them on TV. I turned it off. 

“ Mom, we're fine it’s in South Carolina not San Diego.” I said calming her down. 

Mom’s face was covered in horror as she knew that later on it would not just be South Carolina. 

                                                                                                1

Today, was my first day of school. I wasn’t excited. My dad would probably give me a little knuckle to my hair and say you got this. That’s all I needed right now. He made me feel like I was on top of the world without him I’m to the ground without him. 

I got on the bus for school today. I sat alone for I was nervous to make any interaction with other people right now. I started thinking about that clown sighting in South Carolina. Is it a hoax or is it real. The bus driver stopped at a stop sign. I looked outside the window for my eye caught a glimpse of a shadow. I looked out the window and I saw a tall man that had long fingers with white gloves on. He had a black hoodie and some jeans. He had a shiny bright object in his hand that looked almost like a knife but longer. He had something on his face...that was a clown mask. I started to freak out my eyes looking the other direction for it did not want to see no more. 

I looked behind the bus and the clown was running at the bus. Soon, slowing down for the bus was gone. 

I got off the bus and entered my house. 

“ How was your day William?” My mom asked,

“ It was fine.” I said quickly before running up the stairs.

I got out my computer and searched Clown Sightings. I found a lot of good stuff. I found out one of the killer clowns named Flomo Klown posted a lot of creepy stuff on his Facebook. That was pretty disturbing. Like, “ It’s going down tonight.” and “ I love kids.” Also, like “ Call us we want to play.” and “ See you at school.”  Some pretty disturbing stuff. I also, found out that they were supposedly going to attack on Halloween. That they were going to “play a little game.” All the evidence that they were going to attack on Halloween were all true and it gave me the chills. Also, I found out that some of the clowns were texting each other back in forth like Flomo Klown stating, “ I want to beat Mckee so bad Monday but they are so far away so here it is. Southlawn- Monday, Mckee-Tuesday, Bellingrath-Wednesday, Goodwyn-Thursday, Capitol Heights-Friday. Warning get ready to get y’all beat the F$#* High Schools Nxt Week IM SO READY.” 

                                                                                                  2

I woke up early because reading all the research really scared the heck out of me. I got on the bus. I sat down and relaxed because I needed to calm down. We stopped at the same stop sign where the accident happened and I looked out. I saw a little girl probably in here teens crying on the pavement. In the woods behind her I saw a shadow. I saw her look behind her and she screamed. The figure came out and it was a clown. It had a full colorful onesie colored with yellow, blue, red, and orange splattered with red blood. It’s mask looking like porcelain. The mask having a painted frown on it’s face. The red around the lips bright with color. The red around it’s eyes dark with horror. Two painted blue eyebrows on the mask down in sadness. The red traditional clown nose quiet with no sound.  

It honked its nose and hit her with it’s metal bat and she dropped to the floor. It put it’s hands under her armpits and dragged her into the woods. I froze in horror as a little girl was just dragged into the woods. I felt a surge of anxiety as the clown left leaving blood trails behind. I got more and more worried as it got closer to Halloween.

I couldn’t hold it back anymore I needed to tell my mom about these clowns. There is only 2 more days until Halloween and I needed to get my anxiety out. I got off the bus and ran inside. I searched for my mom. I found her in the kitchen. 

I told her everything about the clown sighting yesterday and the kidnapping today. I also, told her about how they might attack on Halloween.  Her face grew more and more terrified. If dad were here he would have gone to the stop sign and took care of the clowns. I wish he were here to know. 

My mom took me to a weapon shop near our school. I grabbed as many weapons as I could. We were ready for The Clown Purge. We bought a dagger, a machete, a shotgun, a handgun, and a swiss army knife. She drove home. If my dad were here we wouldn’t need weapons. He was so confident and brave. I got home and cut metal and boarded up the windows. I recharged and put new batteries in the security systems. We had to hurry tomorrow was Clown Day.  I was terrified to sleep because after sleep was death and mayhem. I put my knife next to my bed and fell asleep.

                                                                                               3

Clown Purge Day,

I got up early so the clowns couldn’t give any surprises. I looked outside about six times because I was nervous. I started feel like this was just a prank to scare us. I sat down on my bed. I relaxed a little. About, two minutes later I heard laughter outside my window. Like, a loud cackle from a witch. But, I immediately knew what it was. I looked outside my window and saw a killer clown laughing with a microphone in it’s hands. It had a yellow jumpsuit with it’s sleeves ripped off with a red and white sleeves under the jumpsuit. It had the classic red nose horn hanging off it’s nose. It had a painted white face and black streaks climbing down it’s eyes. The yellow jumpsuit having a little white collar ripped at the ends. It having black circles around it’s eyes. It had yellow rubber gloves on it’s hands. It having a slim red tie. It had black combat boots glimmering with steel. It having a red wig and a little red and yellow hat on it’s head. It having blood splatters on it’s jumpsuit and arms. It licking it’s knife to get rid of the blood. At last it spoke. It’s voiced cracked and sarcastic.

“ We just took over the United States. This ain't President Town it’s ClownTown now. I’m just warnin ya this is the official Clown Purge.” It said laughing hysterically and dancing around.

My heart started to race. Sirens blared the streets vibrating our house. I heard a knock at our door. I knew not to answer. I ran down and blocked the door. 

“ Little Piggies! Little Piggies! Let me in!” It said hitting the door with it’s hammer. 

The door vibrated with it’s force. The door cracked leaving a crack that looked like a J. It hit the door with such powerful force that the door gave in and their was a hole left in the door. My brother ran down and carried chairs to keep it stable. The clown reached it’s hands threw the hole and unlocked the door. The door alarms went off. The sound blaring and screechy. The clown screamed and covered its ears. 

“ I’ll go by the sliding door for the backyard so they don’t get in that way!” My brother screamed trying to get heard over the door alarm. 

“ Ok!” I said,

The door alarm finally went off.

                                                                                                 4

Silence for about two seconds. I heard multiple screams from outside. I heard knifes cutting back and forth into somebody’s abdomen. Mayhem has filled the streets nothing but chaos. I saw clowns fighting each other the stronger one winning and taking down the other. I saw people fight back on clowns only to get beaten and lay lifeless on the floor. I heard laughter and saw colors I never wanted to see again. I saw clowns on top of people choking them to death. 

I couldn’t stand looking out the broken door and I looked back where my brother was just for me to find an empty room. I walked towards the kitchen and I found blood splatter on the corner of the counter and on the wall. I saw the the slider was open and I looked out and saw a clown dragging my brother is legs dragging against the jagged concrete. 

It was wearing a black, red, and white jumpsuit. It having a pouch for its knife. Its jumpsuit having its left side of the jumpsuit striped with red and black. The stripes running all the way down to its calf. Its left arm having red and black polka dots running all the way up to its shoulder. It was about 6’4 and really strong. The right side of its body was polka dotted with its victims blood running all the way down to its calf. Its right arm striped with red and black running all the way up to the shoulder. It had a wrap-around collar that was splatter with blood. It had a clown mask with black hair sticking out of the sides of its head. The mask painted white. Its eyes yellow and soulless. The eyes having black circles around it. It’s mouth painted with a sinister smile. Black paint around the mouth outlining it’s sinister smile. It having black gloves. It having black combat boots with steel tips shining brightly.

I grabbed my metal bat and ran out of the house. I ran up to the clown which I did with ease for it was walking at a turtle pace. I swung it dropped my brother and caught the bat. It held the bat by its ribs which was easy for me to jab with the bat and hit it in the ribs. It grabbed its ribs in pain. I swung my bat at its knee and it dropped to the floor. I hit it in the head splitting its head open and its blood making a river down the stream. I grabbed my brother and put his arm over my shoulder and I dragged him back to our house. Trying to be as fast as I could not wanting to get slaughtered. 

                        5

I got inside and laid my brother on the tile. His legs were torn and ripped. His pants were ripped. Blood coming from his leg. Flesh showing. His head bashed in and bleeding. Blood trickling down his head. I put my ear to his heart afraid to know if he was alive or not. Nothing. No beat no sound. Silence. I cried. If only dad were here this would’ve never happened to him.  I got up I grabbed my knife. Sweat trickling down my face. My hair in my face from sweat. I saw the clown get up from the ground. Dragging its leg. I opened the slider. It got closer. I closed the slider. I took a step on the concrete. It at the gate of the fence. I took another step. I held my knife up. It opened the gate. It walked closer. We met face to face. I took a jab at the clown. It dodged and grabbed it and it held my wrist bending it back more and more. I heard slight cracks. I set my jaw trying to stop the screams. I tightened my fist and bended forward. My wrist no longer strong. 

I took a punch at it. It to slow to dodge. 

Its teeth bleeding. Its nose broken. It stumbled a little bit surprised at its new nose job. It tried to stab me. I grabbed the knife and twisted it towards its direction. I put force on the knife piercing into its stomach. It howled in pain. I drove the knife into it more and more. Its screams becoming louder. I pulled the knife out. It’s on the floor. Blood making our grass moist and colored. I wiped the knife on its clothes getting rid of the blood. My wrist limp. I walked back inside. Closing the slider. I locked it. I went into the living room and there stood two clowns. They looked identical. There clothes matching. The only difference were their gloves and weapons. 

The clowns were strong with muscles showing through there clothes. The first clown, had a mask that was plastic with a black elastic band holding the mask up on their face. The mask had very defined cheek bones. The eyes had little cut outs showing there stormy eyes. The mask had a painted on red nose. The mouth having a smile cut out with red paint around the cut out. The top of the eyes having little black dashes indicating that they have eyelashes. Black paint surrounding the eye sockets. Its outfit red, black, and white. Its suspenders red and ripping. Its suit pants black. There white dress shirt ripped with no sleeves. The shirt had blood splatter.

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They had a skinny black tie dangling from their neck. One of the clowns had black leather fingerless gloves with spikes at the knuckles. The other clown having leather fingerless glove with spikes on the knuckles. 

The clown that wore the white gloves had sharp shiny riddick blades ready to slice into me. The riddick blades having gold handles. The blade long and curved. The blade clean and ready to get dirty. 

The other clown with black gloves had a hatchet. The hatchet was short and perfect for it. The handle was a glazed wood that was a bright brown. It’s fingers clenched on the handle. The end of the blade sharpened to it’s pleasure. 

They waved at me. I was petrified. I ran into the kitchen as they chased after me. I grabbed my bat and I swung. I missed and the clown with the white gloves cut my forehead with its riddick blade. I screamed. The clown with the black gloves sliced his hatchet into my arm leaving a huge gash. The pain excruciating. I hit the clown with the riddick blades making it collapse. It holding its ribs in pain. I swung my bat again only to get hit in the head by the backend of the handle of the hatchet. I grabbed my head my hand covered in red blood. I screamed in pain. My mom ran down the steps with her shotgun ready. She reloaded her gun. The clown laughed for it thought she did not have the guts. She shot. Smoke behind the bullet. The metal bullet now in the clowns chest. It grabbing it’s chest. Blood sputtering from its mouth. It kneeling down in surprise. She reloaded the shells hitting the floor. She shot again this time hitting the clown in the neck. It laid still. The carpet stained with blood. She shot the other clown in the head ending it’s misery. She blew the smoke from her gun. I saw my brother awake and shivering on the couch for he did not want to see that side of mother. But that’s not what he was looking at he was looking at the closet where we store all the supplies for medicine and weapons. He pointed in fear. I followed his finger. I slowly picked my knife up. I walked over to the closet. I held up my knife. I slowly opened the closet. Their was a clown waving slowly for it has just been found. It lunged at me. I dodged and it ran into the couch hitting its chest. I grabbed it by the collar of its outfit and threw it to the ground. I had enough of this Clown Purge. I got on top of it and put my bat to its neck. Slowly pressing down on it choking it more and more.

                                                                                                  7

It gagging. It grabbed at my neck trying to choke me but I was too far to reach for it’s eyes were slowly closing. I pressed harder slightly breaking its neck. Its breathing slow and almost not there. I pressed really hard and broke its neck ending its misery. I got off of it. My arms tired from putting that restraint on it. I relaxed my arms. I grabbed my knife and saw my brother relaxing on the ground with his handgun beside him. I asked him to get up and he tried but collapsed back down. His legs were still wounded. The day was almost done for The Clown Purge was almost over. I sat down next to him. If only dad were here he would’ve never let this happen. I heard loud screams and realized it was my mom. She was in the kitchen. I ran over to the kitchen. My knife ready.      

   

  

                                   The Clown Purge

I started packing up my room as my mother told me we were moving. I walked downstairs carrying my boxes. I set my boxes in our car. I closed the hatch and got in the car. I wasn’t happy where I was moving to. San Diego is not a place for me. It’s overpopulated and popular. Which means it’s known for problems. There is almost 25 crimes a day in San Diego. That’s a lot. I don’t trust overpopulated areas there's too many problems. Later did I know I was correct.

Day 1,

We finally arrived at our house in San Diego and I unpacked in my new room.  I’m doing this for my mom . I thought. We had to move here because our other job in Ohio didn’t give us a good pay and my father dying didn’t help. He got the better pay let us have a nice house but after he died my mom was struggling to keep the house. She couldn’t afford it because she was getting 30 dollars every 2 hours. I miss him so much. I remember him taking me to the pool in the backyard and he would carry me in the pool and I would think he had super strength but really it was the water making me 0 pounds. But, I miss his little lifts in the pool and his smile.  I loved him so much.

After, I was done unpacking and my mom and brother were done unpacking I went downstairs to spend time with my mom. I turned on the News. I saw on the TV that this little boy that lived in Greenville, South Carolina was playing in his backyard saw 2 clowns wandering in the woods that spotted him and asked if he wanted to come with them to their house. The little boy saw a path to a abandoned house with boarded up windows and new security systems. The little boy told his mother and the mother told the police and the police investigated the house interviewing them on TV. I turned it off. 

“ Mom, we're fine it’s in South Carolina not San Diego.” I said calming her down. 

Mom’s face was covered in horror as she knew that later on it would not just be South Carolina. 

                                                                                                1

Today, was my first day of school. I wasn’t excited. My dad would probably give me a little knuckle to my hair and say you got this. That’s all I needed right now. He made me feel like I was on top of the world without him I’m to the ground without him. 

I got on the bus for school today. I sat alone for I was nervous to make any interaction with other people right now. I started thinking about that clown sighting in South Carolina. Is it a hoax or is it real. The bus driver stopped at a stop sign. I looked outside the window for my eye caught a glimpse of a shadow. I looked out the window and I saw a tall man that had long fingers with white gloves on. He had a black hoodie and some jeans. He had a shiny bright object in his hand that looked almost like a knife but longer. He had something on his face...that was a clown mask. I started to freak out my eyes looking the other direction for it did not want to see no more. 

I looked behind the bus and the clown was running at the bus. Soon, slowing down for the bus was gone. 

I got off the bus and entered my house. 

“ How was your day William?” My mom asked,

“ It was fine.” I said quickly before running up the stairs.

I got out my computer and searched Clown Sightings. I found a lot of good stuff. I found out one of the killer clowns named Flomo Klown posted a lot of creepy stuff on his Facebook. That was pretty disturbing. Like, “ It’s going down tonight.” and “ I love kids.” Also, like “ Call us we want to play.” and “ See you at school.”  Some pretty disturbing stuff. I also, found out that they were supposedly going to attack on Halloween. That they were going to “play a little game.” All the evidence that they were going to attack on Halloween were all true and it gave me the chills. Also, I found out that some of the clowns were texting each other back in forth like Flomo Klown stating, “ I want to beat Mckee so bad Monday but they are so far away so here it is. Southlawn- Monday, Mckee-Tuesday, Bellingrath-Wednesday, Goodwyn-Thursday, Capitol Heights-Friday. Warning get ready to get y’all beat the F$#* High Schools Nxt Week IM SO READY.” 

                                                                                                  2

I woke up early because reading all the research really scared the heck out of me. I got on the bus. I sat down and relaxed because I needed to calm down. We stopped at the same stop sign where the accident happened and I looked out. I saw a little girl probably in here teens crying on the pavement. In the woods behind her I saw a shadow. I saw her look behind her and she screamed. The figure came out and it was a clown. It had a full colorful onesie colored with yellow, blue, red, and orange splattered with red blood. It’s mask looking like porcelain. The mask having a painted frown on it’s face. The red around the lips bright with color. The red around it’s eyes dark with horror. Two painted blue eyebrows on the mask down in sadness. The red traditional clown nose quiet with no sound.  

It honked its nose and hit her with it’s metal bat and she dropped to the floor. It put it’s hands under her armpits and dragged her into the woods. I froze in horror as a little girl was just dragged into the woods. I felt a surge of anxiety as the clown left leaving blood trails behind. I got more and more worried as it got closer to Halloween.

I couldn’t hold it back anymore I needed to tell my mom about these clowns. There is only 2 more days until Halloween and I needed to get my anxiety out. I got off the bus and ran inside. I searched for my mom. I found her in the kitchen. 

I told her everything about the clown sighting yesterday and the kidnapping today. I also, told her about how they might attack on Halloween.  Her face grew more and more terrified. If dad were here he would have gone to the stop sign and took care of the clowns. I wish he were here to know. 

My mom took me to a weapon shop near our school. I grabbed as many weapons as I could. We were ready for The Clown Purge. We bought a dagger, a machete, a shotgun, a handgun, and a swiss army knife. She drove home. If my dad were here we wouldn’t need weapons. He was so confident and brave. I got home and cut metal and boarded up the windows. I recharged and put new batteries in the security systems. We had to hurry tomorrow was Clown Day.  I was terrified to sleep because after sleep was death and mayhem. I put my knife next to my bed and fell asleep.

                                                                                               3

Clown Purge Day,

I got up early so the clowns couldn’t give any surprises. I looked outside about six times because I was nervous. I started feel like this was just a prank to scare us. I sat down on my bed. I relaxed a little. About, two minutes later I heard laughter outside my window. Like, a loud cackle from a witch. But, I immediately knew what it was. I looked outside my window and saw a killer clown laughing with a microphone in it’s hands. It had a yellow jumpsuit with it’s sleeves ripped off with a red and white sleeves under the jumpsuit. It had the classic red nose horn hanging off it’s nose. It had a painted white face and black streaks climbing down it’s eyes. The yellow jumpsuit having a little white collar ripped at the ends. It having black circles around it’s eyes. It had yellow rubber gloves on it’s hands. It having a slim red tie. It had black combat boots glimmering with steel. It having a red wig and a little red and yellow hat on it’s head. It having blood splatters on it’s jumpsuit and arms. It licking it’s knife to get rid of the blood. At last it spoke. It’s voiced cracked and sarcastic.

“ We just took over the United States. This ain't President Town it’s ClownTown now. I’m just warnin ya this is the official Clown Purge.” It said laughing hysterically and dancing around.

My heart started to race. Sirens blared the streets vibrating our house. I heard a knock at our door. I knew not to answer. I ran down and blocked the door. 

“ Little Piggies! Little Piggies! Let me in!” It said hitting the door with it’s hammer. 

The door vibrated with it’s force. The door cracked leaving a crack that looked like a J. It hit the door with such powerful force that the door gave in and their was a hole left in the door. My brother ran down and carried chairs to keep it stable. The clown reached it’s hands threw the hole and unlocked the door. The door alarms went off. The sound blaring and screechy. The clown screamed and covered its ears. 

“ I’ll go by the sliding door for the backyard so they don’t get in that way!” My brother screamed trying to get heard over the door alarm. 

“ Ok!” I said,

The door alarm finally went off.

                                                                                                 4

Silence for about two seconds. I heard multiple screams from outside. I heard knifes cutting back and forth into somebody’s abdomen. Mayhem has filled the streets nothing but chaos. I saw clowns fighting each other the stronger one winning and taking down the other. I saw people fight back on clowns only to get beaten and lay lifeless on the floor. I heard laughter and saw colors I never wanted to see again. I saw clowns on top of people choking them to death. 

I couldn’t stand looking out the broken door and I looked back where my brother was just for me to find an empty room. I walked towards the kitchen and I found blood splatter on the corner of the counter and on the wall. I saw the the slider was open and I looked out and saw a clown dragging my brother is legs dragging against the jagged concrete. 

It was wearing a black, red, and white jumpsuit. It having a pouch for its knife. Its jumpsuit having its left side of the jumpsuit striped with red and black. The stripes running all the way down to its calf. Its left arm having red and black polka dots running all the way up to its shoulder. It was about 6’4 and really strong. The right side of its body was polka dotted with its victims blood running all the way down to its calf. Its right arm striped with red and black running all the way up to the shoulder. It had a wrap-around collar that was splatter with blood. It had a clown mask with black hair sticking out of the sides of its head. The mask painted white. Its eyes yellow and soulless. The eyes having black circles around it. It’s mouth painted with a sinister smile. Black paint around the mouth outlining it’s sinister smile. It having black gloves. It having black combat boots with steel tips shining brightly.

I grabbed my metal bat and ran out of the house. I ran up to the clown which I did with ease for it was walking at a turtle pace. I swung it dropped my brother and caught the bat. It held the bat by its ribs which was easy for me to jab with the bat and hit it in the ribs. It grabbed its ribs in pain. I swung my bat at its knee and it dropped to the floor. I hit it in the head splitting its head open and its blood making a river down the stream. I grabbed my brother and put his arm over my shoulder and I dragged him back to our house. Trying to be as fast as I could not wanting to get slaughtered. 

                        5

I got inside and laid my brother on the tile. His legs were torn and ripped. His pants were ripped. Blood coming from his leg. Flesh showing. His head bashed in and bleeding. Blood trickling down his head. I put my ear to his heart afraid to know if he was alive or not. Nothing. No beat no sound. Silence. I cried. If only dad were here this would’ve never happened to him.  I got up I grabbed my knife. Sweat trickling down my face. My hair in my face from sweat. I saw the clown get up from the ground. Dragging its leg. I opened the slider. It got closer. I closed the slider. I took a step on the concrete. It at the gate of the fence. I took another step. I held my knife up. It opened the gate. It walked closer. We met face to face. I took a jab at the clown. It dodged and grabbed it and it held my wrist bending it back more and more. I heard slight cracks. I set my jaw trying to stop the screams. I tightened my fist and bended forward. My wrist no longer strong. 

I took a punch at it. It to slow to dodge. 

Its teeth bleeding. Its nose broken. It stumbled a little bit surprised at its new nose job. It tried to stab me. I grabbed the knife and twisted it towards its direction. I put force on the knife piercing into its stomach. It howled in pain. I drove the knife into it more and more. Its screams becoming louder. I pulled the knife out. It’s on the floor. Blood making our grass moist and colored. I wiped the knife on its clothes getting rid of the blood. My wrist limp. I walked back inside. Closing the slider. I locked it. I went into the living room and there stood two clowns. They looked identical. There clothes matching. The only difference were their gloves and weapons. 

The clowns were strong with muscles showing through there clothes. The first clown, had a mask that was plastic with a black elastic band holding the mask up on their face. The mask had very defined cheek bones. The eyes had little cut outs showing there stormy eyes. The mask had a painted on red nose. The mouth having a smile cut out with red paint around the cut out. The top of the eyes having little black dashes indicating that they have eyelashes. Black paint surrounding the eye sockets. Its outfit red, black, and white. Its suspenders red and ripping. Its suit pants black. There white dress shirt ripped with no sleeves. The shirt had blood splatter.

                                                                                                   6

They had a skinny black tie dangling from their neck. One of the clowns had black leather fingerless gloves with spikes at the knuckles. The other clown having leather fingerless glove with spikes on the knuckles. 

The clown that wore the white gloves had sharp shiny riddick blades ready to slice into me. The riddick blades having gold handles. The blade long and curved. The blade clean and ready to get dirty. 

The other clown with black gloves had a hatchet. The hatchet was short and perfect for it. The handle was a glazed wood that was a bright brown. It’s fingers clenched on the handle. The end of the blade sharpened to it’s pleasure. 

They waved at me. I was petrified. I ran into the kitchen as they chased after me. I grabbed my bat and I swung. I missed and the clown with the white gloves cut my forehead with its riddick blade. I screamed. The clown with the black gloves sliced his hatchet into my arm leaving a huge gash. The pain excruciating. I hit the clown with the riddick blades making it collapse. It holding its ribs in pain. I swung my bat again only to get hit in the head by the backend of the handle of the hatchet. I grabbed my head my hand covered in red blood. I screamed in pain. My mom ran down the steps with her shotgun ready. She reloaded her gun. The clown laughed for it thought she did not have the guts. She shot. Smoke behind the bullet. The metal bullet now in the clowns chest. It grabbing it’s chest. Blood sputtering from its mouth. It kneeling down in surprise. She reloaded the shells hitting the floor. She shot again this time hitting the clown in the neck. It laid still. The carpet stained with blood. She shot the other clown in the head ending it’s misery. She blew the smoke from her gun. I saw my brother awake and shivering on the couch for he did not want to see that side of mother. But that’s not what he was looking at he was looking at the closet where we store all the supplies for medicine and weapons. He pointed in fear. I followed his finger. I slowly picked my knife up. I walked over to the closet. I held up my knife. I slowly opened the closet. Their was a clown waving slowly for it has just been found. It lunged at me. I dodged and it ran into the couch hitting its chest. I grabbed it by the collar of its outfit and threw it to the ground. I had enough of this Clown Purge. I got on top of it and put my bat to its neck. Slowly pressing down on it choking it more and more.

                                                                                                  7

It gagging. It grabbed at my neck trying to choke me but I was too far to reach for it’s eyes were slowly closing. I pressed harder slightly breaking its neck. Its breathing slow and almost not there. I pressed really hard and broke its neck ending its misery. I got off of it. My arms tired from putting that restraint on it. I relaxed my arms. I grabbed my knife and saw my brother relaxing on the ground with his handgun beside him. I asked him to get up and he tried but collapsed back down. His legs were still wounded. The day was almost done for The Clown Purge was almost over. I sat down next to him. If only dad were here he would’ve never let this happen. I heard loud screams and realized it was my mom. She was in the kitchen. I ran over to the kitchen. My knife ready.      

   

  

                                   The Clown Purge

I started packing up my room as my mother told me we were moving. I walked downstairs carrying my boxes. I set my boxes in our car. I closed the hatch and got in the car. I wasn’t happy where I was moving to. San Diego is not a place for me. It’s overpopulated and popular. Which means it’s known for problems. There is almost 25 crimes a day in San Diego. That’s a lot. I don’t trust overpopulated areas there's too many problems. Later did I know I was correct.

Day 1,

We finally arrived at our house in San Diego and I unpacked in my new room.  I’m doing this for my mom . I thought. We had to move here because our other job in Ohio didn’t give us a good pay and my father dying didn’t help. He got the better pay let us have a nice house but after he died my mom was struggling to keep the house. She couldn’t afford it because she was getting 30 dollars every 2 hours. I miss him so much. I remember him taking me to the pool in the backyard and he would carry me in the pool and I would think he had super strength but really it was the water making me 0 pounds. But, I miss his little lifts in the pool and his smile.  I loved him so much.

After, I was done unpacking and my mom and brother were done unpacking I went downstairs to spend time with my mom. I turned on the News. I saw on the TV that this little boy that lived in Greenville, South Carolina was playing in his backyard saw 2 clowns wandering in the woods that spotted him and asked if he wanted to come with them to their house. The little boy saw a path to a abandoned house with boarded up windows and new security systems. The little boy told his mother and the mother told the police and the police investigated the house interviewing them on TV. I turned it off. 

“ Mom, we're fine it’s in South Carolina not San Diego.” I said calming her down. 

Mom’s face was covered in horror as she knew that later on it would not just be South Carolina. 

                                                                                                1

Today, was my first day of school. I wasn’t excited. My dad would probably give me a little knuckle to my hair and say you got this. That’s all I needed right now. He made me feel like I was on top of the world without him I’m to the ground without him. 

I got on the bus for school today. I sat alone for I was nervous to make any interaction with other people right now. I started thinking about that clown sighting in South Carolina. Is it a hoax or is it real. The bus driver stopped at a stop sign. I looked outside the window for my eye caught a glimpse of a shadow. I looked out the window and I saw a tall man that had long fingers with white gloves on. He had a black hoodie and some jeans. He had a shiny bright object in his hand that looked almost like a knife but longer. He had something on his face...that was a clown mask. I started to freak out my eyes looking the other direction for it did not want to see no more. 

I looked behind the bus and the clown was running at the bus. Soon, slowing down for the bus was gone. 

I got off the bus and entered my house. 

“ How was your day William?” My mom asked,

“ It was fine.” I said quickly before running up the stairs.

I got out my computer and searched Clown Sightings. I found a lot of good stuff. I found out one of the killer clowns named Flomo Klown posted a lot of creepy stuff on his Facebook. That was pretty disturbing. Like, “ It’s going down tonight.” and “ I love kids.” Also, like “ Call us we want to play.” and “ See you at school.”  Some pretty disturbing stuff. I also, found out that they were supposedly going to attack on Halloween. That they were going to “play a little game.” All the evidence that they were going to attack on Halloween were all true and it gave me the chills. Also, I found out that some of the clowns were texting each other back in forth like Flomo Klown stating, “ I want to beat Mckee so bad Monday but they are so far away so here it is. Southlawn- Monday, Mckee-Tuesday, Bellingrath-Wednesday, Goodwyn-Thursday, Capitol Heights-Friday. Warning get ready to get y’all beat the F$#* High Schools Nxt Week IM SO READY.” 

                                                                                                  2

I woke up early because reading all the research really scared the heck out of me. I got on the bus. I sat down and relaxed because I needed to calm down. We stopped at the same stop sign where the accident happened and I looked out. I saw a little girl probably in here teens crying on the pavement. In the woods behind her I saw a shadow. I saw her look behind her and she screamed. The figure came out and it was a clown. It had a full colorful onesie colored with yellow, blue, red, and orange splattered with red blood. It’s mask looking like porcelain. The mask having a painted frown on it’s face. The red around the lips bright with color. The red around it’s eyes dark with horror. Two painted blue eyebrows on the mask down in sadness. The red traditional clown nose quiet with no sound.  

It honked its nose and hit her with it’s metal bat and she dropped to the floor. It put it’s hands under her armpits and dragged her into the woods. I froze in horror as a little girl was just dragged into the woods. I felt a surge of anxiety as the clown left leaving blood trails behind. I got more and more worried as it got closer to Halloween.

I couldn’t hold it back anymore I needed to tell my mom about these clowns. There is only 2 more days until Halloween and I needed to get my anxiety out. I got off the bus and ran inside. I searched for my mom. I found her in the kitchen. 

I told her everything about the clown sighting yesterday and the kidnapping today. I also, told her about how they might attack on Halloween.  Her face grew more and more terrified. If dad were here he would have gone to the stop sign and took care of the clowns. I wish he were here to know. 

My mom took me to a weapon shop near our school. I grabbed as many weapons as I could. We were ready for The Clown Purge. We bought a dagger, a machete, a shotgun, a handgun, and a swiss army knife. She drove home. If my dad were here we wouldn’t need weapons. He was so confident and brave. I got home and cut metal and boarded up the windows. I recharged and put new batteries in the security systems. We had to hurry tomorrow was Clown Day.  I was terrified to sleep because after sleep was death and mayhem. I put my knife next to my bed and fell asleep.

                                                                                               3

Clown Purge Day,

I got up early so the clowns couldn’t give any surprises. I looked outside about six times because I was nervous. I started feel like this was just a prank to scare us. I sat down on my bed. I relaxed a little. About, two minutes later I heard laughter outside my window. Like, a loud cackle from a witch. But, I immediately knew what it was. I looked outside my window and saw a killer clown laughing with a microphone in it’s hands. It had a yellow jumpsuit with it’s sleeves ripped off with a red and white sleeves under the jumpsuit. It had the classic red nose horn hanging off it’s nose. It had a painted white face and black streaks climbing down it’s eyes. The yellow jumpsuit having a little white collar ripped at the ends. It having black circles around it’s eyes. It had yellow rubber gloves on it’s hands. It having a slim red tie. It had black combat boots glimmering with steel. It having a red wig and a little red and yellow hat on it’s head. It having blood splatters on it’s jumpsuit and arms. It licking it’s knife to get rid of the blood. At last it spoke. It’s voiced cracked and sarcastic.

“ We just took over the United States. This ain't President Town it’s ClownTown now. I’m just warnin ya this is the official Clown Purge.” It said laughing hysterically and dancing around.

My heart started to race. Sirens blared the streets vibrating our house. I heard a knock at our door. I knew not to answer. I ran down and blocked the door. 

“ Little Piggies! Little Piggies! Let me in!” It said hitting the door with it’s hammer. 

The door vibrated with it’s force. The door cracked leaving a crack that looked like a J. It hit the door with such powerful force that the door gave in and their was a hole left in the door. My brother ran down and carried chairs to keep it stable. The clown reached it’s hands threw the hole and unlocked the door. The door alarms went off. The sound blaring and screechy. The clown screamed and covered its ears. 

“ I’ll go by the sliding door for the backyard so they don’t get in that way!” My brother screamed trying to get heard over the door alarm. 

“ Ok!” I said,

The door alarm finally went off.

                                                                                                 4

Silence for about two seconds. I heard multiple screams from outside. I heard knifes cutting back and forth into somebody’s abdomen. Mayhem has filled the streets nothing but chaos. I saw clowns fighting each other the stronger one winning and taking down the other. I saw people fight back on clowns only to get beaten and lay lifeless on the floor. I heard laughter and saw colors I never wanted to see again. I saw clowns on top of people choking them to death. 

I couldn’t stand looking out the broken door and I looked back where my brother was just for me to find an empty room. I walked towards the kitchen and I found blood splatter on the corner of the counter and on the wall. I saw the the slider was open and I looked out and saw a clown dragging my brother is legs dragging against the jagged concrete. 

It was wearing a black, red, and white jumpsuit. It having a pouch for its knife. Its jumpsuit having its left side of the jumpsuit striped with red and black. The stripes running all the way down to its calf. Its left arm having red and black polka dots running all the way up to its shoulder. It was about 6’4 and really strong. The right side of its body was polka dotted with its victims blood running all the way down to its calf. Its right arm striped with red and black running all the way up to the shoulder. It had a wrap-around collar that was splatter with blood. It had a clown mask with black hair sticking out of the sides of its head. The mask painted white. Its eyes yellow and soulless. The eyes having black circles around it. It’s mouth painted with a sinister smile. Black paint around the mouth outlining it’s sinister smile. It having black gloves. It having black combat boots with steel tips shining brightly.

I grabbed my metal bat and ran out of the house. I ran up to the clown which I did with ease for it was walking at a turtle pace. I swung it dropped my brother and caught the bat. It held the bat by its ribs which was easy for me to jab with the bat and hit it in the ribs. It grabbed its ribs in pain. I swung my bat at its knee and it dropped to the floor. I hit it in the head splitting its head open and its blood making a river down the stream. I grabbed my brother and put his arm over my shoulder and I dragged him back to our house. Trying to be as fast as I could not wanting to get slaughtered. 

                        5

I got inside and laid my brother on the tile. His legs were torn and ripped. His pants were ripped. Blood coming from his leg. Flesh showing. His head bashed in and bleeding. Blood trickling down his head. I put my ear to his heart afraid to know if he was alive or not. Nothing. No beat no sound. Silence. I cried. If only dad were here this would’ve never happened to him.  I got up I grabbed my knife. Sweat trickling down my face. My hair in my face from sweat. I saw the clown get up from the ground. Dragging its leg. I opened the slider. It got closer. I closed the slider. I took a step on the concrete. It at the gate of the fence. I took another step. I held my knife up. It opened the gate. It walked closer. We met face to face. I took a jab at the clown. It dodged and grabbed it and it held my wrist bending it back more and more. I heard slight cracks. I set my jaw trying to stop the screams. I tightened my fist and bended forward. My wrist no longer strong. 

I took a punch at it. It to slow to dodge. 

Its teeth bleeding. Its nose broken. It stumbled a little bit surprised at its new nose job. It tried to stab me. I grabbed the knife and twisted it towards its direction. I put force on the knife piercing into its stomach. It howled in pain. I drove the knife into it more and more. Its screams becoming louder. I pulled the knife out. It’s on the floor. Blood making our grass moist and colored. I wiped the knife on its clothes getting rid of the blood. My wrist limp. I walked back inside. Closing the slider. I locked it. I went into the living room and there stood two clowns. They looked identical. There clothes matching. The only difference were their gloves and weapons. 

The clowns were strong with muscles showing through there clothes. The first clown, had a mask that was plastic with a black elastic band holding the mask up on their face. The mask had very defined cheek bones. The eyes had little cut outs showing there stormy eyes. The mask had a painted on red nose. The mouth having a smile cut out with red paint around the cut out. The top of the eyes having little black dashes indicating that they have eyelashes. Black paint surrounding the eye sockets. Its outfit red, black, and white. Its suspenders red and ripping. Its suit pants black. There white dress shirt ripped with no sleeves. The shirt had blood splatter.

                                                                                                   6

They had a skinny black tie dangling from their neck. One of the clowns had black leather fingerless gloves with spikes at the knuckles. The other clown having leather fingerless glove with spikes on the knuckles. 

The clown that wore the white gloves had sharp shiny riddick blades ready to slice into me. The riddick blades having gold handles. The blade long and curved. The blade clean and ready to get dirty. 

The other clown with black gloves had a hatchet. The hatchet was short and perfect for it. The handle was a glazed wood that was a bright brown. It’s fingers clenched on the handle. The end of the blade sharpened to it’s pleasure. 

They waved at me. I was petrified. I ran into the kitchen as they chased after me. I grabbed my bat and I swung. I missed and the clown with the white gloves cut my forehead with its riddick blade. I screamed. The clown with the black gloves sliced his hatchet into my arm leaving a huge gash. The pain excruciating. I hit the clown with the riddick blades making it collapse. It holding its ribs in pain. I swung my bat again only to get hit in the head by the backend of the handle of the hatchet. I grabbed my head my hand covered in red blood. I screamed in pain. My mom ran down the steps with her shotgun ready. She reloaded her gun. The clown laughed for it thought she did not have the guts. She shot. Smoke behind the bullet. The metal bullet now in the clowns chest. It grabbing it’s chest. Blood sputtering from its mouth. It kneeling down in surprise. She reloaded the shells hitting the floor. She shot again this time hitting the clown in the neck. It laid still. The carpet stained with blood. She shot the other clown in the head ending it’s misery. She blew the smoke from her gun. I saw my brother awake and shivering on the couch for he did not want to see that side of mother. But that’s not what he was looking at he was looking at the closet where we store all the supplies for medicine and weapons. He pointed in fear. I followed his finger. I slowly picked my knife up. I walked over to the closet. I held up my knife. I slowly opened the closet. Their was a clown waving slowly for it has just been found. It lunged at me. I dodged and it ran into the couch hitting its chest. I grabbed it by the collar of its outfit and threw it to the ground. I had enough of this Clown Purge. I got on top of it and put my bat to its neck. Slowly pressing down on it choking it more and more.

                                                                                                  7

It gagging. It grabbed at my neck trying to choke me but I was too far to reach for it’s eyes were slowly closing. I pressed harder slightly breaking its neck. Its breathing slow and almost not there. I pressed really hard and broke its neck ending its misery. I got off of it. My arms tired from putting that restraint on it. I relaxed my arms. I grabbed my knife and saw my brother relaxing on the ground with his handgun beside him. I asked him to get up and he tried but collapsed back down. His legs were still wounded. The day was almost done for The Clown Purge was almost over. I sat down next to him. If only dad were here he would’ve never let this happen. I heard loud screams and realized it was my mom. She was in the kitchen. I ran over to the kitchen. My knife ready.      

   

  

                                   The Clown Purge

I started packing up my room as my mother told me we were moving. I walked downstairs carrying my boxes. I set my boxes in our car. I closed the hatch and got in the car. I wasn’t happy where I was moving to. San Diego is not a place for me. It’s overpopulated and popular. Which means it’s known for problems. There is almost 25 crimes a day in San Diego. That’s a lot. I don’t trust overpopulated areas there's too many problems. Later did I know I was correct.

Day 1,

We finally arrived at our house in San Diego and I unpacked in my new room.  I’m doing this for my mom . I thought. We had to move here because our other job in Ohio didn’t give us a good pay and my father dying didn’t help. He got the better pay let us have a nice house but after he died my mom was struggling to keep the house. She couldn’t afford it because she was getting 30 dollars every 2 hours. I miss him so much. I remember him taking me to the pool in the backyard and he would carry me in the pool and I would think he had super strength but really it was the water making me 0 pounds. But, I miss his little lifts in the pool and his smile.  I loved him so much.

After, I was done unpacking and my mom and brother were done unpacking I went downstairs to spend time with my mom. I turned on the News. I saw on the TV that this little boy that lived in Greenville, South Carolina was playing in his backyard saw 2 clowns wandering in the woods that spotted him and asked if he wanted to come with them to their house. The little boy saw a path to a abandoned house with boarded up windows and new security systems. The little boy told his mother and the mother told the police and the police investigated the house interviewing them on TV. I turned it off. 

“ Mom, we're fine it’s in South Carolina not San Diego.” I said calming her down. 

Mom’s face was covered in horror as she knew that later on it would not just be South Carolina. 

                                                                                                1

Today, was my first day of school. I wasn’t excited. My dad would probably give me a little knuckle to my hair and say you got this. That’s all I needed right now. He made me feel like I was on top of the world without him I’m to the ground without him. 

I got on the bus for school today. I sat alone for I was nervous to make any interaction with other people right now. I started thinking about that clown sighting in South Carolina. Is it a hoax or is it real. The bus driver stopped at a stop sign. I looked outside the window for my eye caught a glimpse of a shadow. I looked out the window and I saw a tall man that had long fingers with white gloves on. He had a black hoodie and some jeans. He had a shiny bright object in his hand that looked almost like a knife but longer. He had something on his face...that was a clown mask. I started to freak out my eyes looking the other direction for it did not want to see no more. 

I looked behind the bus and the clown was running at the bus. Soon, slowing down for the bus was gone. 

I got off the bus and entered my house. 

“ How was your day William?” My mom asked,

“ It was fine.” I said quickly before running up the stairs.

I got out my computer and searched Clown Sightings. I found a lot of good stuff. I found out one of the killer clowns named Flomo Klown posted a lot of creepy stuff on his Facebook. That was pretty disturbing. Like, “ It’s going down tonight.” and “ I love kids.” Also, like “ Call us we want to play.” and “ See you at school.”  Some pretty disturbing stuff. I also, found out that they were supposedly going to attack on Halloween. That they were going to “play a little game.” All the evidence that they were going to attack on Halloween were all true and it gave me the chills. Also, I found out that some of the clowns were texting each other back in forth like Flomo Klown stating, “ I want to beat Mckee so bad Monday but they are so far away so here it is. Southlawn- Monday, Mckee-Tuesday, Bellingrath-Wednesday, Goodwyn-Thursday, Capitol Heights-Friday. Warning get ready to get y’all beat the F$#* High Schools Nxt Week IM SO READY.” 

                                                                                                  2

I woke up early because reading all the research really scared the heck out of me. I got on the bus. I sat down and relaxed because I needed to calm down. We stopped at the same stop sign where the accident happened and I looked out. I saw a little girl probably in here teens crying on the pavement. In the woods behind her I saw a shadow. I saw her look behind her and she screamed. The figure came out and it was a clown. It had a full colorful onesie colored with yellow, blue, red, and orange splattered with red blood. It’s mask looking like porcelain. The mask having a painted frown on it’s face. The red around the lips bright with color. The red around it’s eyes dark with horror. Two painted blue eyebrows on the mask down in sadness. The red traditional clown nose quiet with no sound.  

It honked its nose and hit her with it’s metal bat and she dropped to the floor. It put it’s hands under her armpits and dragged her into the woods. I froze in horror as a little girl was just dragged into the woods. I felt a surge of anxiety as the clown left leaving blood trails behind. I got more and more worried as it got closer to Halloween.

I couldn’t hold it back anymore I needed to tell my mom about these clowns. There is only 2 more days until Halloween and I needed to get my anxiety out. I got off the bus and ran inside. I searched for my mom. I found her in the kitchen. 

I told her everything about the clown sighting yesterday and the kidnapping today. I also, told her about how they might attack on Halloween.  Her face grew more and more terrified. If dad were here he would have gone to the stop sign and took care of the clowns. I wish he were here to know. 

My mom took me to a weapon shop near our school. I grabbed as many weapons as I could. We were ready for The Clown Purge. We bought a dagger, a machete, a shotgun, a handgun, and a swiss army knife. She drove home. If my dad were here we wouldn’t need weapons. He was so confident and brave. I got home and cut metal and boarded up the windows. I recharged and put new batteries in the security systems. We had to hurry tomorrow was Clown Day.  I was terrified to sleep because after sleep was death and mayhem. I put my knife next to my bed and fell asleep.

                                                                                               3

Clown Purge Day,

I got up early so the clowns couldn’t give any surprises. I looked outside about six times because I was nervous. I started feel like this was just a prank to scare us. I sat down on my bed. I relaxed a little. About, two minutes later I heard laughter outside my window. Like, a loud cackle from a witch. But, I immediately knew what it was. I looked outside my window and saw a killer clown laughing with a microphone in it’s hands. It had a yellow jumpsuit with it’s sleeves ripped off with a red and white sleeves under the jumpsuit. It had the classic red nose horn hanging off it’s nose. It had a painted white face and black streaks climbing down it’s eyes. The yellow jumpsuit having a little white collar ripped at the ends. It having black circles around it’s eyes. It had yellow rubber gloves on it’s hands. It having a slim red tie. It had black combat boots glimmering with steel. It having a red wig and a little red and yellow hat on it’s head. It having blood splatters on it’s jumpsuit and arms. It licking it’s knife to get rid of the blood. At last it spoke. It’s voiced cracked and sarcastic.

“ We just took over the United States. This ain't President Town it’s ClownTown now. I’m just warnin ya this is the official Clown Purge.” It said laughing hysterically and dancing around.

My heart started to race. Sirens blared the streets vibrating our house. I heard a knock at our door. I knew not to answer. I ran down and blocked the door. 

“ Little Piggies! Little Piggies! Let me in!” It said hitting the door with it’s hammer. 

The door vibrated with it’s force. The door cracked leaving a crack that looked like a J. It hit the door with such powerful force that the door gave in and their was a hole left in the door. My brother ran down and carried chairs to keep it stable. The clown reached it’s hands threw the hole and unlocked the door. The door alarms went off. The sound blaring and screechy. The clown screamed and covered its ears. 

“ I’ll go by the sliding door for the backyard so they don’t get in that way!” My brother screamed trying to get heard over the door alarm. 

“ Ok!” I said,

The door alarm finally went off.

                                                                                                 4

Silence for about two seconds. I heard multiple screams from outside. I heard knifes cutting back and forth into somebody’s abdomen. Mayhem has filled the streets nothing but chaos. I saw clowns fighting each other the stronger one winning and taking down the other. I saw people fight back on clowns only to get beaten and lay lifeless on the floor. I heard laughter and saw colors I never wanted to see again. I saw clowns on top of people choking them to death. 

I couldn’t stand looking out the broken door and I looked back where my brother was just for me to find an empty room. I walked towards the kitchen and I found blood splatter on the corner of the counter and on the wall. I saw the the slider was open and I looked out and saw a clown dragging my brother is legs dragging against the jagged concrete. 

It was wearing a black, red, and white jumpsuit. It having a pouch for its knife. Its jumpsuit having its left side of the jumpsuit striped with red and black. The stripes running all the way down to its calf. Its left arm having red and black polka dots running all the way up to its shoulder. It was about 6’4 and really strong. The right side of its body was polka dotted with its victims blood running all the way down to its calf. Its right arm striped with red and black running all the way up to the shoulder. It had a wrap-around collar that was splatter with blood. It had a clown mask with black hair sticking out of the sides of its head. The mask painted white. Its eyes yellow and soulless. The eyes having black circles around it. It’s mouth painted with a sinister smile. Black paint around the mouth outlining it’s sinister smile. It having black gloves. It having black combat boots with steel tips shining brightly.

I grabbed my metal bat and ran out of the house. I ran up to the clown which I did with ease for it was walking at a turtle pace. I swung it dropped my brother and caught the bat. It held the bat by its ribs which was easy for me to jab with the bat and hit it in the ribs. It grabbed its ribs in pain. I swung my bat at its knee and it dropped to the floor. I hit it in the head splitting its head open and its blood making a river down the stream. I grabbed my brother and put his arm over my shoulder and I dragged him back to our house. Trying to be as fast as I could not wanting to get slaughtered. 

                        5

I got inside and laid my brother on the tile. His legs were torn and ripped. His pants were ripped. Blood coming from his leg. Flesh showing. His head bashed in and bleeding. Blood trickling down his head. I put my ear to his heart afraid to know if he was alive or not. Nothing. No beat no sound. Silence. I cried. If only dad were here this would’ve never happened to him.  I got up I grabbed my knife. Sweat trickling down my face. My hair in my face from sweat. I saw the clown get up from the ground. Dragging its leg. I opened the slider. It got closer. I closed the slider. I took a step on the concrete. It at the gate of the fence. I took another step. I held my knife up. It opened the gate. It walked closer. We met face to face. I took a jab at the clown. It dodged and grabbed it and it held my wrist bending it back more and more. I heard slight cracks. I set my jaw trying to stop the screams. I tightened my fist and bended forward. My wrist no longer strong. 

I took a punch at it. It to slow to dodge. 

Its teeth bleeding. Its nose broken. It stumbled a little bit surprised at its new nose job. It tried to stab me. I grabbed the knife and twisted it towards its direction. I put force on the knife piercing into its stomach. It howled in pain. I drove the knife into it more and more. Its screams becoming louder. I pulled the knife out. It’s on the floor. Blood making our grass moist and colored. I wiped the knife on its clothes getting rid of the blood. My wrist limp. I walked back inside. Closing the slider. I locked it. I went into the living room and there stood two clowns. They looked identical. There clothes matching. The only difference were their gloves and weapons. 

The clowns were strong with muscles showing through there clothes. The first clown, had a mask that was plastic with a black elastic band holding the mask up on their face. The mask had very defined cheek bones. The eyes had little cut outs showing there stormy eyes. The mask had a painted on red nose. The mouth having a smile cut out with red paint around the cut out. The top of the eyes having little black dashes indicating that they have eyelashes. Black paint surrounding the eye sockets. Its outfit red, black, and white. Its suspenders red and ripping. Its suit pants black. There white dress shirt ripped with no sleeves. The shirt had blood splatter.

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They had a skinny black tie dangling from their neck. One of the clowns had black leather fingerless gloves with spikes at the knuckles. The other clown having leather fingerless glove with spikes on the knuckles. 

The clown that wore the white gloves had sharp shiny riddick blades ready to slice into me. The riddick blades having gold handles. The blade long and curved. The blade clean and ready to get dirty. 

The other clown with black gloves had a hatchet. The hatchet was short and perfect for it. The handle was a glazed wood that was a bright brown. It’s fingers clenched on the handle. The end of the blade sharpened to it’s pleasure. 

They waved at me. I was petrified. I ran into the kitchen as they chased after me. I grabbed my bat and I swung. I missed and the clown with the white gloves cut my forehead with its riddick blade. I screamed. The clown with the black gloves sliced his hatchet into my arm leaving a huge gash. The pain excruciating. I hit the clown with the riddick blades making it collapse. It holding its ribs in pain. I swung my bat again only to get hit in the head by the backend of the handle of the hatchet. I grabbed my head my hand covered in red blood. I screamed in pain. My mom ran down the steps with her shotgun ready. She reloaded her gun. The clown laughed for it thought she did not have the guts. She shot. Smoke behind the bullet. The metal bullet now in the clowns chest. It grabbing it’s chest. Blood sputtering from its mouth. It kneeling down in surprise. She reloaded the shells hitting the floor. She shot again this time hitting the clown in the neck. It laid still. The carpet stained with blood. She shot the other clown in the head ending it’s misery. She blew the smoke from her gun. I saw my brother awake and shivering on the couch for he did not want to see that side of mother. But that’s not what he was looking at he was looking at the closet where we store all the supplies for medicine and weapons. He pointed in fear. I followed his finger. I slowly picked my knife up. I walked over to the closet. I held up my knife. I slowly opened the closet. Their was a clown waving slowly for it has just been found. It lunged at me. I dodged and it ran into the couch hitting its chest. I grabbed it by the collar of its outfit and threw it to the ground. I had enough of this Clown Purge. I got on top of it and put my bat to its neck. Slowly pressing down on it choking it more and more.

                                                                                                  7

It gagging. It grabbed at my neck trying to choke me but I was too far to reach for it’s eyes were slowly closing. I pressed harder slightly breaking its neck. Its breathing slow and almost not there. I pressed really hard and broke its neck ending its misery. I got off of it. My arms tired from putting that restraint on it. I relaxed my arms. I grabbed my knife and saw my brother relaxing on the ground with his handgun beside him. I asked him to get up and he tried but collapsed back down. His legs were still wounded. The day was almost done for The Clown Purge was almost over. I sat down next to him. If only dad were here he would’ve never let this happen. I heard loud screams and realized it was my mom. She was in the kitchen. I ran over to the kitchen. My knife ready.      

   

  

                                   The Clown Purge

I started packing up my room as my mother told me we were moving. I walked downstairs carrying my boxes. I set my boxes in our car. I closed the hatch and got in the car. I wasn’t happy where I was moving to. San Diego is not a place for me. It’s overpopulated and popular. Which means it’s known for problems. There is almost 25 crimes a day in San Diego. That’s a lot. I don’t trust overpopulated areas there's too many problems. Later did I know I was correct.

Day 1,

We finally arrived at our house in San Diego and I unpacked in my new room.  I’m doing this for my mom . I thought. We had to move here because our other job in Ohio didn’t give us a good pay and my father dying didn’t help. He got the better pay let us have a nice house but after he died my mom was struggling to keep the house. She couldn’t afford it because she was getting 30 dollars every 2 hours. I miss him so much. I remember him taking me to the pool in the backyard and he would carry me in the pool and I would think he had super strength but really it was the water making me 0 pounds. But, I miss his little lifts in the pool and his smile.  I loved him so much.

After, I was done unpacking and my mom and brother were done unpacking I went downstairs to spend time with my mom. I turned on the News. I saw on the TV that this little boy that lived in Greenville, South Carolina was playing in his backyard saw 2 clowns wandering in the woods that spotted him and asked if he wanted to come with them to their house. The little boy saw a path to a abandoned house with boarded up windows and new security systems. The little boy told his mother and the mother told the police and the police investigated the house interviewing them on TV. I turned it off. 

“ Mom, we're fine it’s in South Carolina not San Diego.” I said calming her down. 

Mom’s face was covered in horror as she knew that later on it would not just be South Carolina. 

                                                                                                1

Today, was my first day of school. I wasn’t excited. My dad would probably give me a little knuckle to my hair and say you got this. That’s all I needed right now. He made me feel like I was on top of the world without him I’m to the ground without him. 

I got on the bus for school today. I sat alone for I was nervous to make any interaction with other people right now. I started thinking about that clown sighting in South Carolina. Is it a hoax or is it real. The bus driver stopped at a stop sign. I looked outside the window for my eye caught a glimpse of a shadow. I looked out the window and I saw a tall man that had long fingers with white gloves on. He had a black hoodie and some jeans. He had a shiny bright object in his hand that looked almost like a knife but longer. He had something on his face...that was a clown mask. I started to freak out my eyes looking the other direction for it did not want to see no more. 

I looked behind the bus and the clown was running at the bus. Soon, slowing down for the bus was gone. 

I got off the bus and entered my house. 

“ How was your day William?” My mom asked,

“ It was fine.” I said quickly before running up the stairs.

I got out my computer and searched Clown Sightings. I found a lot of good stuff. I found out one of the killer clowns named Flomo Klown posted a lot of creepy stuff on his Facebook. That was pretty disturbing. Like, “ It’s going down tonight.” and “ I love kids.” Also, like “ Call us we want to play.” and “ See you at school.”  Some pretty disturbing stuff. I also, found out that they were supposedly going to attack on Halloween. That they were going to “play a little game.” All the evidence that they were going to attack on Halloween were all true and it gave me the chills. Also, I found out that some of the clowns were texting each other back in forth like Flomo Klown stating, “ I want to beat Mckee so bad Monday but they are so far away so here it is. Southlawn- Monday, Mckee-Tuesday, Bellingrath-Wednesday, Goodwyn-Thursday, Capitol Heights-Friday. Warning get ready to get y’all beat the F$#* High Schools Nxt Week IM SO READY.” 

                                                                                                  2

I woke up early because reading all the research really scared the heck out of me. I got on the bus. I sat down and relaxed because I needed to calm down. We stopped at the same stop sign where the accident happened and I looked out. I saw a little girl probably in here teens crying on the pavement. In the woods behind her I saw a shadow. I saw her look behind her and she screamed. The figure came out and it was a clown. It had a full colorful onesie colored with yellow, blue, red, and orange splattered with red blood. It’s mask looking like porcelain. The mask having a painted frown on it’s face. The red around the lips bright with color. The red around it’s eyes dark with horror. Two painted blue eyebrows on the mask down in sadness. The red traditional clown nose quiet with no sound.  

It honked its nose and hit her with it’s metal bat and she dropped to the floor. It put it’s hands under her armpits and dragged her into the woods. I froze in horror as a little girl was just dragged into the woods. I felt a surge of anxiety as the clown left leaving blood trails behind. I got more and more worried as it got closer to Halloween.

I couldn’t hold it back anymore I needed to tell my mom about these clowns. There is only 2 more days until Halloween and I needed to get my anxiety out. I got off the bus and ran inside. I searched for my mom. I found her in the kitchen. 

I told her everything about the clown sighting yesterday and the kidnapping today. I also, told her about how they might attack on Halloween.  Her face grew more and more terrified. If dad were here he would have gone to the stop sign and took care of the clowns. I wish he were here to know. 

My mom took me to a weapon shop near our school. I grabbed as many weapons as I could. We were ready for The Clown Purge. We bought a dagger, a machete, a shotgun, a handgun, and a swiss army knife. She drove home. If my dad were here we wouldn’t need weapons. He was so confident and brave. I got home and cut metal and boarded up the windows. I recharged and put new batteries in the security systems. We had to hurry tomorrow was Clown Day.  I was terrified to sleep because after sleep was death and mayhem. I put my knife next to my bed and fell asleep.

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Clown Purge Day,

I got up early so the clowns couldn’t give any surprises. I looked outside about six times because I was nervous. I started feel like this was just a prank to scare us. I sat down on my bed. I relaxed a little. About, two minutes later I heard laughter outside my window. Like, a loud cackle from a witch. But, I immediately knew what it was. I looked outside my window and saw a killer clown laughing with a microphone in it’s hands. It had a yellow jumpsuit with it’s sleeves ripped off with a red and white sleeves under the jumpsuit. It had the classic red nose horn hanging off it’s nose. It had a painted white face and black streaks climbing down it’s eyes. The yellow jumpsuit having a little white collar ripped at the ends. It having black circles around it’s eyes. It had yellow rubber gloves on it’s hands. It having a slim red tie. It had black combat boots glimmering with steel. It having a red wig and a little red and yellow hat on it’s head. It having blood splatters on it’s jumpsuit and arms. It licking it’s knife to get rid of the blood. At last it spoke. It’s voiced cracked and sarcastic.

“ We just took over the United States. This ain't President Town it’s ClownTown now. I’m just warnin ya this is the official Clown Purge.” It said laughing hysterically and dancing around.

My heart started to race. Sirens blared the streets vibrating our house. I heard a knock at our door. I knew not to answer. I ran down and blocked the door. 

“ Little Piggies! Little Piggies! Let me in!” It said hitting the door with it’s hammer. 

The door vibrated with it’s force. The door cracked leaving a crack that looked like a J. It hit the door with such powerful force that the door gave in and their was a hole left in the door. My brother ran down and carried chairs to keep it stable. The clown reached it’s hands threw the hole and unlocked the door. The door alarms went off. The sound blaring and screechy. The clown screamed and covered its ears. 

“ I’ll go by the sliding door for the backyard so they don’t get in that way!” My brother screamed trying to get heard over the door alarm. 

“ Ok!” I said,

The door alarm finally went off.

                                                                                                 4

Silence for about two seconds. I heard multiple screams from outside. I heard knifes cutting back and forth into somebody’s abdomen. Mayhem has filled the streets nothing but chaos. I saw clowns fighting each other the stronger one winning and taking down the other. I saw people fight back on clowns only to get beaten and lay lifeless on the floor. I heard laughter and saw colors I never wanted to see again. I saw clowns on top of people choking them to death. 

I couldn’t stand looking out the broken door and I looked back where my brother was just for me to find an empty room. I walked towards the kitchen and I found blood splatter on the corner of the counter and on the wall. I saw the the slider was open and I looked out and saw a clown dragging my brother is legs dragging against the jagged concrete. 

It was wearing a black, red, and white jumpsuit. It having a pouch for its knife. Its jumpsuit having its left side of the jumpsuit striped with red and black. The stripes running all the way down to its calf. Its left arm having red and black polka dots running all the way up to its shoulder. It was about 6’4 and really strong. The right side of its body was polka dotted with its victims blood running all the way down to its calf. Its right arm striped with red and black running all the way up to the shoulder. It had a wrap-around collar that was splatter with blood. It had a clown mask with black hair sticking out of the sides of its head. The mask painted white. Its eyes yellow and soulless. The eyes having black circles around it. It’s mouth painted with a sinister smile. Black paint around the mouth outlining it’s sinister smile. It having black gloves. It having black combat boots with steel tips shining brightly.

I grabbed my metal bat and ran out of the house. I ran up to the clown which I did with ease for it was walking at a turtle pace. I swung it dropped my brother and caught the bat. It held the bat by its ribs which was easy for me to jab with the bat and hit it in the ribs. It grabbed its ribs in pain. I swung my bat at its knee and it dropped to the floor. I hit it in the head splitting its head open and its blood making a river down the stream. I grabbed my brother and put his arm over my shoulder and I dragged him back to our house. Trying to be as fast as I could not wanting to get slaughtered. 

                        5

I got inside and laid my brother on the tile. His legs were torn and ripped. His pants were ripped. Blood coming from his leg. Flesh showing. His head bashed in and bleeding. Blood trickling down his head. I put my ear to his heart afraid to know if he was alive or not. Nothing. No beat no sound. Silence. I cried. If only dad were here this would’ve never happened to him.  I got up I grabbed my knife. Sweat trickling down my face. My hair in my face from sweat. I saw the clown get up from the ground. Dragging its leg. I opened the slider. It got closer. I closed the slider. I took a step on the concrete. It at the gate of the fence. I took another step. I held my knife up. It opened the gate. It walked closer. We met face to face. I took a jab at the clown. It dodged and grabbed it and it held my wrist bending it back more and more. I heard slight cracks. I set my jaw trying to stop the screams. I tightened my fist and bended forward. My wrist no longer strong. 

I took a punch at it. It to slow to dodge. 

Its teeth bleeding. Its nose broken. It stumbled a little bit surprised at its new nose job. It tried to stab me. I grabbed the knife and twisted it towards its direction. I put force on the knife piercing into its stomach. It howled in pain. I drove the knife into it more and more. Its screams becoming louder. I pulled the knife out. It’s on the floor. Blood making our grass moist and colored. I wiped the knife on its clothes getting rid of the blood. My wrist limp. I walked back inside. Closing the slider. I locked it. I went into the living room and there stood two clowns. They looked identical. There clothes matching. The only difference were their gloves and weapons. 

The clowns were strong with muscles showing through there clothes. The first clown, had a mask that was plastic with a black elastic band holding the mask up on their face. The mask had very defined cheek bones. The eyes had little cut outs showing there stormy eyes. The mask had a painted on red nose. The mouth having a smile cut out with red paint around the cut out. The top of the eyes having little black dashes indicating that they have eyelashes. Black paint surrounding the eye sockets. Its outfit red, black, and white. Its suspenders red and ripping. Its suit pants black. There white dress shirt ripped with no sleeves. The shirt had blood splatter.

                                                                                                   6

They had a skinny black tie dangling from their neck. One of the clowns had black leather fingerless gloves with spikes at the knuckles. The other clown having leather fingerless glove with spikes on the knuckles. 

The clown that wore the white gloves had sharp shiny riddick blades ready to slice into me. The riddick blades having gold handles. The blade long and curved. The blade clean and ready to get dirty. 

The other clown with black gloves had a hatchet. The hatchet was short and perfect for it. The handle was a glazed wood that was a bright brown. It’s fingers clenched on the handle. The end of the blade sharpened to it’s pleasure. 

They waved at me. I was petrified. I ran into the kitchen as they chased after me. I grabbed my bat and I swung. I missed and the clown with the white gloves cut my forehead with its riddick blade. I screamed. The clown with the black gloves sliced his hatchet into my arm leaving a huge gash. The pain excruciating. I hit the clown with the riddick blades making it collapse. It holding its ribs in pain. I swung my bat again only to get hit in the head by the backend of the handle of the hatchet. I grabbed my head my hand covered in red blood. I screamed in pain. My mom ran down the steps with her shotgun ready. She reloaded her gun. The clown laughed for it thought she did not have the guts. She shot. Smoke behind the bullet. The metal bullet now in the clowns chest. It grabbing it’s chest. Blood sputtering from its mouth. It kneeling down in surprise. She reloaded the shells hitting the floor. She shot again this time hitting the clown in the neck. It laid still. The carpet stained with blood. She shot the other clown in the head ending it’s misery. She blew the smoke from her gun. I saw my brother awake and shivering on the couch for he did not want to see that side of mother. But that’s not what he was looking at he was looking at the closet where we store all the supplies for medicine and weapons. He pointed in fear. I followed his finger. I slowly picked my knife up. I walked over to the closet. I held up my knife. I slowly opened the closet. Their was a clown waving slowly for it has just been found. It lunged at me. I dodged and it ran into the couch hitting its chest. I grabbed it by the collar of its outfit and threw it to the ground. I had enough of this Clown Purge. I got on top of it and put my bat to its neck. Slowly pressing down on it choking it more and more.

                                                                                                  7

It gagging. It grabbed at my neck trying to choke me but I was too far to reach for it’s eyes were slowly closing. I pressed harder slightly breaking its neck. Its breathing slow and almost not there. I pressed really hard and broke its neck ending its misery. I got off of it. My arms tired from putting that restraint on it. I relaxed my arms. I grabbed my knife and saw my brother relaxing on the ground with his handgun beside him. I asked him to get up and he tried but collapsed back down. His legs were still wounded. The day was almost done for The Clown Purge was almost over. I sat down next to him. If only dad were here he would’ve never let this happen. I heard loud screams and realized it was my mom. She was in the kitchen. I ran over to the kitchen. My knife ready.      

   

  

                                   The Clown Purge

I started packing up my room as my mother told me we were moving. I walked downstairs carrying my boxes. I set my boxes in our car. I closed the hatch and got in the car. I wasn’t happy where I was moving to. San Diego is not a place for me. It’s overpopulated and popular. Which means it’s known for problems. There is almost 25 crimes a day in San Diego. That’s a lot. I don’t trust overpopulated areas there's too many problems. Later did I know I was correct.

Day 1,

We finally arrived at our house in San Diego and I unpacked in my new room.  I’m doing this for my mom . I thought. We had to move here because our other job in Ohio didn’t give us a good pay and my father dying didn’t help. He got the better pay let us have a nice house but after he died my mom was struggling to keep the house. She couldn’t afford it because she was getting 30 dollars every 2 hours. I miss him so much. I remember him taking me to the pool in the backyard and he would carry me in the pool and I would think he had super strength but really it was the water making me 0 pounds. But, I miss his little lifts in the pool and his smile.  I loved him so much.

After, I was done unpacking and my mom and brother were done unpacking I went downstairs to spend time with my mom. I turned on the News. I saw on the TV that this little boy that lived in Greenville, South Carolina was playing in his backyard saw 2 clowns wandering in the woods that spotted him and asked if he wanted to come with them to their house. The little boy saw a path to a abandoned house with boarded up windows and new security systems. The little boy told his mother and the mother told the police and the police investigated the house interviewing them on TV. I turned it off. 

“ Mom, we're fine it’s in South Carolina not San Diego.” I said calming her down. 

Mom’s face was covered in horror as she knew that later on it would not just be South Carolina. 

                                                                                                1

Today, was my first day of school. I wasn’t excited. My dad would probably give me a little knuckle to my hair and say you got this. That’s all I needed right now. He made me feel like I was on top of the world without him I’m to the ground without him. 

I got on the bus for school today. I sat alone for I was nervous to make any interaction with other people right now. I started thinking about that clown sighting in South Carolina. Is it a hoax or is it real. The bus driver stopped at a stop sign. I looked outside the window for my eye caught a glimpse of a shadow. I looked out the window and I saw a tall man that had long fingers with white gloves on. He had a black hoodie and some jeans. He had a shiny bright object in his hand that looked almost like a knife but longer. He had something on his face...that was a clown mask. I started to freak out my eyes looking the other direction for it did not want to see no more. 

I looked behind the bus and the clown was running at the bus. Soon, slowing down for the bus was gone. 

I got off the bus and entered my house. 

“ How was your day William?” My mom asked,

“ It was fine.” I said quickly before running up the stairs.

I got out my computer and searched Clown Sightings. I found a lot of good stuff. I found out one of the killer clowns named Flomo Klown posted a lot of creepy stuff on his Facebook. That was pretty disturbing. Like, “ It’s going down tonight.” and “ I love kids.” Also, like “ Call us we want to play.” and “ See you at school.”  Some pretty disturbing stuff. I also, found out that they were supposedly going to attack on Halloween. That they were going to “play a little game.” All the evidence that they were going to attack on Halloween were all true and it gave me the chills. Also, I found out that some of the clowns were texting each other back in forth like Flomo Klown stating, “ I want to beat Mckee so bad Monday but they are so far away so here it is. Southlawn- Monday, Mckee-Tuesday, Bellingrath-Wednesday, Goodwyn-Thursday, Capitol Heights-Friday. Warning get ready to get y’all beat the F$#* High Schools Nxt Week IM SO READY.” 

                                                                                                  2

I woke up early because reading all the research really scared the heck out of me. I got on the bus. I sat down and relaxed because I needed to calm down. We stopped at the same stop sign where the accident happened and I looked out. I saw a little girl probably in here teens crying on the pavement. In the woods behind her I saw a shadow. I saw her look behind her and she screamed. The figure came out and it was a clown. It had a full colorful onesie colored with yellow, blue, red, and orange splattered with red blood. It’s mask looking like porcelain. The mask having a painted frown on it’s face. The red around the lips bright with color. The red around it’s eyes dark with horror. Two painted blue eyebrows on the mask down in sadness. The red traditional clown nose quiet with no sound.  

It honked its nose and hit her with it’s metal bat and she dropped to the floor. It put it’s hands under her armpits and dragged her into the woods. I froze in horror as a little girl was just dragged into the woods. I felt a surge of anxiety as the clown left leaving blood trails behind. I got more and more worried as it got closer to Halloween.

I couldn’t hold it back anymore I needed to tell my mom about these clowns. There is only 2 more days until Halloween and I needed to get my anxiety out. I got off the bus and ran inside. I searched for my mom. I found her in the kitchen. 

I told her everything about the clown sighting yesterday and the kidnapping today. I also, told her about how they might attack on Halloween.  Her face grew more and more terrified. If dad were here he would have gone to the stop sign and took care of the clowns. I wish he were here to know. 

My mom took me to a weapon shop near our school. I grabbed as many weapons as I could. We were ready for The Clown Purge. We bought a dagger, a machete, a shotgun, a handgun, and a swiss army knife. She drove home. If my dad were here we wouldn’t need weapons. He was so confident and brave. I got home and cut metal and boarded up the windows. I recharged and put new batteries in the security systems. We had to hurry tomorrow was Clown Day.  I was terrified to sleep because after sleep was death and mayhem. I put my knife next to my bed and fell asleep.

                                                                                               3

Clown Purge Day,

I got up early so the clowns couldn’t give any surprises. I looked outside about six times because I was nervous. I started feel like this was just a prank to scare us. I sat down on my bed. I relaxed a little. About, two minutes later I heard laughter outside my window. Like, a loud cackle from a witch. But, I immediately knew what it was. I looked outside my window and saw a killer clown laughing with a microphone in it’s hands. It had a yellow jumpsuit with it’s sleeves ripped off with a red and white sleeves under the jumpsuit. It had the classic red nose horn hanging off it’s nose. It had a painted white face and black streaks climbing down it’s eyes. The yellow jumpsuit having a little white collar ripped at the ends. It having black circles around it’s eyes. It had yellow rubber gloves on it’s hands. It having a slim red tie. It had black combat boots glimmering with steel. It having a red wig and a little red and yellow hat on it’s head. It having blood splatters on it’s jumpsuit and arms. It licking it’s knife to get rid of the blood. At last it spoke. It’s voiced cracked and sarcastic.

“ We just took over the United States. This ain't President Town it’s ClownTown now. I’m just warnin ya this is the official Clown Purge.” It said laughing hysterically and dancing around.

My heart started to race. Sirens blared the streets vibrating our house. I heard a knock at our door. I knew not to answer. I ran down and blocked the door. 

“ Little Piggies! Little Piggies! Let me in!” It said hitting the door with it’s hammer. 

The door vibrated with it’s force. The door cracked leaving a crack that looked like a J. It hit the door with such powerful force that the door gave in and their was a hole left in the door. My brother ran down and carried chairs to keep it stable. The clown reached it’s hands threw the hole and unlocked the door. The door alarms went off. The sound blaring and screechy. The clown screamed and covered its ears. 

“ I’ll go by the sliding door for the backyard so they don’t get in that way!” My brother screamed trying to get heard over the door alarm. 

“ Ok!” I said,

The door alarm finally went off.

                                                                                                 4

Silence for about two seconds. I heard multiple screams from outside. I heard knifes cutting back and forth into somebody’s abdomen. Mayhem has filled the streets nothing but chaos. I saw clowns fighting each other the stronger one winning and taking down the other. I saw people fight back on clowns only to get beaten and lay lifeless on the floor. I heard laughter and saw colors I never wanted to see again. I saw clowns on top of people choking them to death. 

I couldn’t stand looking out the broken door and I looked back where my brother was just for me to find an empty room. I walked towards the kitchen and I found blood splatter on the corner of the counter and on the wall. I saw the the slider was open and I looked out and saw a clown dragging my brother is legs dragging against the jagged concrete. 

It was wearing a black, red, and white jumpsuit. It having a pouch for its knife. Its jumpsuit having its left side of the jumpsuit striped with red and black. The stripes running all the way down to its calf. Its left arm having red and black polka dots running all the way up to its shoulder. It was about 6’4 and really strong. The right side of its body was polka dotted with its victims blood running all the way down to its calf. Its right arm striped with red and black running all the way up to the shoulder. It had a wrap-around collar that was splatter with blood. It had a clown mask with black hair sticking out of the sides of its head. The mask painted white. Its eyes yellow and soulless. The eyes having black circles around it. It’s mouth painted with a sinister smile. Black paint around the mouth outlining it’s sinister smile. It having black gloves. It having black combat boots with steel tips shining brightly.

I grabbed my metal bat and ran out of the house. I ran up to the clown which I did with ease for it was walking at a turtle pace. I swung it dropped my brother and caught the bat. It held the bat by its ribs which was easy for me to jab with the bat and hit it in the ribs. It grabbed its ribs in pain. I swung my bat at its knee and it dropped to the floor. I hit it in the head splitting its head open and its blood making a river down the stream. I grabbed my brother and put his arm over my shoulder and I dragged him back to our house. Trying to be as fast as I could not wanting to get slaughtered. 

                        5

I got inside and laid my brother on the tile. His legs were torn and ripped. His pants were ripped. Blood coming from his leg. Flesh showing. His head bashed in and bleeding. Blood trickling down his head. I put my ear to his heart afraid to know if he was alive or not. Nothing. No beat no sound. Silence. I cried. If only dad were here this would’ve never happened to him.  I got up I grabbed my knife. Sweat trickling down my face. My hair in my face from sweat. I saw the clown get up from the ground. Dragging its leg. I opened the slider. It got closer. I closed the slider. I took a step on the concrete. It at the gate of the fence. I took another step. I held my knife up. It opened the gate. It walked closer. We met face to face. I took a jab at the clown. It dodged and grabbed it and it held my wrist bending it back more and more. I heard slight cracks. I set my jaw trying to stop the screams. I tightened my fist and bended forward. My wrist no longer strong. 

I took a punch at it. It to slow to dodge. 

Its teeth bleeding. Its nose broken. It stumbled a little bit surprised at its new nose job. It tried to stab me. I grabbed the knife and twisted it towards its direction. I put force on the knife piercing into its stomach. It howled in pain. I drove the knife into it more and more. Its screams becoming louder. I pulled the knife out. It’s on the floor. Blood making our grass moist and colored. I wiped the knife on its clothes getting rid of the blood. My wrist limp. I walked back inside. Closing the slider. I locked it. I went into the living room and there stood two clowns. They looked identical. There clothes matching. The only difference were their gloves and weapons. 

The clowns were strong with muscles showing through there clothes. The first clown, had a mask that was plastic with a black elastic band holding the mask up on their face. The mask had very defined cheek bones. The eyes had little cut outs showing there stormy eyes. The mask had a painted on red nose. The mouth having a smile cut out with red paint around the cut out. The top of the eyes having little black dashes indicating that they have eyelashes. Black paint surrounding the eye sockets. Its outfit red, black, and white. Its suspenders red and ripping. Its suit pants black. There white dress shirt ripped with no sleeves. The shirt had blood splatter.

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They had a skinny black tie dangling from their neck. One of the clowns had black leather fingerless gloves with spikes at the knuckles. The other clown having leather fingerless glove with spikes on the knuckles. 

The clown that wore the white gloves had sharp shiny riddick blades ready to slice into me. The riddick blades having gold handles. The blade long and curved. The blade clean and ready to get dirty. 

The other clown with black gloves had a hatchet. The hatchet was short and perfect for it. The handle was a glazed wood that was a bright brown. It’s fingers clenched on the handle. The end of the blade sharpened to it’s pleasure. 

They waved at me. I was petrified. I ran into the kitchen as they chased after me. I grabbed my bat and I swung. I missed and the clown with the white gloves cut my forehead with its riddick blade. I screamed. The clown with the black gloves sliced his hatchet into my arm leaving a huge gash. The pain excruciating. I hit the clown with the riddick blades making it collapse. It holding its ribs in pain. I swung my bat again only to get hit in the head by the backend of the handle of the hatchet. I grabbed my head my hand covered in red blood. I screamed in pain. My mom ran down the steps with her shotgun ready. She reloaded her gun. The clown laughed for it thought she did not have the guts. She shot. Smoke behind the bullet. The metal bullet now in the clowns chest. It grabbing it’s chest. Blood sputtering from its mouth. It kneeling down in surprise. She reloaded the shells hitting the floor. She shot again this time hitting the clown in the neck. It laid still. The carpet stained with blood. She shot the other clown in the head ending it’s misery. She blew the smoke from her gun. I saw my brother awake and shivering on the couch for he did not want to see that side of mother. But that’s not what he was looking at he was looking at the closet where we store all the supplies for medicine and weapons. He pointed in fear. I followed his finger. I slowly picked my knife up. I walked over to the closet. I held up my knife. I slowly opened the closet. Their was a clown waving slowly for it has just been found. It lunged at me. I dodged and it ran into the couch hitting its chest. I grabbed it by the collar of its outfit and threw it to the ground. I had enough of this Clown Purge. I got on top of it and put my bat to its neck. Slowly pressing down on it choking it more and more.

                                                                                                  7

It gagging. It grabbed at my neck trying to choke me but I was too far to reach for it’s eyes were slowly closing. I pressed harder slightly breaking its neck. Its breathing slow and almost not there. I pressed really hard and broke its neck ending its misery. I got off of it. My arms tired from putting that restraint on it. I relaxed my arms. I grabbed my knife and saw my brother relaxing on the ground with his handgun beside him. I asked him to get up and he tried but collapsed back down. His legs were still wounded. The day was almost done for The Clown Purge was almost over. I sat down next to him. If only dad were here he would’ve never let this happen. I heard loud screams and realized it was my mom. She was in the kitchen. I ran over to the kitchen. My knife ready.      

   

  

                                   The Clown Purge

I started packing up my room as my mother told me we were moving. I walked downstairs carrying my boxes. I set my boxes in our car. I closed the hatch and got in the car. I wasn’t happy where I was moving to. San Diego is not a place for me. It’s overpopulated and popular. Which means it’s known for problems. There is almost 25 crimes a day in San Diego. That’s a lot. I don’t trust overpopulated areas there's too many problems. Later did I know I was correct.

Day 1,

We finally arrived at our house in San Diego and I unpacked in my new room.  I’m doing this for my mom . I thought. We had to move here because our other job in Ohio didn’t give us a good pay and my father dying didn’t help. He got the better pay let us have a nice house but after he died my mom was struggling to keep the house. She couldn’t afford it because she was getting 30 dollars every 2 hours. I miss him so much. I remember him taking me to the pool in the backyard and he would carry me in the pool and I would think he had super strength but really it was the water making me 0 pounds. But, I miss his little lifts in the pool and his smile.  I loved him so much.

After, I was done unpacking and my mom and brother were done unpacking I went downstairs to spend time with my mom. I turned on the News. I saw on the TV that this little boy that lived in Greenville, South Carolina was playing in his backyard saw 2 clowns wandering in the woods that spotted him and asked if he wanted to come with them to their house. The little boy saw a path to a abandoned house with boarded up windows and new security systems. The little boy told his mother and the mother told the police and the police investigated the house interviewing them on TV. I turned it off. 

“ Mom, we're fine it’s in South Carolina not San Diego.” I said calming her down. 

Mom’s face was covered in horror as she knew that later on it would not just be South Carolina. 

                                                                                                1

Today, was my first day of school. I wasn’t excited. My dad would probably give me a little knuckle to my hair and say you got this. That’s all I needed right now. He made me feel like I was on top of the world without him I’m to the ground without him. 

I got on the bus for school today. I sat alone for I was nervous to make any interaction with other people right now. I started thinking about that clown sighting in South Carolina. Is it a hoax or is it real. The bus driver stopped at a stop sign. I looked outside the window for my eye caught a glimpse of a shadow. I looked out the window and I saw a tall man that had long fingers with white gloves on. He had a black hoodie and some jeans. He had a shiny bright object in his hand that looked almost like a knife but longer. He had something on his face...that was a clown mask. I started to freak out my eyes looking the other direction for it did not want to see no more. 

I looked behind the bus and the clown was running at the bus. Soon, slowing down for the bus was gone. 

I got off the bus and entered my house. 

“ How was your day William?” My mom asked,

“ It was fine.” I said quickly before running up the stairs.

I got out my computer and searched Clown Sightings. I found a lot of good stuff. I found out one of the killer clowns named Flomo Klown posted a lot of creepy stuff on his Facebook. That was pretty disturbing. Like, “ It’s going down tonight.” and “ I love kids.” Also, like “ Call us we want to play.” and “ See you at school.”  Some pretty disturbing stuff. I also, found out that they were supposedly going to attack on Halloween. That they were going to “play a little game.” All the evidence that they were going to attack on Halloween were all true and it gave me the chills. Also, I found out that some of the clowns were texting each other back in forth like Flomo Klown stating, “ I want to beat Mckee so bad Monday but they are so far away so here it is. Southlawn- Monday, Mckee-Tuesday, Bellingrath-Wednesday, Goodwyn-Thursday, Capitol Heights-Friday. Warning get ready to get y’all beat the F$#* High Schools Nxt Week IM SO READY.” 

                                                                                                  2

I woke up early because reading all the research really scared the heck out of me. I got on the bus. I sat down and relaxed because I needed to calm down. We stopped at the same stop sign where the accident happened and I looked out. I saw a little girl probably in here teens crying on the pavement. In the woods behind her I saw a shadow. I saw her look behind her and she screamed. The figure came out and it was a clown. It had a full colorful onesie colored with yellow, blue, red, and orange splattered with red blood. It’s mask looking like porcelain. The mask having a painted frown on it’s face. The red around the lips bright with color. The red around it’s eyes dark with horror. Two painted blue eyebrows on the mask down in sadness. The red traditional clown nose quiet with no sound.  

It honked its nose and hit her with it’s metal bat and she dropped to the floor. It put it’s hands under her armpits and dragged her into the woods. I froze in horror as a little girl was just dragged into the woods. I felt a surge of anxiety as the clown left leaving blood trails behind. I got more and more worried as it got closer to Halloween.

I couldn’t hold it back anymore I needed to tell my mom about these clowns. There is only 2 more days until Halloween and I needed to get my anxiety out. I got off the bus and ran inside. I searched for my mom. I found her in the kitchen. 

I told her everything about the clown sighting yesterday and the kidnapping today. I also, told her about how they might attack on Halloween.  Her face grew more and more terrified. If dad were here he would have gone to the stop sign and took care of the clowns. I wish he were here to know. 

My mom took me to a weapon shop near our school. I grabbed as many weapons as I could. We were ready for The Clown Purge. We bought a dagger, a machete, a shotgun, a handgun, and a swiss army knife. She drove home. If my dad were here we wouldn’t need weapons. He was so confident and brave. I got home and cut metal and boarded up the windows. I recharged and put new batteries in the security systems. We had to hurry tomorrow was Clown Day.  I was terrified to sleep because after sleep was death and mayhem. I put my knife next to my bed and fell asleep.

                                                                                               3

Clown Purge Day,

I got up early so the clowns couldn’t give any surprises. I looked outside about six times because I was nervous. I started feel like this was just a prank to scare us. I sat down on my bed. I relaxed a little. About, two minutes later I heard laughter outside my window. Like, a loud cackle from a witch. But, I immediately knew what it was. I looked outside my window and saw a killer clown laughing with a microphone in it’s hands. It had a yellow jumpsuit with it’s sleeves ripped off with a red and white sleeves under the jumpsuit. It had the classic red nose horn hanging off it’s nose. It had a painted white face and black streaks climbing down it’s eyes. The yellow jumpsuit having a little white collar ripped at the ends. It having black circles around it’s eyes. It had yellow rubber gloves on it’s hands. It having a slim red tie. It had black combat boots glimmering with steel. It having a red wig and a little red and yellow hat on it’s head. It having blood splatters on it’s jumpsuit and arms. It licking it’s knife to get rid of the blood. At last it spoke. It’s voiced cracked and sarcastic.

“ We just took over the United States. This ain't President Town it’s ClownTown now. I’m just warnin ya this is the official Clown Purge.” It said laughing hysterically and dancing around.

My heart started to race. Sirens blared the streets vibrating our house. I heard a knock at our door. I knew not to answer. I ran down and blocked the door. 

“ Little Piggies! Little Piggies! Let me in!” It said hitting the door with it’s hammer. 

The door vibrated with it’s force. The door cracked leaving a crack that looked like a J. It hit the door with such powerful force that the door gave in and their was a hole left in the door. My brother ran down and carried chairs to keep it stable. The clown reached it’s hands threw the hole and unlocked the door. The door alarms went off. The sound blaring and screechy. The clown screamed and covered its ears. 

“ I’ll go by the sliding door for the backyard so they don’t get in that way!” My brother screamed trying to get heard over the door alarm. 

“ Ok!” I said,

The door alarm finally went off.

                                                                                                 4

Silence for about two seconds. I heard multiple screams from outside. I heard knifes cutting back and forth into somebody’s abdomen. Mayhem has filled the streets nothing but chaos. I saw clowns fighting each other the stronger one winning and taking down the other. I saw people fight back on clowns only to get beaten and lay lifeless on the floor. I heard laughter and saw colors I never wanted to see again. I saw clowns on top of people choking them to death. 

I couldn’t stand looking out the broken door and I looked back where my brother was just for me to find an empty room. I walked towards the kitchen and I found blood splatter on the corner of the counter and on the wall. I saw the the slider was open and I looked out and saw a clown dragging my brother is legs dragging against the jagged concrete. 

It was wearing a black, red, and white jumpsuit. It having a pouch for its knife. Its jumpsuit having its left side of the jumpsuit striped with red and black. The stripes running all the way down to its calf. Its left arm having red and black polka dots running all the way up to its shoulder. It was about 6’4 and really strong. The right side of its body was polka dotted with its victims blood running all the way down to its calf. Its right arm striped with red and black running all the way up to the shoulder. It had a wrap-around collar that was splatter with blood. It had a clown mask with black hair sticking out of the sides of its head. The mask painted white. Its eyes yellow and soulless. The eyes having black circles around it. It’s mouth painted with a sinister smile. Black paint around the mouth outlining it’s sinister smile. It having black gloves. It having black combat boots with steel tips shining brightly.

I grabbed my metal bat and ran out of the house. I ran up to the clown which I did with ease for it was walking at a turtle pace. I swung it dropped my brother and caught the bat. It held the bat by its ribs which was easy for me to jab with the bat and hit it in the ribs. It grabbed its ribs in pain. I swung my bat at its knee and it dropped to the floor. I hit it in the head splitting its head open and its blood making a river down the stream. I grabbed my brother and put his arm over my shoulder and I dragged him back to our house. Trying to be as fast as I could not wanting to get slaughtered. 

                        5

I got inside and laid my brother on the tile. His legs were torn and ripped. His pants were ripped. Blood coming from his leg. Flesh showing. His head bashed in and bleeding. Blood trickling down his head. I put my ear to his heart afraid to know if he was alive or not. Nothing. No beat no sound. Silence. I cried. If only dad were here this would’ve never happened to him.  I got up I grabbed my knife. Sweat trickling down my face. My hair in my face from sweat. I saw the clown get up from the ground. Dragging its leg. I opened the slider. It got closer. I closed the slider. I took a step on the concrete. It at the gate of the fence. I took another step. I held my knife up. It opened the gate. It walked closer. We met face to face. I took a jab at the clown. It dodged and grabbed it and it held my wrist bending it back more and more. I heard slight cracks. I set my jaw trying to stop the screams. I tightened my fist and bended forward. My wrist no longer strong. 

I took a punch at it. It to slow to dodge. 

Its teeth bleeding. Its nose broken. It stumbled a little bit surprised at its new nose job. It tried to stab me. I grabbed the knife and twisted it towards its direction. I put force on the knife piercing into its stomach. It howled in pain. I drove the knife into it more and more. Its screams becoming louder. I pulled the knife out. It’s on the floor. Blood making our grass moist and colored. I wiped the knife on its clothes getting rid of the blood. My wrist limp. I walked back inside. Closing the slider. I locked it. I went into the living room and there stood two clowns. They looked identical. There clothes matching. The only difference were their gloves and weapons. 

The clowns were strong with muscles showing through there clothes. The first clown, had a mask that was plastic with a black elastic band holding the mask up on their face. The mask had very defined cheek bones. The eyes had little cut outs showing there stormy eyes. The mask had a painted on red nose. The mouth having a smile cut out with red paint around the cut out. The top of the eyes having little black dashes indicating that they have eyelashes. Black paint surrounding the eye sockets. Its outfit red, black, and white. Its suspenders red and ripping. Its suit pants black. There white dress shirt ripped with no sleeves. The shirt had blood splatter.

                                                                                                   6

They had a skinny black tie dangling from their neck. One of the clowns had black leather fingerless gloves with spikes at the knuckles. The other clown having leather fingerless glove with spikes on the knuckles. 

The clown that wore the white gloves had sharp shiny riddick blades ready to slice into me. The riddick blades having gold handles. The blade long and curved. The blade clean and ready to get dirty. 

The other clown with black gloves had a hatchet. The hatchet was short and perfect for it. The handle was a glazed wood that was a bright brown. It’s fingers clenched on the handle. The end of the blade sharpened to it’s pleasure. 

They waved at me. I was petrified. I ran into the kitchen as they chased after me. I grabbed my bat and I swung. I missed and the clown with the white gloves cut my forehead with its riddick blade. I screamed. The clown with the black gloves sliced his hatchet into my arm leaving a huge gash. The pain excruciating. I hit the clown with the riddick blades making it collapse. It holding its ribs in pain. I swung my bat again only to get hit in the head by the backend of the handle of the hatchet. I grabbed my head my hand covered in red blood. I screamed in pain. My mom ran down the steps with her shotgun ready. She reloaded her gun. The clown laughed for it thought she did not have the guts. She shot. Smoke behind the bullet. The metal bullet now in the clowns chest. It grabbing it’s chest. Blood sputtering from its mouth. It kneeling down in surprise. She reloaded the shells hitting the floor. She shot again this time hitting the clown in the neck. It laid still. The carpet stained with blood. She shot the other clown in the head ending it’s misery. She blew the smoke from her gun. I saw my brother awake and shivering on the couch for he did not want to see that side of mother. But that’s not what he was looking at he was looking at the closet where we store all the supplies for medicine and weapons. He pointed in fear. I followed his finger. I slowly picked my knife up. I walked over to the closet. I held up my knife. I slowly opened the closet. Their was a clown waving slowly for it has just been found. It lunged at me. I dodged and it ran into the couch hitting its chest. I grabbed it by the collar of its outfit and threw it to the ground. I had enough of this Clown Purge. I got on top of it and put my bat to its neck. Slowly pressing down on it choking it more and more.

                                                                                                  7

It gagging. It grabbed at my neck trying to choke me but I was too far to reach for it’s eyes were slowly closing. I pressed harder slightly breaking its neck. Its breathing slow and almost not there. I pressed really hard and broke its neck ending its misery. I got off of it. My arms tired from putting that restraint on it. I relaxed my arms. I grabbed my knife and saw my brother relaxing on the ground with his handgun beside him. I asked him to get up and he tried but collapsed back down. His legs were still wounded. The day was almost done for The Clown Purge was almost over. I sat down next to him. If only dad were here he would’ve never let this happen. I heard loud screams and realized it was my mom. She was in the kitchen. I ran over to the kitchen. My knife ready.      

   

  

                                   The Clown Purge

I started packing up my room as my mother told me we were moving. I walked downstairs carrying my boxes. I set my boxes in our car. I closed the hatch and got in the car. I wasn’t happy where I was moving to. San Diego is not a place for me. It’s overpopulated and popular. Which means it’s known for problems. There is almost 25 crimes a day in San Diego. That’s a lot. I don’t trust overpopulated areas there's too many problems. Later did I know I was correct.

Day 1,

We finally arrived at our house in San Diego and I unpacked in my new room.  I’m doing this for my mom . I thought. We had to move here because our other job in Ohio didn’t give us a good pay and my father dying didn’t help. He got the better pay let us have a nice house but after he died my mom was struggling to keep the house. She couldn’t afford it because she was getting 30 dollars every 2 hours. I miss him so much. I remember him taking me to the pool in the backyard and he would carry me in the pool and I would think he had super strength but really it was the water making me 0 pounds. But, I miss his little lifts in the pool and his smile.  I loved him so much.

After, I was done unpacking and my mom and brother were done unpacking I went downstairs to spend time with my mom. I turned on the News. I saw on the TV that this little boy that lived in Greenville, South Carolina was playing in his backyard saw 2 clowns wandering in the woods that spotted him and asked if he wanted to come with them to their house. The little boy saw a path to a abandoned house with boarded up windows and new security systems. The little boy told his mother and the mother told the police and the police investigated the house interviewing them on TV. I turned it off. 

“ Mom, we're fine it’s in South Carolina not San Diego.” I said calming her down. 

Mom’s face was covered in horror as she knew that later on it would not just be South Carolina. 

                                                                                                1

Today, was my first day of school. I wasn’t excited. My dad would probably give me a little knuckle to my hair and say you got this. That’s all I needed right now. He made me feel like I was on top of the world without him I’m to the ground without him. 

I got on the bus for school today. I sat alone for I was nervous to make any interaction with other people right now. I started thinking about that clown sighting in South Carolina. Is it a hoax or is it real. The bus driver stopped at a stop sign. I looked outside the window for my eye caught a glimpse of a shadow. I looked out the window and I saw a tall man that had long fingers with white gloves on. He had a black hoodie and some jeans. He had a shiny bright object in his hand that looked almost like a knife but longer. He had something on his face...that was a clown mask. I started to freak out my eyes looking the other direction for it did not want to see no more. 

I looked behind the bus and the clown was running at the bus. Soon, slowing down for the bus was gone. 

I got off the bus and entered my house. 

“ How was your day William?” My mom asked,

“ It was fine.” I said quickly before running up the stairs.

I got out my computer and searched Clown Sightings. I found a lot of good stuff. I found out one of the killer clowns named Flomo Klown posted a lot of creepy stuff on his Facebook. That was pretty disturbing. Like, “ It’s going down tonight.” and “ I love kids.” Also, like “ Call us we want to play.” and “ See you at school.”  Some pretty disturbing stuff. I also, found out that they were supposedly going to attack on Halloween. That they were going to “play a little game.” All the evidence that they were going to attack on Halloween were all true and it gave me the chills. Also, I found out that some of the clowns were texting each other back in forth like Flomo Klown stating, “ I want to beat Mckee so bad Monday but they are so far away so here it is. Southlawn- Monday, Mckee-Tuesday, Bellingrath-Wednesday, Goodwyn-Thursday, Capitol Heights-Friday. Warning get ready to get y’all beat the F$#* High Schools Nxt Week IM SO READY.” 

                                                                                                  2

I woke up early because reading all the research really scared the heck out of me. I got on the bus. I sat down and relaxed because I needed to calm down. We stopped at the same stop sign where the accident happened and I looked out. I saw a little girl probably in here teens crying on the pavement. In the woods behind her I saw a shadow. I saw her look behind her and she screamed. The figure came out and it was a clown. It had a full colorful onesie colored with yellow, blue, red, and orange splattered with red blood. It’s mask looking like porcelain. The mask having a painted frown on it’s face. The red around the lips bright with color. The red around it’s eyes dark with horror. Two painted blue eyebrows on the mask down in sadness. The red traditional clown nose quiet with no sound.  

It honked its nose and hit her with it’s metal bat and she dropped to the floor. It put it’s hands under her armpits and dragged her into the woods. I froze in horror as a little girl was just dragged into the woods. I felt a surge of anxiety as the clown left leaving blood trails behind. I got more and more worried as it got closer to Halloween.

I couldn’t hold it back anymore I needed to tell my mom about these clowns. There is only 2 more days until Halloween and I needed to get my anxiety out. I got off the bus and ran inside. I searched for my mom. I found her in the kitchen. 

I told her everything about the clown sighting yesterday and the kidnapping today. I also, told her about how they might attack on Halloween.  Her face grew more and more terrified. If dad were here he would have gone to the stop sign and took care of the clowns. I wish he were here to know. 

My mom took me to a weapon shop near our school. I grabbed as many weapons as I could. We were ready for The Clown Purge. We bought a dagger, a machete, a shotgun, a handgun, and a swiss army knife. She drove home. If my dad were here we wouldn’t need weapons. He was so confident and brave. I got home and cut metal and boarded up the windows. I recharged and put new batteries in the security systems. We had to hurry tomorrow was Clown Day.  I was terrified to sleep because after sleep was death and mayhem. I put my knife next to my bed and fell asleep.

                                                                                               3

Clown Purge Day,

I got up early so the clowns couldn’t give any surprises. I looked outside about six times because I was nervous. I started feel like this was just a prank to scare us. I sat down on my bed. I relaxed a little. About, two minutes later I heard laughter outside my window. Like, a loud cackle from a witch. But, I immediately knew what it was. I looked outside my window and saw a killer clown laughing with a microphone in it’s hands. It had a yellow jumpsuit with it’s sleeves ripped off with a red and white sleeves under the jumpsuit. It had the classic red nose horn hanging off it’s nose. It had a painted white face and black streaks climbing down it’s eyes. The yellow jumpsuit having a little white collar ripped at the ends. It having black circles around it’s eyes. It had yellow rubber gloves on it’s hands. It having a slim red tie. It had black combat boots glimmering with steel. It having a red wig and a little red and yellow hat on it’s head. It having blood splatters on it’s jumpsuit and arms. It licking it’s knife to get rid of the blood. At last it spoke. It’s voiced cracked and sarcastic.

“ We just took over the United States. This ain't President Town it’s ClownTown now. I’m just warnin ya this is the official Clown Purge.” It said laughing hysterically and dancing around.

My heart started to race. Sirens blared the streets vibrating our house. I heard a knock at our door. I knew not to answer. I ran down and blocked the door. 

“ Little Piggies! Little Piggies! Let me in!” It said hitting the door with it’s hammer. 

The door vibrated with it’s force. The door cracked leaving a crack that looked like a J. It hit the door with such powerful force that the door gave in and their was a hole left in the door. My brother ran down and carried chairs to keep it stable. The clown reached it’s hands threw the hole and unlocked the door. The door alarms went off. The sound blaring and screechy. The clown screamed and covered its ears. 

“ I’ll go by the sliding door for the backyard so they don’t get in that way!” My brother screamed trying to get heard over the door alarm. 

“ Ok!” I said,

The door alarm finally went off.

                                                                                                 4

Silence for about two seconds. I heard multiple screams from outside. I heard knifes cutting back and forth into somebody’s abdomen. Mayhem has filled the streets nothing but chaos. I saw clowns fighting each other the stronger one winning and taking down the other. I saw people fight back on clowns only to get beaten and lay lifeless on the floor. I heard laughter and saw colors I never wanted to see again. I saw clowns on top of people choking them to death. 

I couldn’t stand looking out the broken door and I looked back where my brother was just for me to find an empty room. I walked towards the kitchen and I found blood splatter on the corner of the counter and on the wall. I saw the the slider was open and I looked out and saw a clown dragging my brother is legs dragging against the jagged concrete. 

It was wearing a black, red, and white jumpsuit. It having a pouch for its knife. Its jumpsuit having its left side of the jumpsuit striped with red and black. The stripes running all the way down to its calf. Its left arm having red and black polka dots running all the way up to its shoulder. It was about 6’4 and really strong. The right side of its body was polka dotted with its victims blood running all the way down to its calf. Its right arm striped with red and black running all the way up to the shoulder. It had a wrap-around collar that was splatter with blood. It had a clown mask with black hair sticking out of the sides of its head. The mask painted white. Its eyes yellow and soulless. The eyes having black circles around it. It’s mouth painted with a sinister smile. Black paint around the mouth outlining it’s sinister smile. It having black gloves. It having black combat boots with steel tips shining brightly.

I grabbed my metal bat and ran out of the house. I ran up to the clown which I did with ease for it was walking at a turtle pace. I swung it dropped my brother and caught the bat. It held the bat by its ribs which was easy for me to jab with the bat and hit it in the ribs. It grabbed its ribs in pain. I swung my bat at its knee and it dropped to the floor. I hit it in the head splitting its head open and its blood making a river down the stream. I grabbed my brother and put his arm over my shoulder and I dragged him back to our house. Trying to be as fast as I could not wanting to get slaughtered. 

                        5

I got inside and laid my brother on the tile. His legs were torn and ripped. His pants were ripped. Blood coming from his leg. Flesh showing. His head bashed in and bleeding. Blood trickling down his head. I put my ear to his heart afraid to know if he was alive or not. Nothing. No beat no sound. Silence. I cried. If only dad were here this would’ve never happened to him.  I got up I grabbed my knife. Sweat trickling down my face. My hair in my face from sweat. I saw the clown get up from the ground. Dragging its leg. I opened the slider. It got closer. I closed the slider. I took a step on the concrete. It at the gate of the fence. I took another step. I held my knife up. It opened the gate. It walked closer. We met face to face. I took a jab at the clown. It dodged and grabbed it and it held my wrist bending it back more and more. I heard slight cracks. I set my jaw trying to stop the screams. I tightened my fist and bended forward. My wrist no longer strong. 

I took a punch at it. It to slow to dodge. 

Its teeth bleeding. Its nose broken. It stumbled a little bit surprised at its new nose job. It tried to stab me. I grabbed the knife and twisted it towards its direction. I put force on the knife piercing into its stomach. It howled in pain. I drove the knife into it more and more. Its screams becoming louder. I pulled the knife out. It’s on the floor. Blood making our grass moist and colored. I wiped the knife on its clothes getting rid of the blood. My wrist limp. I walked back inside. Closing the slider. I locked it. I went into the living room and there stood two clowns. They looked identical. There clothes matching. The only difference were their gloves and weapons. 

The clowns were strong with muscles showing through there clothes. The first clown, had a mask that was plastic with a black elastic band holding the mask up on their face. The mask had very defined cheek bones. The eyes had little cut outs showing there stormy eyes. The mask had a painted on red nose. The mouth having a smile cut out with red paint around the cut out. The top of the eyes having little black dashes indicating that they have eyelashes. Black paint surrounding the eye sockets. Its outfit red, black, and white. Its suspenders red and ripping. Its suit pants black. There white dress shirt ripped with no sleeves. The shirt had blood splatter.

                                                                                                   6

They had a skinny black tie dangling from their neck. One of the clowns had black leather fingerless gloves with spikes at the knuckles. The other clown having leather fingerless glove with spikes on the knuckles. 

The clown that wore the white gloves had sharp shiny riddick blades ready to slice into me. The riddick blades having gold handles. The blade long and curved. The blade clean and ready to get dirty. 

The other clown with black gloves had a hatchet. The hatchet was short and perfect for it. The handle was a glazed wood that was a bright brown. It’s fingers clenched on the handle. The end of the blade sharpened to it’s pleasure. 

They waved at me. I was petrified. I ran into the kitchen as they chased after me. I grabbed my bat and I swung. I missed and the clown with the white gloves cut my forehead with its riddick blade. I screamed. The clown with the black gloves sliced his hatchet into my arm leaving a huge gash. The pain excruciating. I hit the clown with the riddick blades making it collapse. It holding its ribs in pain. I swung my bat again only to get hit in the head by the backend of the handle of the hatchet. I grabbed my head my hand covered in red blood. I screamed in pain. My mom ran down the steps with her shotgun ready. She reloaded her gun. The clown laughed for it thought she did not have the guts. She shot. Smoke behind the bullet. The metal bullet now in the clowns chest. It grabbing it’s chest. Blood sputtering from its mouth. It kneeling down in surprise. She reloaded the shells hitting the floor. She shot again this time hitting the clown in the neck. It laid still. The carpet stained with blood. She shot the other clown in the head ending it’s misery. She blew the smoke from her gun. I saw my brother awake and shivering on the couch for he did not want to see that side of mother. But that’s not what he was looking at he was looking at the closet where we store all the supplies for medicine and weapons. He pointed in fear. I followed his finger. I slowly picked my knife up. I walked over to the closet. I held up my knife. I slowly opened the closet. Their was a clown waving slowly for it has just been found. It lunged at me. I dodged and it ran into the couch hitting its chest. I grabbed it by the collar of its outfit and threw it to the ground. I had enough of this Clown Purge. I got on top of it and put my bat to its neck. Slowly pressing down on it choking it more and more.

                                                                                                  7

It gagging. It grabbed at my neck trying to choke me but I was too far to reach for it’s eyes were slowly closing. I pressed harder slightly breaking its neck. Its breathing slow and almost not there. I pressed really hard and broke its neck ending its misery. I got off of it. My arms tired from putting that restraint on it. I relaxed my arms. I grabbed my knife and saw my brother relaxing on the ground with his handgun beside him. I asked him to get up and he tried but collapsed back down. His legs were still wounded. The day was almost done for The Clown Purge was almost over. I sat down next to him. If only dad were here he would’ve never let this happen. I heard loud screams and realized it was my mom. She was in the kitchen. I ran over to the kitchen. My knife ready.      

   

  

                                   The Clown Purge

I started packing up my room as my mother told me we were moving. I walked downstairs carrying my boxes. I set my boxes in our car. I closed the hatch and got in the car. I wasn’t happy where I was moving to. San Diego is not a place for me. It’s overpopulated and popular. Which means it’s known for problems. There is almost 25 crimes a day in San Diego. That’s a lot. I don’t trust overpopulated areas there's too many problems. Later did I know I was correct.

Day 1,

We finally arrived at our house in San Diego and I unpacked in my new room.  I’m doing this for my mom . I thought. We had to move here because our other job in Ohio didn’t give us a good pay and my father dying didn’t help. He got the better pay let us have a nice house but after he died my mom was struggling to keep the house. She couldn’t afford it because she was getting 30 dollars every 2 hours. I miss him so much. I remember him taking me to the pool in the backyard and he would carry me in the pool and I would think he had super strength but really it was the water making me 0 pounds. But, I miss his little lifts in the pool and his smile.  I loved him so much.

After, I was done unpacking and my mom and brother were done unpacking I went downstairs to spend time with my mom. I turned on the News. I saw on the TV that this little boy that lived in Greenville, South Carolina was playing in his backyard saw 2 clowns wandering in the woods that spotted him and asked if he wanted to come with them to their house. The little boy saw a path to a abandoned house with boarded up windows and new security systems. The little boy told his mother and the mother told the police and the police investigated the house interviewing them on TV. I turned it off. 

“ Mom, we're fine it’s in South Carolina not San Diego.” I said calming her down. 

Mom’s face was covered in horror as she knew that later on it would not just be South Carolina. 

                                                                                                1

Today, was my first day of school. I wasn’t excited. My dad would probably give me a little knuckle to my hair and say you got this. That’s all I needed right now. He made me feel like I was on top of the world without him I’m to the ground without him. 

I got on the bus for school today. I sat alone for I was nervous to make any interaction with other people right now. I started thinking about that clown sighting in South Carolina. Is it a hoax or is it real. The bus driver stopped at a stop sign. I looked outside the window for my eye caught a glimpse of a shadow. I looked out the window and I saw a tall man that had long fingers with white gloves on. He had a black hoodie and some jeans. He had a shiny bright object in his hand that looked almost like a knife but longer. He had something on his face...that was a clown mask. I started to freak out my eyes looking the other direction for it did not want to see no more. 

I looked behind the bus and the clown was running at the bus. Soon, slowing down for the bus was gone. 

I got off the bus and entered my house. 

“ How was your day William?” My mom asked,

“ It was fine.” I said quickly before running up the stairs.

I got out my computer and searched Clown Sightings. I found a lot of good stuff. I found out one of the killer clowns named Flomo Klown posted a lot of creepy stuff on his Facebook. That was pretty disturbing. Like, “ It’s going down tonight.” and “ I love kids.” Also, like “ Call us we want to play.” and “ See you at school.”  Some pretty disturbing stuff. I also, found out that they were supposedly going to attack on Halloween. That they were going to “play a little game.” All the evidence that they were going to attack on Halloween were all true and it gave me the chills. Also, I found out that some of the clowns were texting each other back in forth like Flomo Klown stating, “ I want to beat Mckee so bad Monday but they are so far away so here it is. Southlawn- Monday, Mckee-Tuesday, Bellingrath-Wednesday, Goodwyn-Thursday, Capitol Heights-Friday. Warning get ready to get y’all beat the F$#* High Schools Nxt Week IM SO READY.” 

                                                                                                  2

I woke up early because reading all the research really scared the heck out of me. I got on the bus. I sat down and relaxed because I needed to calm down. We stopped at the same stop sign where the accident happened and I looked out. I saw a little girl probably in here teens crying on the pavement. In the woods behind her I saw a shadow. I saw her look behind her and she screamed. The figure came out and it was a clown. It had a full colorful onesie colored with yellow, blue, red, and orange splattered with red blood. It’s mask looking like porcelain. The mask having a painted frown on it’s face. The red around the lips bright with color. The red around it’s eyes dark with horror. Two painted blue eyebrows on the mask down in sadness. The red traditional clown nose quiet with no sound.  

It honked its nose and hit her with it’s metal bat and she dropped to the floor. It put it’s hands under her armpits and dragged her into the woods. I froze in horror as a little girl was just dragged into the woods. I felt a surge of anxiety as the clown left leaving blood trails behind. I got more and more worried as it got closer to Halloween.

I couldn’t hold it back anymore I needed to tell my mom about these clowns. There is only 2 more days until Halloween and I needed to get my anxiety out. I got off the bus and ran inside. I searched for my mom. I found her in the kitchen. 

I told her everything about the clown sighting yesterday and the kidnapping today. I also, told her about how they might attack on Halloween.  Her face grew more and more terrified. If dad were here he would have gone to the stop sign and took care of the clowns. I wish he were here to know. 

My mom took me to a weapon shop near our school. I grabbed as many weapons as I could. We were ready for The Clown Purge. We bought a dagger, a machete, a shotgun, a handgun, and a swiss army knife. She drove home. If my dad were here we wouldn’t need weapons. He was so confident and brave. I got home and cut metal and boarded up the windows. I recharged and put new batteries in the security systems. We had to hurry tomorrow was Clown Day.  I was terrified to sleep because after sleep was death and mayhem. I put my knife next to my bed and fell asleep.

                                                                                               3

Clown Purge Day,

I got up early so the clowns couldn’t give any surprises. I looked outside about six times because I was nervous. I started feel like this was just a prank to scare us. I sat down on my bed. I relaxed a little. About, two minutes later I heard laughter outside my window. Like, a loud cackle from a witch. But, I immediately knew what it was. I looked outside my window and saw a killer clown laughing with a microphone in it’s hands. It had a yellow jumpsuit with it’s sleeves ripped off with a red and white sleeves under the jumpsuit. It had the classic red nose horn hanging off it’s nose. It had a painted white face and black streaks climbing down it’s eyes. The yellow jumpsuit having a little white collar ripped at the ends. It having black circles around it’s eyes. It had yellow rubber gloves on it’s hands. It having a slim red tie. It had black combat boots glimmering with steel. It having a red wig and a little red and yellow hat on it’s head. It having blood splatters on it’s jumpsuit and arms. It licking it’s knife to get rid of the blood. At last it spoke. It’s voiced cracked and sarcastic.

“ We just took over the United States. This ain't President Town it’s ClownTown now. I’m just warnin ya this is the official Clown Purge.” It said laughing hysterically and dancing around.

My heart started to race. Sirens blared the streets vibrating our house. I heard a knock at our door. I knew not to answer. I ran down and blocked the door. 

“ Little Piggies! Little Piggies! Let me in!” It said hitting the door with it’s hammer. 

The door vibrated with it’s force. The door cracked leaving a crack that looked like a J. It hit the door with such powerful force that the door gave in and their was a hole left in the door. My brother ran down and carried chairs to keep it stable. The clown reached it’s hands threw the hole and unlocked the door. The door alarms went off. The sound blaring and screechy. The clown screamed and covered its ears. 

“ I’ll go by the sliding door for the backyard so they don’t get in that way!” My brother screamed trying to get heard over the door alarm. 

“ Ok!” I said,

The door alarm finally went off.

                                                                                                 4

Silence for about two seconds. I heard multiple screams from outside. I heard knifes cutting back and forth into somebody’s abdomen. Mayhem has filled the streets nothing but chaos. I saw clowns fighting each other the stronger one winning and taking down the other. I saw people fight back on clowns only to get beaten and lay lifeless on the floor. I heard laughter and saw colors I never wanted to see again. I saw clowns on top of people choking them to death. 

I couldn’t stand looking out the broken door and I looked back where my brother was just for me to find an empty room. I walked towards the kitchen and I found blood splatter on the corner of the counter and on the wall. I saw the the slider was open and I looked out and saw a clown dragging my brother is legs dragging against the jagged concrete. 

It was wearing a black, red, and white jumpsuit. It having a pouch for its knife. Its jumpsuit having its left side of the jumpsuit striped with red and black. The stripes running all the way down to its calf. Its left arm having red and black polka dots running all the way up to its shoulder. It was about 6’4 and really strong. The right side of its body was polka dotted with its victims blood running all the way down to its calf. Its right arm striped with red and black running all the way up to the shoulder. It had a wrap-around collar that was splatter with blood. It had a clown mask with black hair sticking out of the sides of its head. The mask painted white. Its eyes yellow and soulless. The eyes having black circles around it. It’s mouth painted with a sinister smile. Black paint around the mouth outlining it’s sinister smile. It having black gloves. It having black combat boots with steel tips shining brightly.

I grabbed my metal bat and ran out of the house. I ran up to the clown which I did with ease for it was walking at a turtle pace. I swung it dropped my brother and caught the bat. It held the bat by its ribs which was easy for me to jab with the bat and hit it in the ribs. It grabbed its ribs in pain. I swung my bat at its knee and it dropped to the floor. I hit it in the head splitting its head open and its blood making a river down the stream. I grabbed my brother and put his arm over my shoulder and I dragged him back to our house. Trying to be as fast as I could not wanting to get slaughtered. 

                        5

I got inside and laid my brother on the tile. His legs were torn and ripped. His pants were ripped. Blood coming from his leg. Flesh showing. His head bashed in and bleeding. Blood trickling down his head. I put my ear to his heart afraid to know if he was alive or not. Nothing. No beat no sound. Silence. I cried. If only dad were here this would’ve never happened to him.  I got up I grabbed my knife. Sweat trickling down my face. My hair in my face from sweat. I saw the clown get up from the ground. Dragging its leg. I opened the slider. It got closer. I closed the slider. I took a step on the concrete. It at the gate of the fence. I took another step. I held my knife up. It opened the gate. It walked closer. We met face to face. I took a jab at the clown. It dodged and grabbed it and it held my wrist bending it back more and more. I heard slight cracks. I set my jaw trying to stop the screams. I tightened my fist and bended forward. My wrist no longer strong. 

I took a punch at it. It to slow to dodge. 

Its teeth bleeding. Its nose broken. It stumbled a little bit surprised at its new nose job. It tried to stab me. I grabbed the knife and twisted it towards its direction. I put force on the knife piercing into its stomach. It howled in pain. I drove the knife into it more and more. Its screams becoming louder. I pulled the knife out. It’s on the floor. Blood making our grass moist and colored. I wiped the knife on its clothes getting rid of the blood. My wrist limp. I walked back inside. Closing the slider. I locked it. I went into the living room and there stood two clowns. They looked identical. There clothes matching. The only difference were their gloves and weapons. 

The clowns were strong with muscles showing through there clothes. The first clown, had a mask that was plastic with a black elastic band holding the mask up on their face. The mask had very defined cheek bones. The eyes had little cut outs showing there stormy eyes. The mask had a painted on red nose. The mouth having a smile cut out with red paint around the cut out. The top of the eyes having little black dashes indicating that they have eyelashes. Black paint surrounding the eye sockets. Its outfit red, black, and white. Its suspenders red and ripping. Its suit pants black. There white dress shirt ripped with no sleeves. The shirt had blood splatter.

                                                                                                   6

They had a skinny black tie dangling from their neck. One of the clowns had black leather fingerless gloves with spikes at the knuckles. The other clown having leather fingerless glove with spikes on the knuckles. 

The clown that wore the white gloves had sharp shiny riddick blades ready to slice into me. The riddick blades having gold handles. The blade long and curved. The blade clean and ready to get dirty. 

The other clown with black gloves had a hatchet. The hatchet was short and perfect for it. The handle was a glazed wood that was a bright brown. It’s fingers clenched on the handle. The end of the blade sharpened to it’s pleasure. 

They waved at me. I was petrified. I ran into the kitchen as they chased after me. I grabbed my bat and I swung. I missed and the clown with the white gloves cut my forehead with its riddick blade. I screamed. The clown with the black gloves sliced his hatchet into my arm leaving a huge gash. The pain excruciating. I hit the clown with the riddick blades making it collapse. It holding its ribs in pain. I swung my bat again only to get hit in the head by the backend of the handle of the hatchet. I grabbed my head my hand covered in red blood. I screamed in pain. My mom ran down the steps with her shotgun ready. She reloaded her gun. The clown laughed for it thought she did not have the guts. She shot. Smoke behind the bullet. The metal bullet now in the clowns chest. It grabbing it’s chest. Blood sputtering from its mouth. It kneeling down in surprise. She reloaded the shells hitting the floor. She shot again this time hitting the clown in the neck. It laid still. The carpet stained with blood. She shot the other clown in the head ending it’s misery. She blew the smoke from her gun. I saw my brother awake and shivering on the couch for he did not want to see that side of mother. But that’s not what he was looking at he was looking at the closet where we store all the supplies for medicine and weapons. He pointed in fear. I followed his finger. I slowly picked my knife up. I walked over to the closet. I held up my knife. I slowly opened the closet. Their was a clown waving slowly for it has just been found. It lunged at me. I dodged and it ran into the couch hitting its chest. I grabbed it by the collar of its outfit and threw it to the ground. I had enough of this Clown Purge. I got on top of it and put my bat to its neck. Slowly pressing down on it choking it more and more.

                                                                                                  7

It gagging. It grabbed at my neck trying to choke me but I was too far to reach for it’s eyes were slowly closing. I pressed harder slightly breaking its neck. Its breathing slow and almost not there. I pressed really hard and broke its neck ending its misery. I got off of it. My arms tired from putting that restraint on it. I relaxed my arms. I grabbed my knife and saw my brother relaxing on the ground with his handgun beside him. I asked him to get up and he tried but collapsed back down. His legs were still wounded. The day was almost done for The Clown Purge was almost over. I sat down next to him. If only dad were here he would’ve never let this happen. I heard loud screams and realized it was my mom. She was in the kitchen. I ran over to the kitchen. My knife ready.      

   

  

                                   The Clown Purge

I started packing up my room as my mother told me we were moving. I walked downstairs carrying my boxes. I set my boxes in our car. I closed the hatch and got in the car. I wasn’t happy where I was moving to. San Diego is not a place for me. It’s overpopulated and popular. Which means it’s known for problems. There is almost 25 crimes a day in San Diego. That’s a lot. I don’t trust overpopulated areas there's too many problems. Later did I know I was correct.

Day 1,

We finally arrived at our house in San Diego and I unpacked in my new room.  I’m doing this for my mom . I thought. We had to move here because our other job in Ohio didn’t give us a good pay and my father dying didn’t help. He got the better pay let us have a nice house but after he died my mom was struggling to keep the house. She couldn’t afford it because she was getting 30 dollars every 2 hours. I miss him so much. I remember him taking me to the pool in the backyard and he would carry me in the pool and I would think he had super strength but really it was the water making me 0 pounds. But, I miss his little lifts in the pool and his smile.  I loved him so much.

After, I was done unpacking and my mom and brother were done unpacking I went downstairs to spend time with my mom. I turned on the News. I saw on the TV that this little boy that lived in Greenville, South Carolina was playing in his backyard saw 2 clowns wandering in the woods that spotted him and asked if he wanted to come with them to their house. The little boy saw a path to a abandoned house with boarded up windows and new security systems. The little boy told his mother and the mother told the police and the police investigated the house interviewing them on TV. I turned it off. 

“ Mom, we're fine it’s in South Carolina not San Diego.” I said calming her down. 

Mom’s face was covered in horror as she knew that later on it would not just be South Carolina. 

                                                                                                1

Today, was my first day of school. I wasn’t excited. My dad would probably give me a little knuckle to my hair and say you got this. That’s all I needed right now. He made me feel like I was on top of the world without him I’m to the ground without him. 

I got on the bus for school today. I sat alone for I was nervous to make any interaction with other people right now. I started thinking about that clown sighting in South Carolina. Is it a hoax or is it real. The bus driver stopped at a stop sign. I looked outside the window for my eye caught a glimpse of a shadow. I looked out the window and I saw a tall man that had long fingers with white gloves on. He had a black hoodie and some jeans. He had a shiny bright object in his hand that looked almost like a knife but longer. He had something on his face...that was a clown mask. I started to freak out my eyes looking the other direction for it did not want to see no more. 

I looked behind the bus and the clown was running at the bus. Soon, slowing down for the bus was gone. 

I got off the bus and entered my house. 

“ How was your day William?” My mom asked,

“ It was fine.” I said quickly before running up the stairs.

I got out my computer and searched Clown Sightings. I found a lot of good stuff. I found out one of the killer clowns named Flomo Klown posted a lot of creepy stuff on his Facebook. That was pretty disturbing. Like, “ It’s going down tonight.” and “ I love kids.” Also, like “ Call us we want to play.” and “ See you at school.”  Some pretty disturbing stuff. I also, found out that they were supposedly going to attack on Halloween. That they were going to “play a little game.” All the evidence that they were going to attack on Halloween were all true and it gave me the chills. Also, I found out that some of the clowns were texting each other back in forth like Flomo Klown stating, “ I want to beat Mckee so bad Monday but they are so far away so here it is. Southlawn- Monday, Mckee-Tuesday, Bellingrath-Wednesday, Goodwyn-Thursday, Capitol Heights-Friday. Warning get ready to get y’all beat the F$#* High Schools Nxt Week IM SO READY.” 

                                                                                                  2

I woke up early because reading all the research really scared the heck out of me. I got on the bus. I sat down and relaxed because I needed to calm down. We stopped at the same stop sign where the accident happened and I looked out. I saw a little girl probably in here teens crying on the pavement. In the woods behind her I saw a shadow. I saw her look behind her and she screamed. The figure came out and it was a clown. It had a full colorful onesie colored with yellow, blue, red, and orange splattered with red blood. It’s mask looking like porcelain. The mask having a painted frown on it’s face. The red around the lips bright with color. The red around it’s eyes dark with horror. Two painted blue eyebrows on the mask down in sadness. The red traditional clown nose quiet with no sound.  

It honked its nose and hit her with it’s metal bat and she dropped to the floor. It put it’s hands under her armpits and dragged her into the woods. I froze in horror as a little girl was just dragged into the woods. I felt a surge of anxiety as the clown left leaving blood trails behind. I got more and more worried as it got closer to Halloween.

I couldn’t hold it back anymore I needed to tell my mom about these clowns. There is only 2 more days until Halloween and I needed to get my anxiety out. I got off the bus and ran inside. I searched for my mom. I found her in the kitchen. 

I told her everything about the clown sighting yesterday and the kidnapping today. I also, told her about how they might attack on Halloween.  Her face grew more and more terrified. If dad were here he would have gone to the stop sign and took care of the clowns. I wish he were here to know. 

My mom took me to a weapon shop near our school. I grabbed as many weapons as I could. We were ready for The Clown Purge. We bought a dagger, a machete, a shotgun, a handgun, and a swiss army knife. She drove home. If my dad were here we wouldn’t need weapons. He was so confident and brave. I got home and cut metal and boarded up the windows. I recharged and put new batteries in the security systems. We had to hurry tomorrow was Clown Day.  I was terrified to sleep because after sleep was death and mayhem. I put my knife next to my bed and fell asleep.

                                                                                               3

Clown Purge Day,

I got up early so the clowns couldn’t give any surprises. I looked outside about six times because I was nervous. I started feel like this was just a prank to scare us. I sat down on my bed. I relaxed a little. About, two minutes later I heard laughter outside my window. Like, a loud cackle from a witch. But, I immediately knew what it was. I looked outside my window and saw a killer clown laughing with a microphone in it’s hands. It had a yellow jumpsuit with it’s sleeves ripped off with a red and white sleeves under the jumpsuit. It had the classic red nose horn hanging off it’s nose. It had a painted white face and black streaks climbing down it’s eyes. The yellow jumpsuit having a little white collar ripped at the ends. It having black circles around it’s eyes. It had yellow rubber gloves on it’s hands. It having a slim red tie. It had black combat boots glimmering with steel. It having a red wig and a little red and yellow hat on it’s head. It having blood splatters on it’s jumpsuit and arms. It licking it’s knife to get rid of the blood. At last it spoke. It’s voiced cracked and sarcastic.

“ We just took over the United States. This ain't President Town it’s ClownTown now. I’m just warnin ya this is the official Clown Purge.” It said laughing hysterically and dancing around.

My heart started to race. Sirens blared the streets vibrating our house. I heard a knock at our door. I knew not to answer. I ran down and blocked the door. 

“ Little Piggies! Little Piggies! Let me in!” It said hitting the door with it’s hammer. 

The door vibrated with it’s force. The door cracked leaving a crack that looked like a J. It hit the door with such powerful force that the door gave in and their was a hole left in the door. My brother ran down and carried chairs to keep it stable. The clown reached it’s hands threw the hole and unlocked the door. The door alarms went off. The sound blaring and screechy. The clown screamed and covered its ears. 

“ I’ll go by the sliding door for the backyard so they don’t get in that way!” My brother screamed trying to get heard over the door alarm. 

“ Ok!” I said,

The door alarm finally went off.

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Silence for about two seconds. I heard multiple screams from outside. I heard knifes cutting back and forth into somebody’s abdomen. Mayhem has filled the streets nothing but chaos. I saw clowns fighting each other the stronger one winning and taking down the other. I saw people fight back on clowns only to get beaten and lay lifeless on the floor. I heard laughter and saw colors I never wanted to see again. I saw clowns on top of people choking them to death. 

I couldn’t stand looking out the broken door and I looked back where my brother was just for me to find an empty room. I walked towards the kitchen and I found blood splatter on the corner of the counter and on the wall. I saw the the slider was open and I looked out and saw a clown dragging my brother is legs dragging against the jagged concrete. 

It was wearing a black, red, and white jumpsuit. It having a pouch for its knife. Its jumpsuit having its left side of the jumpsuit striped with red and black. The stripes running all the way down to its calf. Its left arm having red and black polka dots running all the way up to its shoulder. It was about 6’4 and really strong. The right side of its body was polka dotted with its victims blood running all the way down to its calf. Its right arm striped with red and black running all the way up to the shoulder. It had a wrap-around collar that was splatter with blood. It had a clown mask with black hair sticking out of the sides of its head. The mask painted white. Its eyes yellow and soulless. The eyes having black circles around it. It’s mouth painted with a sinister smile. Black paint around the mouth outlining it’s sinister smile. It having black gloves. It having black combat boots with steel tips shining brightly.

I grabbed my metal bat and ran out of the house. I ran up to the clown which I did with ease for it was walking at a turtle pace. I swung it dropped my brother and caught the bat. It held the bat by its ribs which was easy for me to jab with the bat and hit it in the ribs. It grabbed its ribs in pain. I swung my bat at its knee and it dropped to the floor. I hit it in the head splitting its head open and its blood making a river down the stream. I grabbed my brother and put his arm over my shoulder and I dragged him back to our house. Trying to be as fast as I could not wanting to get slaughtered. 

                        5

I got inside and laid my brother on the tile. His legs were torn and ripped. His pants were ripped. Blood coming from his leg. Flesh showing. His head bashed in and bleeding. Blood trickling down his head. I put my ear to his heart afraid to know if he was alive or not. Nothing. No beat no sound. Silence. I cried. If only dad were here this would’ve never happened to him.  I got up I grabbed my knife. Sweat trickling down my face. My hair in my face from sweat. I saw the clown get up from the ground. Dragging its leg. I opened the slider. It got closer. I closed the slider. I took a step on the concrete. It at the gate of the fence. I took another step. I held my knife up. It opened the gate. It walked closer. We met face to face. I took a jab at the clown. It dodged and grabbed it and it held my wrist bending it back more and more. I heard slight cracks. I set my jaw trying to stop the screams. I tightened my fist and bended forward. My wrist no longer strong. 

I took a punch at it. It to slow to dodge. 

Its teeth bleeding. Its nose broken. It stumbled a little bit surprised at its new nose job. It tried to stab me. I grabbed the knife and twisted it towards its direction. I put force on the knife piercing into its stomach. It howled in pain. I drove the knife into it more and more. Its screams becoming louder. I pulled the knife out. It’s on the floor. Blood making our grass moist and colored. I wiped the knife on its clothes getting rid of the blood. My wrist limp. I walked back inside. Closing the slider. I locked it. I went into the living room and there stood two clowns. They looked identical. There clothes matching. The only difference were their gloves and weapons. 

The clowns were strong with muscles showing through there clothes. The first clown, had a mask that was plastic with a black elastic band holding the mask up on their face. The mask had very defined cheek bones. The eyes had little cut outs showing there stormy eyes. The mask had a painted on red nose. The mouth having a smile cut out with red paint around the cut out. The top of the eyes having little black dashes indicating that they have eyelashes. Black paint surrounding the eye sockets. Its outfit red, black, and white. Its suspenders red and ripping. Its suit pants black. There white dress shirt ripped with no sleeves. The shirt had blood splatter.

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They had a skinny black tie dangling from their neck. One of the clowns had black leather fingerless gloves with spikes at the knuckles. The other clown having leather fingerless glove with spikes on the knuckles. 

The clown that wore the white gloves had sharp shiny riddick blades ready to slice into me. The riddick blades having gold handles. The blade long and curved. The blade clean and ready to get dirty. 

The other clown with black gloves had a hatchet. The hatchet was short and perfect for it. The handle was a glazed wood that was a bright brown. It’s fingers clenched on the handle. The end of the blade sharpened to it’s pleasure. 

They waved at me. I was petrified. I ran into the kitchen as they chased after me. I grabbed my bat and I swung. I missed and the clown with the white gloves cut my forehead with its riddick blade. I screamed. The clown with the black gloves sliced his hatchet into my arm leaving a huge gash. The pain excruciating. I hit the clown with the riddick blades making it collapse. It holding its ribs in pain. I swung my bat again only to get hit in the head by the backend of the handle of the hatchet. I grabbed my head my hand covered in red blood. I screamed in pain. My mom ran down the steps with her shotgun ready. She reloaded her gun. The clown laughed for it thought she did not have the guts. She shot. Smoke behind the bullet. The metal bullet now in the clowns chest. It grabbing it’s chest. Blood sputtering from its mouth. It kneeling down in surprise. She reloaded the shells hitting the floor. She shot again this time hitting the clown in the neck. It laid still. The carpet stained with blood. She shot the other clown in the head ending it’s misery. She blew the smoke from her gun. I saw my brother awake and shivering on the couch for he did not want to see that side of mother. But that’s not what he was looking at he was looking at the closet where we store all the supplies for medicine and weapons. He pointed in fear. I followed his finger. I slowly picked my knife up. I walked over to the closet. I held up my knife. I slowly opened the closet. Their was a clown waving slowly for it has just been found. It lunged at me. I dodged and it ran into the couch hitting its chest. I grabbed it by the collar of its outfit and threw it to the ground. I had enough of this Clown Purge. I got on top of it and put my bat to its neck. Slowly pressing down on it choking it more and more.

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It gagging. It grabbed at my neck trying to choke me but I was too far to reach for it’s eyes were slowly closing. I pressed harder slightly breaking its neck. Its breathing slow and almost not there. I pressed really hard and broke its neck ending its misery. I got off of it. My arms tired from putting that restraint on it. I relaxed my arms. I grabbed my knife and saw my brother relaxing on the ground with his handgun beside him. I asked him to get up and he tried but collapsed back down. His legs were still wounded. The day was almost done for The Clown Purge was almost over. I sat down next to him. If only dad were here he would’ve never let this happen. I heard loud screams and realized it was my mom. She was in the kitchen. I ran over to the kitchen. My knife ready.      

   

  

                                   The Clown Purge

I started packing up my room as my mother told me we were moving. I walked downstairs carrying my boxes. I set my boxes in our car. I closed the hatch and got in the car. I wasn’t happy where I was moving to. San Diego is not a place for me. It’s overpopulated and popular. Which means it’s known for problems. There is almost 25 crimes a day in San Diego. That’s a lot. I don’t trust overpopulated areas there's too many problems. Later did I know I was correct.

Day 1,

We finally arrived at our house in San Diego and I unpacked in my new room.  I’m doing this for my mom . I thought. We had to move here because our other job in Ohio didn’t give us a good pay and my father dying didn’t help. He got the better pay let us have a nice house but after he died my mom was struggling to keep the house. She couldn’t afford it because she was getting 30 dollars every 2 hours. I miss him so much. I remember him taking me to the pool in the backyard and he would carry me in the pool and I would think he had super strength but really it was the water making me 0 pounds. But, I miss his little lifts in the pool and his smile.  I loved him so much.

After, I was done unpacking and my mom and brother were done unpacking I went downstairs to spend time with my mom. I turned on the News. I saw on the TV that this little boy that lived in Greenville, South Carolina was playing in his backyard saw 2 clowns wandering in the woods that spotted him and asked if he wanted to come with them to their house. The little boy saw a path to a abandoned house with boarded up windows and new security systems. The little boy told his mother and the mother told the police and the police investigated the house interviewing them on TV. I turned it off. 

“ Mom, we're fine it’s in South Carolina not San Diego.” I said calming her down. 

Mom’s face was covered in horror as she knew that later on it would not just be South Carolina. 

                                                                                                1

Today, was my first day of school. I wasn’t excited. My dad would probably give me a little knuckle to my hair and say you got this. That’s all I needed right now. He made me feel like I was on top of the world without him I’m to the ground without him. 

I got on the bus for school today. I sat alone for I was nervous to make any interaction with other people right now. I started thinking about that clown sighting in South Carolina. Is it a hoax or is it real. The bus driver stopped at a stop sign. I looked outside the window for my eye caught a glimpse of a shadow. I looked out the window and I saw a tall man that had long fingers with white gloves on. He had a black hoodie and some jeans. He had a shiny bright object in his hand that looked almost like a knife but longer. He had something on his face...that was a clown mask. I started to freak out my eyes looking the other direction for it did not want to see no more. 

I looked behind the bus and the clown was running at the bus. Soon, slowing down for the bus was gone. 

I got off the bus and entered my house. 

“ How was your day William?” My mom asked,

“ It was fine.” I said quickly before running up the stairs.

I got out my computer and searched Clown Sightings. I found a lot of good stuff. I found out one of the killer clowns named Flomo Klown posted a lot of creepy stuff on his Facebook. That was pretty disturbing. Like, “ It’s going down tonight.” and “ I love kids.” Also, like “ Call us we want to play.” and “ See you at school.”  Some pretty disturbing stuff. I also, found out that they were supposedly going to attack on Halloween. That they were going to “play a little game.” All the evidence that they were going to attack on Halloween were all true and it gave me the chills. Also, I found out that some of the clowns were texting each other back in forth like Flomo Klown stating, “ I want to beat Mckee so bad Monday but they are so far away so here it is. Southlawn- Monday, Mckee-Tuesday, Bellingrath-Wednesday, Goodwyn-Thursday, Capitol Heights-Friday. Warning get ready to get y’all beat the F$#* High Schools Nxt Week IM SO READY.” 

                                                                                                  2

I woke up early because reading all the research really scared the heck out of me. I got on the bus. I sat down and relaxed because I needed to calm down. We stopped at the same stop sign where the accident happened and I looked out. I saw a little girl probably in here teens crying on the pavement. In the woods behind her I saw a shadow. I saw her look behind her and she screamed. The figure came out and it was a clown. It had a full colorful onesie colored with yellow, blue, red, and orange splattered with red blood. It’s mask looking like porcelain. The mask having a painted frown on it’s face. The red around the lips bright with color. The red around it’s eyes dark with horror. Two painted blue eyebrows on the mask down in sadness. The red traditional clown nose quiet with no sound.  

It honked its nose and hit her with it’s metal bat and she dropped to the floor. It put it’s hands under her armpits and dragged her into the woods. I froze in horror as a little girl was just dragged into the woods. I felt a surge of anxiety as the clown left leaving blood trails behind. I got more and more worried as it got closer to Halloween.

I couldn’t hold it back anymore I needed to tell my mom about these clowns. There is only 2 more days until Halloween and I needed to get my anxiety out. I got off the bus and ran inside. I searched for my mom. I found her in the kitchen. 

I told her everything about the clown sighting yesterday and the kidnapping today. I also, told her about how they might attack on Halloween.  Her face grew more and more terrified. If dad were here he would have gone to the stop sign and took care of the clowns. I wish he were here to know. 

My mom took me to a weapon shop near our school. I grabbed as many weapons as I could. We were ready for The Clown Purge. We bought a dagger, a machete, a shotgun, a handgun, and a swiss army knife. She drove home. If my dad were here we wouldn’t need weapons. He was so confident and brave. I got home and cut metal and boarded up the windows. I recharged and put new batteries in the security systems. We had to hurry tomorrow was Clown Day.  I was terrified to sleep because after sleep was death and mayhem. I put my knife next to my bed and fell asleep.

                                                                                               3

Clown Purge Day,

I got up early so the clowns couldn’t give any surprises. I looked outside about six times because I was nervous. I started feel like this was just a prank to scare us. I sat down on my bed. I relaxed a little. About, two minutes later I heard laughter outside my window. Like, a loud cackle from a witch. But, I immediately knew what it was. I looked outside my window and saw a killer clown laughing with a microphone in it’s hands. It had a yellow jumpsuit with it’s sleeves ripped off with a red and white sleeves under the jumpsuit. It had the classic red nose horn hanging off it’s nose. It had a painted white face and black streaks climbing down it’s eyes. The yellow jumpsuit having a little white collar ripped at the ends. It having black circles around it’s eyes. It had yellow rubber gloves on it’s hands. It having a slim red tie. It had black combat boots glimmering with steel. It having a red wig and a little red and yellow hat on it’s head. It having blood splatters on it’s jumpsuit and arms. It licking it’s knife to get rid of the blood. At last it spoke. It’s voiced cracked and sarcastic.

“ We just took over the United States. This ain't President Town it’s ClownTown now. I’m just warnin ya this is the official Clown Purge.” It said laughing hysterically and dancing around.

My heart started to race. Sirens blared the streets vibrating our house. I heard a knock at our door. I knew not to answer. I ran down and blocked the door. 

“ Little Piggies! Little Piggies! Let me in!” It said hitting the door with it’s hammer. 

The door vibrated with it’s force. The door cracked leaving a crack that looked like a J. It hit the door with such powerful force that the door gave in and their was a hole left in the door. My brother ran down and carried chairs to keep it stable. The clown reached it’s hands threw the hole and unlocked the door. The door alarms went off. The sound blaring and screechy. The clown screamed and covered its ears. 

“ I’ll go by the sliding door for the backyard so they don’t get in that way!” My brother screamed trying to get heard over the door alarm. 

“ Ok!” I said,

The door alarm finally went off.

                                                                                                 4

Silence for about two seconds. I heard multiple screams from outside. I heard knifes cutting back and forth into somebody’s abdomen. Mayhem has filled the streets nothing but chaos. I saw clowns fighting each other the stronger one winning and taking down the other. I saw people fight back on clowns only to get beaten and lay lifeless on the floor. I heard laughter and saw colors I never wanted to see again. I saw clowns on top of people choking them to death. 

I couldn’t stand looking out the broken door and I looked back where my brother was just for me to find an empty room. I walked towards the kitchen and I found blood splatter on the corner of the counter and on the wall. I saw the the slider was open and I looked out and saw a clown dragging my brother is legs dragging against the jagged concrete. 

It was wearing a black, red, and white jumpsuit. It having a pouch for its knife. Its jumpsuit having its left side of the jumpsuit striped with red and black. The stripes running all the way down to its calf. Its left arm having red and black polka dots running all the way up to its shoulder. It was about 6’4 and really strong. The right side of its body was polka dotted with its victims blood running all the way down to its calf. Its right arm striped with red and black running all the way up to the shoulder. It had a wrap-around collar that was splatter with blood. It had a clown mask with black hair sticking out of the sides of its head. The mask painted white. Its eyes yellow and soulless. The eyes having black circles around it. It’s mouth painted with a sinister smile. Black paint around the mouth outlining it’s sinister smile. It having black gloves. It having black combat boots with steel tips shining brightly.

I grabbed my metal bat and ran out of the house. I ran up to the clown which I did with ease for it was walking at a turtle pace. I swung it dropped my brother and caught the bat. It held the bat by its ribs which was easy for me to jab with the bat and hit it in the ribs. It grabbed its ribs in pain. I swung my bat at its knee and it dropped to the floor. I hit it in the head splitting its head open and its blood making a river down the stream. I grabbed my brother and put his arm over my shoulder and I dragged him back to our house. Trying to be as fast as I could not wanting to get slaughtered. 

                        5

I got inside and laid my brother on the tile. His legs were torn and ripped. His pants were ripped. Blood coming from his leg. Flesh showing. His head bashed in and bleeding. Blood trickling down his head. I put my ear to his heart afraid to know if he was alive or not. Nothing. No beat no sound. Silence. I cried. If only dad were here this would’ve never happened to him.  I got up I grabbed my knife. Sweat trickling down my face. My hair in my face from sweat. I saw the clown get up from the ground. Dragging its leg. I opened the slider. It got closer. I closed the slider. I took a step on the concrete. It at the gate of the fence. I took another step. I held my knife up. It opened the gate. It walked closer. We met face to face. I took a jab at the clown. It dodged and grabbed it and it held my wrist bending it back more and more. I heard slight cracks. I set my jaw trying to stop the screams. I tightened my fist and bended forward. My wrist no longer strong. 

I took a punch at it. It to slow to dodge. 

Its teeth bleeding. Its nose broken. It stumbled a little bit surprised at its new nose job. It tried to stab me. I grabbed the knife and twisted it towards its direction. I put force on the knife piercing into its stomach. It howled in pain. I drove the knife into it more and more. Its screams becoming louder. I pulled the knife out. It’s on the floor. Blood making our grass moist and colored. I wiped the knife on its clothes getting rid of the blood. My wrist limp. I walked back inside. Closing the slider. I locked it. I went into the living room and there stood two clowns. They looked identical. There clothes matching. The only difference were their gloves and weapons. 

The clowns were strong with muscles showing through there clothes. The first clown, had a mask that was plastic with a black elastic band holding the mask up on their face. The mask had very defined cheek bones. The eyes had little cut outs showing there stormy eyes. The mask had a painted on red nose. The mouth having a smile cut out with red paint around the cut out. The top of the eyes having little black dashes indicating that they have eyelashes. Black paint surrounding the eye sockets. Its outfit red, black, and white. Its suspenders red and ripping. Its suit pants black. There white dress shirt ripped with no sleeves. The shirt had blood splatter.

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They had a skinny black tie dangling from their neck. One of the clowns had black leather fingerless gloves with spikes at the knuckles. The other clown having leather fingerless glove with spikes on the knuckles. 

The clown that wore the white gloves had sharp shiny riddick blades ready to slice into me. The riddick blades having gold handles. The blade long and curved. The blade clean and ready to get dirty. 

The other clown with black gloves had a hatchet. The hatchet was short and perfect for it. The handle was a glazed wood that was a bright brown. It’s fingers clenched on the handle. The end of the blade sharpened to it’s pleasure. 

They waved at me. I was petrified. I ran into the kitchen as they chased after me. I grabbed my bat and I swung. I missed and the clown with the white gloves cut my forehead with its riddick blade. I screamed. The clown with the black gloves sliced his hatchet into my arm leaving a huge gash. The pain excruciating. I hit the clown with the riddick blades making it collapse. It holding its ribs in pain. I swung my bat again only to get hit in the head by the backend of the handle of the hatchet. I grabbed my head my hand covered in red blood. I screamed in pain. My mom ran down the steps with her shotgun ready. She reloaded her gun. The clown laughed for it thought she did not have the guts. She shot. Smoke behind the bullet. The metal bullet now in the clowns chest. It grabbing it’s chest. Blood sputtering from its mouth. It kneeling down in surprise. She reloaded the shells hitting the floor. She shot again this time hitting the clown in the neck. It laid still. The carpet stained with blood. She shot the other clown in the head ending it’s misery. She blew the smoke from her gun. I saw my brother awake and shivering on the couch for he did not want to see that side of mother. But that’s not what he was looking at he was looking at the closet where we store all the supplies for medicine and weapons. He pointed in fear. I followed his finger. I slowly picked my knife up. I walked over to the closet. I held up my knife. I slowly opened the closet. Their was a clown waving slowly for it has just been found. It lunged at me. I dodged and it ran into the couch hitting its chest. I grabbed it by the collar of its outfit and threw it to the ground. I had enough of this Clown Purge. I got on top of it and put my bat to its neck. Slowly pressing down on it choking it more and more.

                                                                                                  7

It gagging. It grabbed at my neck trying to choke me but I was too far to reach for it’s eyes were slowly closing. I pressed harder slightly breaking its neck. Its breathing slow and almost not there. I pressed really hard and broke its neck ending its misery. I got off of it. My arms tired from putting that restraint on it. I relaxed my arms. I grabbed my knife and saw my brother relaxing on the ground with his handgun beside him. I asked him to get up and he tried but collapsed back down. His legs were still wounded. The day was almost done for The Clown Purge was almost over. I sat down next to him. If only dad were here he would’ve never let this happen. I heard loud screams and realized it was my mom. She was in the kitchen. I ran over to the kitchen. My knife ready.      

   

  

                                   The Clown Purge

I started packing up my room as my mother told me we were moving. I walked downstairs carrying my boxes. I set my boxes in our car. I closed the hatch and got in the car. I wasn’t happy where I was moving to. San Diego is not a place for me. It’s overpopulated and popular. Which means it’s known for problems. There is almost 25 crimes a day in San Diego. That’s a lot. I don’t trust overpopulated areas there's too many problems. Later did I know I was correct.

Day 1,

We finally arrived at our house in San Diego and I unpacked in my new room.  I’m doing this for my mom . I thought. We had to move here because our other job in Ohio didn’t give us a good pay and my father dying didn’t help. He got the better pay let us have a nice house but after he died my mom was struggling to keep the house. She couldn’t afford it because she was getting 30 dollars every 2 hours. I miss him so much. I remember him taking me to the pool in the backyard and he would carry me in the pool and I would think he had super strength but really it was the water making me 0 pounds. But, I miss his little lifts in the pool and his smile.  I loved him so much.

After, I was done unpacking and my mom and brother were done unpacking I went downstairs to spend time with my mom. I turned on the News. I saw on the TV that this little boy that lived in Greenville, South Carolina was playing in his backyard saw 2 clowns wandering in the woods that spotted him and asked if he wanted to come with them to their house. The little boy saw a path to a abandoned house with boarded up windows and new security systems. The little boy told his mother and the mother told the police and the police investigated the house interviewing them on TV. I turned it off. 

“ Mom, we're fine it’s in South Carolina not San Diego.” I said calming her down. 

Mom’s face was covered in horror as she knew that later on it would not just be South Carolina. 

                                                                                                1

Today, was my first day of school. I wasn’t excited. My dad would probably give me a little knuckle to my hair and say you got this. That’s all I needed right now. He made me feel like I was on top of the world without him I’m to the ground without him. 

I got on the bus for school today. I sat alone for I was nervous to make any interaction with other people right now. I started thinking about that clown sighting in South Carolina. Is it a hoax or is it real. The bus driver stopped at a stop sign. I looked outside the window for my eye caught a glimpse of a shadow. I looked out the window and I saw a tall man that had long fingers with white gloves on. He had a black hoodie and some jeans. He had a shiny bright object in his hand that looked almost like a knife but longer. He had something on his face...that was a clown mask. I started to freak out my eyes looking the other direction for it did not want to see no more. 

I looked behind the bus and the clown was running at the bus. Soon, slowing down for the bus was gone. 

I got off the bus and entered my house. 

“ How was your day William?” My mom asked,

“ It was fine.” I said quickly before running up the stairs.

I got out my computer and searched Clown Sightings. I found a lot of good stuff. I found out one of the killer clowns named Flomo Klown posted a lot of creepy stuff on his Facebook. That was pretty disturbing. Like, “ It’s going down tonight.” and “ I love kids.” Also, like “ Call us we want to play.” and “ See you at school.”  Some pretty disturbing stuff. I also, found out that they were supposedly going to attack on Halloween. That they were going to “play a little game.” All the evidence that they were going to attack on Halloween were all true and it gave me the chills. Also, I found out that some of the clowns were texting each other back in forth like Flomo Klown stating, “ I want to beat Mckee so bad Monday but they are so far away so here it is. Southlawn- Monday, Mckee-Tuesday, Bellingrath-Wednesday, Goodwyn-Thursday, Capitol Heights-Friday. Warning get ready to get y’all beat the F$#* High Schools Nxt Week IM SO READY.” 

                                                                                                  2

I woke up early because reading all the research really scared the heck out of me. I got on the bus. I sat down and relaxed because I needed to calm down. We stopped at the same stop sign where the accident happened and I looked out. I saw a little girl probably in here teens crying on the pavement. In the woods behind her I saw a shadow. I saw her look behind her and she screamed. The figure came out and it was a clown. It had a full colorful onesie colored with yellow, blue, red, and orange splattered with red blood. It’s mask looking like porcelain. The mask having a painted frown on it’s face. The red around the lips bright with color. The red around it’s eyes dark with horror. Two painted blue eyebrows on the mask down in sadness. The red traditional clown nose quiet with no sound.  

It honked its nose and hit her with it’s metal bat and she dropped to the floor. It put it’s hands under her armpits and dragged her into the woods. I froze in horror as a little girl was just dragged into the woods. I felt a surge of anxiety as the clown left leaving blood trails behind. I got more and more worried as it got closer to Halloween.

I couldn’t hold it back anymore I needed to tell my mom about these clowns. There is only 2 more days until Halloween and I needed to get my anxiety out. I got off the bus and ran inside. I searched for my mom. I found her in the kitchen. 

I told her everything about the clown sighting yesterday and the kidnapping today. I also, told her about how they might attack on Halloween.  Her face grew more and more terrified. If dad were here he would have gone to the stop sign and took care of the clowns. I wish he were here to know. 

My mom took me to a weapon shop near our school. I grabbed as many weapons as I could. We were ready for The Clown Purge. We bought a dagger, a machete, a shotgun, a handgun, and a swiss army knife. She drove home. If my dad were here we wouldn’t need weapons. He was so confident and brave. I got home and cut metal and boarded up the windows. I recharged and put new batteries in the security systems. We had to hurry tomorrow was Clown Day.  I was terrified to sleep because after sleep was death and mayhem. I put my knife next to my bed and fell asleep.

                                                                                               3

Clown Purge Day,

I got up early so the clowns couldn’t give any surprises. I looked outside about six times because I was nervous. I started feel like this was just a prank to scare us. I sat down on my bed. I relaxed a little. About, two minutes later I heard laughter outside my window. Like, a loud cackle from a witch. But, I immediately knew what it was. I looked outside my window and saw a killer clown laughing with a microphone in it’s hands. It had a yellow jumpsuit with it’s sleeves ripped off with a red and white sleeves under the jumpsuit. It had the classic red nose horn hanging off it’s nose. It had a painted white face and black streaks climbing down it’s eyes. The yellow jumpsuit having a little white collar ripped at the ends. It having black circles around it’s eyes. It had yellow rubber gloves on it’s hands. It having a slim red tie. It had black combat boots glimmering with steel. It having a red wig and a little red and yellow hat on it’s head. It having blood splatters on it’s jumpsuit and arms. It licking it’s knife to get rid of the blood. At last it spoke. It’s voiced cracked and sarcastic.

“ We just took over the United States. This ain't President Town it’s ClownTown now. I’m just warnin ya this is the official Clown Purge.” It said laughing hysterically and dancing around.

My heart started to race. Sirens blared the streets vibrating our house. I heard a knock at our door. I knew not to answer. I ran down and blocked the door. 

“ Little Piggies! Little Piggies! Let me in!” It said hitting the door with it’s hammer. 

The door vibrated with it’s force. The door cracked leaving a crack that looked like a J. It hit the door with such powerful force that the door gave in and their was a hole left in the door. My brother ran down and carried chairs to keep it stable. The clown reached it’s hands threw the hole and unlocked the door. The door alarms went off. The sound blaring and screechy. The clown screamed and covered its ears. 

“ I’ll go by the sliding door for the backyard so they don’t get in that way!” My brother screamed trying to get heard over the door alarm. 

“ Ok!” I said,

The door alarm finally went off.

                                                                                                 4

Silence for about two seconds. I heard multiple screams from outside. I heard knifes cutting back and forth into somebody’s abdomen. Mayhem has filled the streets nothing but chaos. I saw clowns fighting each other the stronger one winning and taking down the other. I saw people fight back on clowns only to get beaten and lay lifeless on the floor. I heard laughter and saw colors I never wanted to see again. I saw clowns on top of people choking them to death. 

I couldn’t stand looking out the broken door and I looked back where my brother was just for me to find an empty room. I walked towards the kitchen and I found blood splatter on the corner of the counter and on the wall. I saw the the slider was open and I looked out and saw a clown dragging my brother is legs dragging against the jagged concrete. 

It was wearing a black, red, and white jumpsuit. It having a pouch for its knife. Its jumpsuit having its left side of the jumpsuit striped with red and black. The stripes running all the way down to its calf. Its left arm having red and black polka dots running all the way up to its shoulder. It was about 6’4 and really strong. The right side of its body was polka dotted with its victims blood running all the way down to its calf. Its right arm striped with red and black running all the way up to the shoulder. It had a wrap-around collar that was splatter with blood. It had a clown mask with black hair sticking out of the sides of its head. The mask painted white. Its eyes yellow and soulless. The eyes having black circles around it. It’s mouth painted with a sinister smile. Black paint around the mouth outlining it’s sinister smile. It having black gloves. It having black combat boots with steel tips shining brightly.

I grabbed my metal bat and ran out of the house. I ran up to the clown which I did with ease for it was walking at a turtle pace. I swung it dropped my brother and caught the bat. It held the bat by its ribs which was easy for me to jab with the bat and hit it in the ribs. It grabbed its ribs in pain. I swung my bat at its knee and it dropped to the floor. I hit it in the head splitting its head open and its blood making a river down the stream. I grabbed my brother and put his arm over my shoulder and I dragged him back to our house. Trying to be as fast as I could not wanting to get slaughtered. 

                        5

I got inside and laid my brother on the tile. His legs were torn and ripped. His pants were ripped. Blood coming from his leg. Flesh showing. His head bashed in and bleeding. Blood trickling down his head. I put my ear to his heart afraid to know if he was alive or not. Nothing. No beat no sound. Silence. I cried. If only dad were here this would’ve never happened to him.  I got up I grabbed my knife. Sweat trickling down my face. My hair in my face from sweat. I saw the clown get up from the ground. Dragging its leg. I opened the slider. It got closer. I closed the slider. I took a step on the concrete. It at the gate of the fence. I took another step. I held my knife up. It opened the gate. It walked closer. We met face to face. I took a jab at the clown. It dodged and grabbed it and it held my wrist bending it back more and more. I heard slight cracks. I set my jaw trying to stop the screams. I tightened my fist and bended forward. My wrist no longer strong. 

I took a punch at it. It to slow to dodge. 

Its teeth bleeding. Its nose broken. It stumbled a little bit surprised at its new nose job. It tried to stab me. I grabbed the knife and twisted it towards its direction. I put force on the knife piercing into its stomach. It howled in pain. I drove the knife into it more and more. Its screams becoming louder. I pulled the knife out. It’s on the floor. Blood making our grass moist and colored. I wiped the knife on its clothes getting rid of the blood. My wrist limp. I walked back inside. Closing the slider. I locked it. I went into the living room and there stood two clowns. They looked identical. There clothes matching. The only difference were their gloves and weapons. 

The clowns were strong with muscles showing through there clothes. The first clown, had a mask that was plastic with a black elastic band holding the mask up on their face. The mask had very defined cheek bones. The eyes had little cut outs showing there stormy eyes. The mask had a painted on red nose. The mouth having a smile cut out with red paint around the cut out. The top of the eyes having little black dashes indicating that they have eyelashes. Black paint surrounding the eye sockets. Its outfit red, black, and white. Its suspenders red and ripping. Its suit pants black. There white dress shirt ripped with no sleeves. The shirt had blood splatter.

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They had a skinny black tie dangling from their neck. One of the clowns had black leather fingerless gloves with spikes at the knuckles. The other clown having leather fingerless glove with spikes on the knuckles. 

The clown that wore the white gloves had sharp shiny riddick blades ready to slice into me. The riddick blades having gold handles. The blade long and curved. The blade clean and ready to get dirty. 

The other clown with black gloves had a hatchet. The hatchet was short and perfect for it. The handle was a glazed wood that was a bright brown. It’s fingers clenched on the handle. The end of the blade sharpened to it’s pleasure. 

They waved at me. I was petrified. I ran into the kitchen as they chased after me. I grabbed my bat and I swung. I missed and the clown with the white gloves cut my forehead with its riddick blade. I screamed. The clown with the black gloves sliced his hatchet into my arm leaving a huge gash. The pain excruciating. I hit the clown with the riddick blades making it collapse. It holding its ribs in pain. I swung my bat again only to get hit in the head by the backend of the handle of the hatchet. I grabbed my head my hand covered in red blood. I screamed in pain. My mom ran down the steps with her shotgun ready. She reloaded her gun. The clown laughed for it thought she did not have the guts. She shot. Smoke behind the bullet. The metal bullet now in the clowns chest. It grabbing it’s chest. Blood sputtering from its mouth. It kneeling down in surprise. She reloaded the shells hitting the floor. She shot again this time hitting the clown in the neck. It laid still. The carpet stained with blood. She shot the other clown in the head ending it’s misery. She blew the smoke from her gun. I saw my brother awake and shivering on the couch for he did not want to see that side of mother. But that’s not what he was looking at he was looking at the closet where we store all the supplies for medicine and weapons. He pointed in fear. I followed his finger. I slowly picked my knife up. I walked over to the closet. I held up my knife. I slowly opened the closet. Their was a clown waving slowly for it has just been found. It lunged at me. I dodged and it ran into the couch hitting its chest. I grabbed it by the collar of its outfit and threw it to the ground. I had enough of this Clown Purge. I got on top of it and put my bat to its neck. Slowly pressing down on it choking it more and more.

                                                                                                  7

It gagging. It grabbed at my neck trying to choke me but I was too far to reach for it’s eyes were slowly closing. I pressed harder slightly breaking its neck. Its breathing slow and almost not there. I pressed really hard and broke its neck ending its misery. I got off of it. My arms tired from putting that restraint on it. I relaxed my arms. I grabbed my knife and saw my brother relaxing on the ground with his handgun beside him. I asked him to get up and he tried but collapsed back down. His legs were still wounded. The day was almost done for The Clown Purge was almost over. I sat down next to him. If only dad were here he would’ve never let this happen. I heard loud screams and realized it was my mom. She was in the kitchen. I ran over to the kitchen. My knife ready.      

   

  

                                   The Clown Purge

I started packing up my room as my mother told me we were moving. I walked downstairs carrying my boxes. I set my boxes in our car. I closed the hatch and got in the car. I wasn’t happy where I was moving to. San Diego is not a place for me. It’s overpopulated and popular. Which means it’s known for problems. There is almost 25 crimes a day in San Diego. That’s a lot. I don’t trust overpopulated areas there's too many problems. Later did I know I was correct.

Day 1,

We finally arrived at our house in San Diego and I unpacked in my new room.  I’m doing this for my mom . I thought. We had to move here because our other job in Ohio didn’t give us a good pay and my father dying didn’t help. He got the better pay let us have a nice house but after he died my mom was struggling to keep the house. She couldn’t afford it because she was getting 30 dollars every 2 hours. I miss him so much. I remember him taking me to the pool in the backyard and he would carry me in the pool and I would think he had super strength but really it was the water making me 0 pounds. But, I miss his little lifts in the pool and his smile.  I loved him so much.

After, I was done unpacking and my mom and brother were done unpacking I went downstairs to spend time with my mom. I turned on the News. I saw on the TV that this little boy that lived in Greenville, South Carolina was playing in his backyard saw 2 clowns wandering in the woods that spotted him and asked if he wanted to come with them to their house. The little boy saw a path to a abandoned house with boarded up windows and new security systems. The little boy told his mother and the mother told the police and the police investigated the house interviewing them on TV. I turned it off. 

“ Mom, we're fine it’s in South Carolina not San Diego.” I said calming her down. 

Mom’s face was covered in horror as she knew that later on it would not just be South Carolina. 

                                                                                                1

Today, was my first day of school. I wasn’t excited. My dad would probably give me a little knuckle to my hair and say you got this. That’s all I needed right now. He made me feel like I was on top of the world without him I’m to the ground without him. 

I got on the bus for school today. I sat alone for I was nervous to make any interaction with other people right now. I started thinking about that clown sighting in South Carolina. Is it a hoax or is it real. The bus driver stopped at a stop sign. I looked outside the window for my eye caught a glimpse of a shadow. I looked out the window and I saw a tall man that had long fingers with white gloves on. He had a black hoodie and some jeans. He had a shiny bright object in his hand that looked almost like a knife but longer. He had something on his face...that was a clown mask. I started to freak out my eyes looking the other direction for it did not want to see no more. 

I looked behind the bus and the clown was running at the bus. Soon, slowing down for the bus was gone. 

I got off the bus and entered my house. 

“ How was your day William?” My mom asked,

“ It was fine.” I said quickly before running up the stairs.

I got out my computer and searched Clown Sightings. I found a lot of good stuff. I found out one of the killer clowns named Flomo Klown posted a lot of creepy stuff on his Facebook. That was pretty disturbing. Like, “ It’s going down tonight.” and “ I love kids.” Also, like “ Call us we want to play.” and “ See you at school.”  Some pretty disturbing stuff. I also, found out that they were supposedly going to attack on Halloween. That they were going to “play a little game.” All the evidence that they were going to attack on Halloween were all true and it gave me the chills. Also, I found out that some of the clowns were texting each other back in forth like Flomo Klown stating, “ I want to beat Mckee so bad Monday but they are so far away so here it is. Southlawn- Monday, Mckee-Tuesday, Bellingrath-Wednesday, Goodwyn-Thursday, Capitol Heights-Friday. Warning get ready to get y’all beat the F$#* High Schools Nxt Week IM SO READY.” 

                                                                                                  2

I woke up early because reading all the research really scared the heck out of me. I got on the bus. I sat down and relaxed because I needed to calm down. We stopped at the same stop sign where the accident happened and I looked out. I saw a little girl probably in here teens crying on the pavement. In the woods behind her I saw a shadow. I saw her look behind her and she screamed. The figure came out and it was a clown. It had a full colorful onesie colored with yellow, blue, red, and orange splattered with red blood. It’s mask looking like porcelain. The mask having a painted frown on it’s face. The red around the lips bright with color. The red around it’s eyes dark with horror. Two painted blue eyebrows on the mask down in sadness. The red traditional clown nose quiet with no sound.  

It honked its nose and hit her with it’s metal bat and she dropped to the floor. It put it’s hands under her armpits and dragged her into the woods. I froze in horror as a little girl was just dragged into the woods. I felt a surge of anxiety as the clown left leaving blood trails behind. I got more and more worried as it got closer to Halloween.

I couldn’t hold it back anymore I needed to tell my mom about these clowns. There is only 2 more days until Halloween and I needed to get my anxiety out. I got off the bus and ran inside. I searched for my mom. I found her in the kitchen. 

I told her everything about the clown sighting yesterday and the kidnapping today. I also, told her about how they might attack on Halloween.  Her face grew more and more terrified. If dad were here he would have gone to the stop sign and took care of the clowns. I wish he were here to know. 

My mom took me to a weapon shop near our school. I grabbed as many weapons as I could. We were ready for The Clown Purge. We bought a dagger, a machete, a shotgun, a handgun, and a swiss army knife. She drove home. If my dad were here we wouldn’t need weapons. He was so confident and brave. I got home and cut metal and boarded up the windows. I recharged and put new batteries in the security systems. We had to hurry tomorrow was Clown Day.  I was terrified to sleep because after sleep was death and mayhem. I put my knife next to my bed and fell asleep.

                                                                                               3

Clown Purge Day,

I got up early so the clowns couldn’t give any surprises. I looked outside about six times because I was nervous. I started feel like this was just a prank to scare us. I sat down on my bed. I relaxed a little. About, two minutes later I heard laughter outside my window. Like, a loud cackle from a witch. But, I immediately knew what it was. I looked outside my window and saw a killer clown laughing with a microphone in it’s hands. It had a yellow jumpsuit with it’s sleeves ripped off with a red and white sleeves under the jumpsuit. It had the classic red nose horn hanging off it’s nose. It had a painted white face and black streaks climbing down it’s eyes. The yellow jumpsuit having a little white collar ripped at the ends. It having black circles around it’s eyes. It had yellow rubber gloves on it’s hands. It having a slim red tie. It had black combat boots glimmering with steel. It having a red wig and a little red and yellow hat on it’s head. It having blood splatters on it’s jumpsuit and arms. It licking it’s knife to get rid of the blood. At last it spoke. It’s voiced cracked and sarcastic.

“ We just took over the United States. This ain't President Town it’s ClownTown now. I’m just warnin ya this is the official Clown Purge.” It said laughing hysterically and dancing around.

My heart started to race. Sirens blared the streets vibrating our house. I heard a knock at our door. I knew not to answer. I ran down and blocked the door. 

“ Little Piggies! Little Piggies! Let me in!” It said hitting the door with it’s hammer. 

The door vibrated with it’s force. The door cracked leaving a crack that looked like a J. It hit the door with such powerful force that the door gave in and their was a hole left in the door. My brother ran down and carried chairs to keep it stable. The clown reached it’s hands threw the hole and unlocked the door. The door alarms went off. The sound blaring and screechy. The clown screamed and covered its ears. 

“ I’ll go by the sliding door for the backyard so they don’t get in that way!” My brother screamed trying to get heard over the door alarm. 

“ Ok!” I said,

The door alarm finally went off.

                                                                                                 4

Silence for about two seconds. I heard multiple screams from outside. I heard knifes cutting back and forth into somebody’s abdomen. Mayhem has filled the streets nothing but chaos. I saw clowns fighting each other the stronger one winning and taking down the other. I saw people fight back on clowns only to get beaten and lay lifeless on the floor. I heard laughter and saw colors I never wanted to see again. I saw clowns on top of people choking them to death. 

I couldn’t stand looking out the broken door and I looked back where my brother was just for me to find an empty room. I walked towards the kitchen and I found blood splatter on the corner of the counter and on the wall. I saw the the slider was open and I looked out and saw a clown dragging my brother is legs dragging against the jagged concrete. 

It was wearing a black, red, and white jumpsuit. It having a pouch for its knife. Its jumpsuit having its left side of the jumpsuit striped with red and black. The stripes running all the way down to its calf. Its left arm having red and black polka dots running all the way up to its shoulder. It was about 6’4 and really strong. The right side of its body was polka dotted with its victims blood running all the way down to its calf. Its right arm striped with red and black running all the way up to the shoulder. It had a wrap-around collar that was splatter with blood. It had a clown mask with black hair sticking out of the sides of its head. The mask painted white. Its eyes yellow and soulless. The eyes having black circles around it. It’s mouth painted with a sinister smile. Black paint around the mouth outlining it’s sinister smile. It having black gloves. It having black combat boots with steel tips shining brightly.

I grabbed my metal bat and ran out of the house. I ran up to the clown which I did with ease for it was walking at a turtle pace. I swung it dropped my brother and caught the bat. It held the bat by its ribs which was easy for me to jab with the bat and hit it in the ribs. It grabbed its ribs in pain. I swung my bat at its knee and it dropped to the floor. I hit it in the head splitting its head open and its blood making a river down the stream. I grabbed my brother and put his arm over my shoulder and I dragged him back to our house. Trying to be as fast as I could not wanting to get slaughtered. 

                        5

I got inside and laid my brother on the tile. His legs were torn and ripped. His pants were ripped. Blood coming from his leg. Flesh showing. His head bashed in and bleeding. Blood trickling down his head. I put my ear to his heart afraid to know if he was alive or not. Nothing. No beat no sound. Silence. I cried. If only dad were here this would’ve never happened to him.  I got up I grabbed my knife. Sweat trickling down my face. My hair in my face from sweat. I saw the clown get up from the ground. Dragging its leg. I opened the slider. It got closer. I closed the slider. I took a step on the concrete. It at the gate of the fence. I took another step. I held my knife up. It opened the gate. It walked closer. We met face to face. I took a jab at the clown. It dodged and grabbed it and it held my wrist bending it back more and more. I heard slight cracks. I set my jaw trying to stop the screams. I tightened my fist and bended forward. My wrist no longer strong. 

I took a punch at it. It to slow to dodge. 

Its teeth bleeding. Its nose broken. It stumbled a little bit surprised at its new nose job. It tried to stab me. I grabbed the knife and twisted it towards its direction. I put force on the knife piercing into its stomach. It howled in pain. I drove the knife into it more and more. Its screams becoming louder. I pulled the knife out. It’s on the floor. Blood making our grass moist and colored. I wiped the knife on its clothes getting rid of the blood. My wrist limp. I walked back inside. Closing the slider. I locked it. I went into the living room and there stood two clowns. They looked identical. There clothes matching. The only difference were their gloves and weapons. 

The clowns were strong with muscles showing through there clothes. The first clown, had a mask that was plastic with a black elastic band holding the mask up on their face. The mask had very defined cheek bones. The eyes had little cut outs showing there stormy eyes. The mask had a painted on red nose. The mouth having a smile cut out with red paint around the cut out. The top of the eyes having little black dashes indicating that they have eyelashes. Black paint surrounding the eye sockets. Its outfit red, black, and white. Its suspenders red and ripping. Its suit pants black. There white dress shirt ripped with no sleeves. The shirt had blood splatter.

                                                                                                   6

They had a skinny black tie dangling from their neck. One of the clowns had black leather fingerless gloves with spikes at the knuckles. The other clown having leather fingerless glove with spikes on the knuckles. 

The clown that wore the white gloves had sharp shiny riddick blades ready to slice into me. The riddick blades having gold handles. The blade long and curved. The blade clean and ready to get dirty. 

The other clown with black gloves had a hatchet. The hatchet was short and perfect for it. The handle was a glazed wood that was a bright brown. It’s fingers clenched on the handle. The end of the blade sharpened to it’s pleasure. 

They waved at me. I was petrified. I ran into the kitchen as they chased after me. I grabbed my bat and I swung. I missed and the clown with the white gloves cut my forehead with its riddick blade. I screamed. The clown with the black gloves sliced his hatchet into my arm leaving a huge gash. The pain excruciating. I hit the clown with the riddick blades making it collapse. It holding its ribs in pain. I swung my bat again only to get hit in the head by the backend of the handle of the hatchet. I grabbed my head my hand covered in red blood. I screamed in pain. My mom ran down the steps with her shotgun ready. She reloaded her gun. The clown laughed for it thought she did not have the guts. She shot. Smoke behind the bullet. The metal bullet now in the clowns chest. It grabbing it’s chest. Blood sputtering from its mouth. It kneeling down in surprise. She reloaded the shells hitting the floor. She shot again this time hitting the clown in the neck. It laid still. The carpet stained with blood. She shot the other clown in the head ending it’s misery. She blew the smoke from her gun. I saw my brother awake and shivering on the couch for he did not want to see that side of mother. But that’s not what he was looking at he was looking at the closet where we store all the supplies for medicine and weapons. He pointed in fear. I followed his finger. I slowly picked my knife up. I walked over to the closet. I held up my knife. I slowly opened the closet. Their was a clown waving slowly for it has just been found. It lunged at me. I dodged and it ran into the couch hitting its chest. I grabbed it by the collar of its outfit and threw it to the ground. I had enough of this Clown Purge. I got on top of it and put my bat to its neck. Slowly pressing down on it choking it more and more.

                                                                                                  7

It gagging. It grabbed at my neck trying to choke me but I was too far to reach for it’s eyes were slowly closing. I pressed harder slightly breaking its neck. Its breathing slow and almost not there. I pressed really hard and broke its neck ending its misery. I got off of it. My arms tired from putting that restraint on it. I relaxed my arms. I grabbed my knife and saw my brother relaxing on the ground with his handgun beside him. I asked him to get up and he tried but collapsed back down. His legs were still wounded. The day was almost done for The Clown Purge was almost over. I sat down next to him. If only dad were here he would’ve never let this happen. I heard loud screams and realized it was my mom. She was in the kitchen. I ran over to the kitchen. My knife ready.      

   

  

                                   The Clown Purge

I started packing up my room as my mother told me we were moving. I walked downstairs carrying my boxes. I set my boxes in our car. I closed the hatch and got in the car. I wasn’t happy where I was moving to. San Diego is not a place for me. It’s overpopulated and popular. Which means it’s known for problems. There is almost 25 crimes a day in San Diego. That’s a lot. I don’t trust overpopulated areas there's too many problems. Later did I know I was correct.

Day 1,

We finally arrived at our house in San Diego and I unpacked in my new room.  I’m doing this for my mom . I thought. We had to move here because our other job in Ohio didn’t give us a good pay and my father dying didn’t help. He got the better pay let us have a nice house but after he died my mom was struggling to keep the house. She couldn’t afford it because she was getting 30 dollars every 2 hours. I miss him so much. I remember him taking me to the pool in the backyard and he would carry me in the pool and I would think he had super strength but really it was the water making me 0 pounds. But, I miss his little lifts in the pool and his smile.  I loved him so much.

After, I was done unpacking and my mom and brother were done unpacking I went downstairs to spend time with my mom. I turned on the News. I saw on the TV that this little boy that lived in Greenville, South Carolina was playing in his backyard saw 2 clowns wandering in the woods that spotted him and asked if he wanted to come with them to their house. The little boy saw a path to a abandoned house with boarded up windows and new security systems. The little boy told his mother and the mother told the police and the police investigated the house interviewing them on TV. I turned it off. 

“ Mom, we're fine it’s in South Carolina not San Diego.” I said calming her down. 

Mom’s face was covered in horror as she knew that later on it would not just be South Carolina. 

                                                                                                1

Today, was my first day of school. I wasn’t excited. My dad would probably give me a little knuckle to my hair and say you got this. That’s all I needed right now. He made me feel like I was on top of the world without him I’m to the ground without him. 

I got on the bus for school today. I sat alone for I was nervous to make any interaction with other people right now. I started thinking about that clown sighting in South Carolina. Is it a hoax or is it real. The bus driver stopped at a stop sign. I looked outside the window for my eye caught a glimpse of a shadow. I looked out the window and I saw a tall man that had long fingers with white gloves on. He had a black hoodie and some jeans. He had a shiny bright object in his hand that looked almost like a knife but longer. He had something on his face...that was a clown mask. I started to freak out my eyes looking the other direction for it did not want to see no more. 

I looked behind the bus and the clown was running at the bus. Soon, slowing down for the bus was gone. 

I got off the bus and entered my house. 

“ How was your day William?” My mom asked,

“ It was fine.” I said quickly before running up the stairs.

I got out my computer and searched Clown Sightings. I found a lot of good stuff. I found out one of the killer clowns named Flomo Klown posted a lot of creepy stuff on his Facebook. That was pretty disturbing. Like, “ It’s going down tonight.” and “ I love kids.” Also, like “ Call us we want to play.” and “ See you at school.”  Some pretty disturbing stuff. I also, found out that they were supposedly going to attack on Halloween. That they were going to “play a little game.” All the evidence that they were going to attack on Halloween were all true and it gave me the chills. Also, I found out that some of the clowns were texting each other back in forth like Flomo Klown stating, “ I want to beat Mckee so bad Monday but they are so far away so here it is. Southlawn- Monday, Mckee-Tuesday, Bellingrath-Wednesday, Goodwyn-Thursday, Capitol Heights-Friday. Warning get ready to get y’all beat the F$#* High Schools Nxt Week IM SO READY.” 

                                                                                                  2

I woke up early because reading all the research really scared the heck out of me. I got on the bus. I sat down and relaxed because I needed to calm down. We stopped at the same stop sign where the accident happened and I looked out. I saw a little girl probably in here teens crying on the pavement. In the woods behind her I saw a shadow. I saw her look behind her and she screamed. The figure came out and it was a clown. It had a full colorful onesie colored with yellow, blue, red, and orange splattered with red blood. It’s mask looking like porcelain. The mask having a painted frown on it’s face. The red around the lips bright with color. The red around it’s eyes dark with horror. Two painted blue eyebrows on the mask down in sadness. The red traditional clown nose quiet with no sound.  

It honked its nose and hit her with it’s metal bat and she dropped to the floor. It put it’s hands under her armpits and dragged her into the woods. I froze in horror as a little girl was just dragged into the woods. I felt a surge of anxiety as the clown left leaving blood trails behind. I got more and more worried as it got closer to Halloween.

I couldn’t hold it back anymore I needed to tell my mom about these clowns. There is only 2 more days until Halloween and I needed to get my anxiety out. I got off the bus and ran inside. I searched for my mom. I found her in the kitchen. 

I told her everything about the clown sighting yesterday and the kidnapping today. I also, told her about how they might attack on Halloween.  Her face grew more and more terrified. If dad were here he would have gone to the stop sign and took care of the clowns. I wish he were here to know. 

My mom took me to a weapon shop near our school. I grabbed as many weapons as I could. We were ready for The Clown Purge. We bought a dagger, a machete, a shotgun, a handgun, and a swiss army knife. She drove home. If my dad were here we wouldn’t need weapons. He was so confident and brave. I got home and cut metal and boarded up the windows. I recharged and put new batteries in the security systems. We had to hurry tomorrow was Clown Day.  I was terrified to sleep because after sleep was death and mayhem. I put my knife next to my bed and fell asleep.

                                                                                               3

Clown Purge Day,

I got up early so the clowns couldn’t give any surprises. I looked outside about six times because I was nervous. I started feel like this was just a prank to scare us. I sat down on my bed. I relaxed a little. About, two minutes later I heard laughter outside my window. Like, a loud cackle from a witch. But, I immediately knew what it was. I looked outside my window and saw a killer clown laughing with a microphone in it’s hands. It had a yellow jumpsuit with it’s sleeves ripped off with a red and white sleeves under the jumpsuit. It had the classic red nose horn hanging off it’s nose. It had a painted white face and black streaks climbing down it’s eyes. The yellow jumpsuit having a little white collar ripped at the ends. It having black circles around it’s eyes. It had yellow rubber gloves on it’s hands. It having a slim red tie. It had black combat boots glimmering with steel. It having a red wig and a little red and yellow hat on it’s head. It having blood splatters on it’s jumpsuit and arms. It licking it’s knife to get rid of the blood. At last it spoke. It’s voiced cracked and sarcastic.

“ We just took over the United States. This ain't President Town it’s ClownTown now. I’m just warnin ya this is the official Clown Purge.” It said laughing hysterically and dancing around.

My heart started to race. Sirens blared the streets vibrating our house. I heard a knock at our door. I knew not to answer. I ran down and blocked the door. 

“ Little Piggies! Little Piggies! Let me in!” It said hitting the door with it’s hammer. 

The door vibrated with it’s force. The door cracked leaving a crack that looked like a J. It hit the door with such powerful force that the door gave in and their was a hole left in the door. My brother ran down and carried chairs to keep it stable. The clown reached it’s hands threw the hole and unlocked the door. The door alarms went off. The sound blaring and screechy. The clown screamed and covered its ears. 

“ I’ll go by the sliding door for the backyard so they don’t get in that way!” My brother screamed trying to get heard over the door alarm. 

“ Ok!” I said,

The door alarm finally went off.

                                                                                                 4

Silence for about two seconds. I heard multiple screams from outside. I heard knifes cutting back and forth into somebody’s abdomen. Mayhem has filled the streets nothing but chaos. I saw clowns fighting each other the stronger one winning and taking down the other. I saw people fight back on clowns only to get beaten and lay lifeless on the floor. I heard laughter and saw colors I never wanted to see again. I saw clowns on top of people choking them to death. 

I couldn’t stand looking out the broken door and I looked back where my brother was just for me to find an empty room. I walked towards the kitchen and I found blood splatter on the corner of the counter and on the wall. I saw the the slider was open and I looked out and saw a clown dragging my brother is legs dragging against the jagged concrete. 

It was wearing a black, red, and white jumpsuit. It having a pouch for its knife. Its jumpsuit having its left side of the jumpsuit striped with red and black. The stripes running all the way down to its calf. Its left arm having red and black polka dots running all the way up to its shoulder. It was about 6’4 and really strong. The right side of its body was polka dotted with its victims blood running all the way down to its calf. Its right arm striped with red and black running all the way up to the shoulder. It had a wrap-around collar that was splatter with blood. It had a clown mask with black hair sticking out of the sides of its head. The mask painted white. Its eyes yellow and soulless. The eyes having black circles around it. It’s mouth painted with a sinister smile. Black paint around the mouth outlining it’s sinister smile. It having black gloves. It having black combat boots with steel tips shining brightly.

I grabbed my metal bat and ran out of the house. I ran up to the clown which I did with ease for it was walking at a turtle pace. I swung it dropped my brother and caught the bat. It held the bat by its ribs which was easy for me to jab with the bat and hit it in the ribs. It grabbed its ribs in pain. I swung my bat at its knee and it dropped to the floor. I hit it in the head splitting its head open and its blood making a river down the stream. I grabbed my brother and put his arm over my shoulder and I dragged him back to our house. Trying to be as fast as I could not wanting to get slaughtered. 

                        5

I got inside and laid my brother on the tile. His legs were torn and ripped. His pants were ripped. Blood coming from his leg. Flesh showing. His head bashed in and bleeding. Blood trickling down his head. I put my ear to his heart afraid to know if he was alive or not. Nothing. No beat no sound. Silence. I cried. If only dad were here this would’ve never happened to him.  I got up I grabbed my knife. Sweat trickling down my face. My hair in my face from sweat. I saw the clown get up from the ground. Dragging its leg. I opened the slider. It got closer. I closed the slider. I took a step on the concrete. It at the gate of the fence. I took another step. I held my knife up. It opened the gate. It walked closer. We met face to face. I took a jab at the clown. It dodged and grabbed it and it held my wrist bending it back more and more. I heard slight cracks. I set my jaw trying to stop the screams. I tightened my fist and bended forward. My wrist no longer strong. 

I took a punch at it. It to slow to dodge. 

Its teeth bleeding. Its nose broken. It stumbled a little bit surprised at its new nose job. It tried to stab me. I grabbed the knife and twisted it towards its direction. I put force on the knife piercing into its stomach. It howled in pain. I drove the knife into it more and more. Its screams becoming louder. I pulled the knife out. It’s on the floor. Blood making our grass moist and colored. I wiped the knife on its clothes getting rid of the blood. My wrist limp. I walked back inside. Closing the slider. I locked it. I went into the living room and there stood two clowns. They looked identical. There clothes matching. The only difference were their gloves and weapons. 

The clowns were strong with muscles showing through there clothes. The first clown, had a mask that was plastic with a black elastic band holding the mask up on their face. The mask had very defined cheek bones. The eyes had little cut outs showing there stormy eyes. The mask had a painted on red nose. The mouth having a smile cut out with red paint around the cut out. The top of the eyes having little black dashes indicating that they have eyelashes. Black paint surrounding the eye sockets. Its outfit red, black, and white. Its suspenders red and ripping. Its suit pants black. There white dress shirt ripped with no sleeves. The shirt had blood splatter.

                                                                                                   6

They had a skinny black tie dangling from their neck. One of the clowns had black leather fingerless gloves with spikes at the knuckles. The other clown having leather fingerless glove with spikes on the knuckles. 

The clown that wore the white gloves had sharp shiny riddick blades ready to slice into me. The riddick blades having gold handles. The blade long and curved. The blade clean and ready to get dirty. 

The other clown with black gloves had a hatchet. The hatchet was short and perfect for it. The handle was a glazed wood that was a bright brown. It’s fingers clenched on the handle. The end of the blade sharpened to it’s pleasure. 

They waved at me. I was petrified. I ran into the kitchen as they chased after me. I grabbed my bat and I swung. I missed and the clown with the white gloves cut my forehead with its riddick blade. I screamed. The clown with the black gloves sliced his hatchet into my arm leaving a huge gash. The pain excruciating. I hit the clown with the riddick blades making it collapse. It holding its ribs in pain. I swung my bat again only to get hit in the head by the backend of the handle of the hatchet. I grabbed my head my hand covered in red blood. I screamed in pain. My mom ran down the steps with her shotgun ready. She reloaded her gun. The clown laughed for it thought she did not have the guts. She shot. Smoke behind the bullet. The metal bullet now in the clowns chest. It grabbing it’s chest. Blood sputtering from its mouth. It kneeling down in surprise. She reloaded the shells hitting the floor. She shot again this time hitting the clown in the neck. It laid still. The carpet stained with blood. She shot the other clown in the head ending it’s misery. She blew the smoke from her gun. I saw my brother awake and shivering on the couch for he did not want to see that side of mother. But that’s not what he was looking at he was looking at the closet where we store all the supplies for medicine and weapons. He pointed in fear. I followed his finger. I slowly picked my knife up. I walked over to the closet. I held up my knife. I slowly opened the closet. Their was a clown waving slowly for it has just been found. It lunged at me. I dodged and it ran into the couch hitting its chest. I grabbed it by the collar of its outfit and threw it to the ground. I had enough of this Clown Purge. I got on top of it and put my bat to its neck. Slowly pressing down on it choking it more and more.

                                                                                                  7

It gagging. It grabbed at my neck trying to choke me but I was too far to reach for it’s eyes were slowly closing. I pressed harder slightly breaking its neck. Its breathing slow and almost not there. I pressed really hard and broke its neck ending its misery. I got off of it. My arms tired from putting that restraint on it. I relaxed my arms. I grabbed my knife and saw my brother relaxing on the ground with his handgun beside him. I asked him to get up and he tried but collapsed back down. His legs were still wounded. The day was almost done for The Clown Purge was almost over. I sat down next to him. If only dad were here he would’ve never let this happen. I heard loud screams and realized it was my mom. She was in the kitchen. I ran over to the kitchen. My knife ready.      

   

  

                                   The Clown Purge

I started packing up my room as my mother told me we were moving. I walked downstairs carrying my boxes. I set my boxes in our car. I closed the hatch and got in the car. I wasn’t happy where I was moving to. San Diego is not a place for me. It’s overpopulated and popular. Which means it’s known for problems. There is almost 25 crimes a day in San Diego. That’s a lot. I don’t trust overpopulated areas there's too many problems. Later did I know I was correct.

Day 1,

We finally arrived at our house in San Diego and I unpacked in my new room.  I’m doing this for my mom . I thought. We had to move here because our other job in Ohio didn’t give us a good pay and my father dying didn’t help. He got the better pay let us have a nice house but after he died my mom was struggling to keep the house. She couldn’t afford it because she was getting 30 dollars every 2 hours. I miss him so much. I remember him taking me to the pool in the backyard and he would carry me in the pool and I would think he had super strength but really it was the water making me 0 pounds. But, I miss his little lifts in the pool and his smile.  I loved him so much.

After, I was done unpacking and my mom and brother were done unpacking I went downstairs to spend time with my mom. I turned on the News. I saw on the TV that this little boy that lived in Greenville, South Carolina was playing in his backyard saw 2 clowns wandering in the woods that spotted him and asked if he wanted to come with them to their house. The little boy saw a path to a abandoned house with boarded up windows and new security systems. The little boy told his mother and the mother told the police and the police investigated the house interviewing them on TV. I turned it off. 

“ Mom, we're fine it’s in South Carolina not San Diego.” I said calming her down. 

Mom’s face was covered in horror as she knew that later on it would not just be South Carolina. 

                                                                                                1

Today, was my first day of school. I wasn’t excited. My dad would probably give me a little knuckle to my hair and say you got this. That’s all I needed right now. He made me feel like I was on top of the world without him I’m to the ground without him. 

I got on the bus for school today. I sat alone for I was nervous to make any interaction with other people right now. I started thinking about that clown sighting in South Carolina. Is it a hoax or is it real. The bus driver stopped at a stop sign. I looked outside the window for my eye caught a glimpse of a shadow. I looked out the window and I saw a tall man that had long fingers with white gloves on. He had a black hoodie and some jeans. He had a shiny bright object in his hand that looked almost like a knife but longer. He had something on his face...that was a clown mask. I started to freak out my eyes looking the other direction for it did not want to see no more. 

I looked behind the bus and the clown was running at the bus. Soon, slowing down for the bus was gone. 

I got off the bus and entered my house. 

“ How was your day William?” My mom asked,

“ It was fine.” I said quickly before running up the stairs.

I got out my computer and searched Clown Sightings. I found a lot of good stuff. I found out one of the killer clowns named Flomo Klown posted a lot of creepy stuff on his Facebook. That was pretty disturbing. Like, “ It’s going down tonight.” and “ I love kids.” Also, like “ Call us we want to play.” and “ See you at school.”  Some pretty disturbing stuff. I also, found out that they were supposedly going to attack on Halloween. That they were going to “play a little game.” All the evidence that they were going to attack on Halloween were all true and it gave me the chills. Also, I found out that some of the clowns were texting each other back in forth like Flomo Klown stating, “ I want to beat Mckee so bad Monday but they are so far away so here it is. Southlawn- Monday, Mckee-Tuesday, Bellingrath-Wednesday, Goodwyn-Thursday, Capitol Heights-Friday. Warning get ready to get y’all beat the F$#* High Schools Nxt Week IM SO READY.” 

                                                                                                  2

I woke up early because reading all the research really scared the heck out of me. I got on the bus. I sat down and relaxed because I needed to calm down. We stopped at the same stop sign where the accident happened and I looked out. I saw a little girl probably in here teens crying on the pavement. In the woods behind her I saw a shadow. I saw her look behind her and she screamed. The figure came out and it was a clown. It had a full colorful onesie colored with yellow, blue, red, and orange splattered with red blood. It’s mask looking like porcelain. The mask having a painted frown on it’s face. The red around the lips bright with color. The red around it’s eyes dark with horror. Two painted blue eyebrows on the mask down in sadness. The red traditional clown nose quiet with no sound.  

It honked its nose and hit her with it’s metal bat and she dropped to the floor. It put it’s hands under her armpits and dragged her into the woods. I froze in horror as a little girl was just dragged into the woods. I felt a surge of anxiety as the clown left leaving blood trails behind. I got more and more worried as it got closer to Halloween.

I couldn’t hold it back anymore I needed to tell my mom about these clowns. There is only 2 more days until Halloween and I needed to get my anxiety out. I got off the bus and ran inside. I searched for my mom. I found her in the kitchen. 

I told her everything about the clown sighting yesterday and the kidnapping today. I also, told her about how they might attack on Halloween.  Her face grew more and more terrified. If dad were here he would have gone to the stop sign and took care of the clowns. I wish he were here to know. 

My mom took me to a weapon shop near our school. I grabbed as many weapons as I could. We were ready for The Clown Purge. We bought a dagger, a machete, a shotgun, a handgun, and a swiss army knife. She drove home. If my dad were here we wouldn’t need weapons. He was so confident and brave. I got home and cut metal and boarded up the windows. I recharged and put new batteries in the security systems. We had to hurry tomorrow was Clown Day.  I was terrified to sleep because after sleep was death and mayhem. I put my knife next to my bed and fell asleep.

                                                                                               3

Clown Purge Day,

I got up early so the clowns couldn’t give any surprises. I looked outside about six times because I was nervous. I started feel like this was just a prank to scare us. I sat down on my bed. I relaxed a little. About, two minutes later I heard laughter outside my window. Like, a loud cackle from a witch. But, I immediately knew what it was. I looked outside my window and saw a killer clown laughing with a microphone in it’s hands. It had a yellow jumpsuit with it’s sleeves ripped off with a red and white sleeves under the jumpsuit. It had the classic red nose horn hanging off it’s nose. It had a painted white face and black streaks climbing down it’s eyes. The yellow jumpsuit having a little white collar ripped at the ends. It having black circles around it’s eyes. It had yellow rubber gloves on it’s hands. It having a slim red tie. It had black combat boots glimmering with steel. It having a red wig and a little red and yellow hat on it’s head. It having blood splatters on it’s jumpsuit and arms. It licking it’s knife to get rid of the blood. At last it spoke. It’s voiced cracked and sarcastic.

“ We just took over the United States. This ain't President Town it’s ClownTown now. I’m just warnin ya this is the official Clown Purge.” It said laughing hysterically and dancing around.

My heart started to race. Sirens blared the streets vibrating our house. I heard a knock at our door. I knew not to answer. I ran down and blocked the door. 

“ Little Piggies! Little Piggies! Let me in!” It said hitting the door with it’s hammer. 

The door vibrated with it’s force. The door cracked leaving a crack that looked like a J. It hit the door with such powerful force that the door gave in and their was a hole left in the door. My brother ran down and carried chairs to keep it stable. The clown reached it’s hands threw the hole and unlocked the door. The door alarms went off. The sound blaring and screechy. The clown screamed and covered its ears. 

“ I’ll go by the sliding door for the backyard so they don’t get in that way!” My brother screamed trying to get heard over the door alarm. 

“ Ok!” I said,

The door alarm finally went off.

                                                                                                 4

Silence for about two seconds. I heard multiple screams from outside. I heard knifes cutting back and forth into somebody’s abdomen. Mayhem has filled the streets nothing but chaos. I saw clowns fighting each other the stronger one winning and taking down the other. I saw people fight back on clowns only to get beaten and lay lifeless on the floor. I heard laughter and saw colors I never wanted to see again. I saw clowns on top of people choking them to death. 

I couldn’t stand looking out the broken door and I looked back where my brother was just for me to find an empty room. I walked towards the kitchen and I found blood splatter on the corner of the counter and on the wall. I saw the the slider was open and I looked out and saw a clown dragging my brother is legs dragging against the jagged concrete. 

It was wearing a black, red, and white jumpsuit. It having a pouch for its knife. Its jumpsuit having its left side of the jumpsuit striped with red and black. The stripes running all the way down to its calf. Its left arm having red and black polka dots running all the way up to its shoulder. It was about 6’4 and really strong. The right side of its body was polka dotted with its victims blood running all the way down to its calf. Its right arm striped with red and black running all the way up to the shoulder. It had a wrap-around collar that was splatter with blood. It had a clown mask with black hair sticking out of the sides of its head. The mask painted white. Its eyes yellow and soulless. The eyes having black circles around it. It’s mouth painted with a sinister smile. Black paint around the mouth outlining it’s sinister smile. It having black gloves. It having black combat boots with steel tips shining brightly.

I grabbed my metal bat and ran out of the house. I ran up to the clown which I did with ease for it was walking at a turtle pace. I swung it dropped my brother and caught the bat. It held the bat by its ribs which was easy for me to jab with the bat and hit it in the ribs. It grabbed its ribs in pain. I swung my bat at its knee and it dropped to the floor. I hit it in the head splitting its head open and its blood making a river down the stream. I grabbed my brother and put his arm over my shoulder and I dragged him back to our house. Trying to be as fast as I could not wanting to get slaughtered. 

                        5

I got inside and laid my brother on the tile. His legs were torn and ripped. His pants were ripped. Blood coming from his leg. Flesh showing. His head bashed in and bleeding. Blood trickling down his head. I put my ear to his heart afraid to know if he was alive or not. Nothing. No beat no sound. Silence. I cried. If only dad were here this would’ve never happened to him.  I got up I grabbed my knife. Sweat trickling down my face. My hair in my face from sweat. I saw the clown get up from the ground. Dragging its leg. I opened the slider. It got closer. I closed the slider. I took a step on the concrete. It at the gate of the fence. I took another step. I held my knife up. It opened the gate. It walked closer. We met face to face. I took a jab at the clown. It dodged and grabbed it and it held my wrist bending it back more and more. I heard slight cracks. I set my jaw trying to stop the screams. I tightened my fist and bended forward. My wrist no longer strong. 

I took a punch at it. It to slow to dodge. 

Its teeth bleeding. Its nose broken. It stumbled a little bit surprised at its new nose job. It tried to stab me. I grabbed the knife and twisted it towards its direction. I put force on the knife piercing into its stomach. It howled in pain. I drove the knife into it more and more. Its screams becoming louder. I pulled the knife out. It’s on the floor. Blood making our grass moist and colored. I wiped the knife on its clothes getting rid of the blood. My wrist limp. I walked back inside. Closing the slider. I locked it. I went into the living room and there stood two clowns. They looked identical. There clothes matching. The only difference were their gloves and weapons. 

The clowns were strong with muscles showing through there clothes. The first clown, had a mask that was plastic with a black elastic band holding the mask up on their face. The mask had very defined cheek bones. The eyes had little cut outs showing there stormy eyes. The mask had a painted on red nose. The mouth having a smile cut out with red paint around the cut out. The top of the eyes having little black dashes indicating that they have eyelashes. Black paint surrounding the eye sockets. Its outfit red, black, and white. Its suspenders red and ripping. Its suit pants black. There white dress shirt ripped with no sleeves. The shirt had blood splatter.

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They had a skinny black tie dangling from their neck. One of the clowns had black leather fingerless gloves with spikes at the knuckles. The other clown having leather fingerless glove with spikes on the knuckles. 

The clown that wore the white gloves had sharp shiny riddick blades ready to slice into me. The riddick blades having gold handles. The blade long and curved. The blade clean and ready to get dirty. 

The other clown with black gloves had a hatchet. The hatchet was short and perfect for it. The handle was a glazed wood that was a bright brown. It’s fingers clenched on the handle. The end of the blade sharpened to it’s pleasure. 

They waved at me. I was petrified. I ran into the kitchen as they chased after me. I grabbed my bat and I swung. I missed and the clown with the white gloves cut my forehead with its riddick blade. I screamed. The clown with the black gloves sliced his hatchet into my arm leaving a huge gash. The pain excruciating. I hit the clown with the riddick blades making it collapse. It holding its ribs in pain. I swung my bat again only to get hit in the head by the backend of the handle of the hatchet. I grabbed my head my hand covered in red blood. I screamed in pain. My mom ran down the steps with her shotgun ready. She reloaded her gun. The clown laughed for it thought she did not have the guts. She shot. Smoke behind the bullet. The metal bullet now in the clowns chest. It grabbing it’s chest. Blood sputtering from its mouth. It kneeling down in surprise. She reloaded the shells hitting the floor. She shot again this time hitting the clown in the neck. It laid still. The carpet stained with blood. She shot the other clown in the head ending it’s misery. She blew the smoke from her gun. I saw my brother awake and shivering on the couch for he did not want to see that side of mother. But that’s not what he was looking at he was looking at the closet where we store all the supplies for medicine and weapons. He pointed in fear. I followed his finger. I slowly picked my knife up. I walked over to the closet. I held up my knife. I slowly opened the closet. Their was a clown waving slowly for it has just been found. It lunged at me. I dodged and it ran into the couch hitting its chest. I grabbed it by the collar of its outfit and threw it to the ground. I had enough of this Clown Purge. I got on top of it and put my bat to its neck. Slowly pressing down on it choking it more and more.

                                                                                                  7

It gagging. It grabbed at my neck trying to choke me but I was too far to reach for it’s eyes were slowly closing. I pressed harder slightly breaking its neck. Its breathing slow and almost not there. I pressed really hard and broke its neck ending its misery. I got off of it. My arms tired from putting that restraint on it. I relaxed my arms. I grabbed my knife and saw my brother relaxing on the ground with his handgun beside him. I asked him to get up and he tried but collapsed back down. His legs were still wounded. The day was almost done for The Clown Purge was almost over. I sat down next to him. If only dad were here he would’ve never let this happen. I heard loud screams and realized it was my mom. She was in the kitchen. I ran over to the kitchen. My knife ready.      

   

  

                                   The Clown Purge

I started packing up my room as my mother told me we were moving. I walked downstairs carrying my boxes. I set my boxes in our car. I closed the hatch and got in the car. I wasn’t happy where I was moving to. San Diego is not a place for me. It’s overpopulated and popular. Which means it’s known for problems. There is almost 25 crimes a day in San Diego. That’s a lot. I don’t trust overpopulated areas there's too many problems. Later did I know I was correct.

Day 1,

We finally arrived at our house in San Diego and I unpacked in my new room.  I’m doing this for my mom . I thought. We had to move here because our other job in Ohio didn’t give us a good pay and my father dying didn’t help. He got the better pay let us have a nice house but after he died my mom was struggling to keep the house. She couldn’t afford it because she was getting 30 dollars every 2 hours. I miss him so much. I remember him taking me to the pool in the backyard and he would carry me in the pool and I would think he had super strength but really it was the water making me 0 pounds. But, I miss his little lifts in the pool and his smile.  I loved him so much.

After, I was done unpacking and my mom and brother were done unpacking I went downstairs to spend time with my mom. I turned on the News. I saw on the TV that this little boy that lived in Greenville, South Carolina was playing in his backyard saw 2 clowns wandering in the woods that spotted him and asked if he wanted to come with them to their house. The little boy saw a path to a abandoned house with boarded up windows and new security systems. The little boy told his mother and the mother told the police and the police investigated the house interviewing them on TV. I turned it off. 

“ Mom, we're fine it’s in South Carolina not San Diego.” I said calming her down. 

Mom’s face was covered in horror as she knew that later on it would not just be South Carolina. 

                                                                                                1

Today, was my first day of school. I wasn’t excited. My dad would probably give me a little knuckle to my hair and say you got this. That’s all I needed right now. He made me feel like I was on top of the world without him I’m to the ground without him. 

I got on the bus for school today. I sat alone for I was nervous to make any interaction with other people right now. I started thinking about that clown sighting in South Carolina. Is it a hoax or is it real. The bus driver stopped at a stop sign. I looked outside the window for my eye caught a glimpse of a shadow. I looked out the window and I saw a tall man that had long fingers with white gloves on. He had a black hoodie and some jeans. He had a shiny bright object in his hand that looked almost like a knife but longer. He had something on his face...that was a clown mask. I started to freak out my eyes looking the other direction for it did not want to see no more. 

I looked behind the bus and the clown was running at the bus. Soon, slowing down for the bus was gone. 

I got off the bus and entered my house. 

“ How was your day William?” My mom asked,

“ It was fine.” I said quickly before running up the stairs.

I got out my computer and searched Clown Sightings. I found a lot of good stuff. I found out one of the killer clowns named Flomo Klown posted a lot of creepy stuff on his Facebook. That was pretty disturbing. Like, “ It’s going down tonight.” and “ I love kids.” Also, like “ Call us we want to play.” and “ See you at school.”  Some pretty disturbing stuff. I also, found out that they were supposedly going to attack on Halloween. That they were going to “play a little game.” All the evidence that they were going to attack on Halloween were all true and it gave me the chills. Also, I found out that some of the clowns were texting each other back in forth like Flomo Klown stating, “ I want to beat Mckee so bad Monday but they are so far away so here it is. Southlawn- Monday, Mckee-Tuesday, Bellingrath-Wednesday, Goodwyn-Thursday, Capitol Heights-Friday. Warning get ready to get y’all beat the F$#* High Schools Nxt Week IM SO READY.” 

                                                                                                  2

I woke up early because reading all the research really scared the heck out of me. I got on the bus. I sat down and relaxed because I needed to calm down. We stopped at the same stop sign where the accident happened and I looked out. I saw a little girl probably in here teens crying on the pavement. In the woods behind her I saw a shadow. I saw her look behind her and she screamed. The figure came out and it was a clown. It had a full colorful onesie colored with yellow, blue, red, and orange splattered with red blood. It’s mask looking like porcelain. The mask having a painted frown on it’s face. The red around the lips bright with color. The red around it’s eyes dark with horror. Two painted blue eyebrows on the mask down in sadness. The red traditional clown nose quiet with no sound.  

It honked its nose and hit her with it’s metal bat and she dropped to the floor. It put it’s hands under her armpits and dragged her into the woods. I froze in horror as a little girl was just dragged into the woods. I felt a surge of anxiety as the clown left leaving blood trails behind. I got more and more worried as it got closer to Halloween.

I couldn’t hold it back anymore I needed to tell my mom about these clowns. There is only 2 more days until Halloween and I needed to get my anxiety out. I got off the bus and ran inside. I searched for my mom. I found her in the kitchen. 

I told her everything about the clown sighting yesterday and the kidnapping today. I also, told her about how they might attack on Halloween.  Her face grew more and more terrified. If dad were here he would have gone to the stop sign and took care of the clowns. I wish he were here to know. 

My mom took me to a weapon shop near our school. I grabbed as many weapons as I could. We were ready for The Clown Purge. We bought a dagger, a machete, a shotgun, a handgun, and a swiss army knife. She drove home. If my dad were here we wouldn’t need weapons. He was so confident and brave. I got home and cut metal and boarded up the windows. I recharged and put new batteries in the security systems. We had to hurry tomorrow was Clown Day.  I was terrified to sleep because after sleep was death and mayhem. I put my knife next to my bed and fell asleep.

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Clown Purge Day,

I got up early so the clowns couldn’t give any surprises. I looked outside about six times because I was nervous. I started feel like this was just a prank to scare us. I sat down on my bed. I relaxed a little. About, two minutes later I heard laughter outside my window. Like, a loud cackle from a witch. But, I immediately knew what it was. I looked outside my window and saw a killer clown laughing with a microphone in it’s hands. It had a yellow jumpsuit with it’s sleeves ripped off with a red and white sleeves under the jumpsuit. It had the classic red nose horn hanging off it’s nose. It had a painted white face and black streaks climbing down it’s eyes. The yellow jumpsuit having a little white collar ripped at the ends. It having black circles around it’s eyes. It had yellow rubber gloves on it’s hands. It having a slim red tie. It had black combat boots glimmering with steel. It having a red wig and a little red and yellow hat on it’s head. It having blood splatters on it’s jumpsuit and arms. It licking it’s knife to get rid of the blood. At last it spoke. It’s voiced cracked and sarcastic.

“ We just took over the United States. This ain't President Town it’s ClownTown now. I’m just warnin ya this is the official Clown Purge.” It said laughing hysterically and dancing around.

My heart started to race. Sirens blared the streets vibrating our house. I heard a knock at our door. I knew not to answer. I ran down and blocked the door. 

“ Little Piggies! Little Piggies! Let me in!” It said hitting the door with it’s hammer. 

The door vibrated with it’s force. The door cracked leaving a crack that looked like a J. It hit the door with such powerful force that the door gave in and their was a hole left in the door. My brother ran down and carried chairs to keep it stable. The clown reached it’s hands threw the hole and unlocked the door. The door alarms went off. The sound blaring and screechy. The clown screamed and covered its ears. 

“ I’ll go by the sliding door for the backyard so they don’t get in that way!” My brother screamed trying to get heard over the door alarm. 

“ Ok!” I said,

The door alarm finally went off.

                                                                                                 4

Silence for about two seconds. I heard multiple screams from outside. I heard knifes cutting back and forth into somebody’s abdomen. Mayhem has filled the streets nothing but chaos. I saw clowns fighting each other the stronger one winning and taking down the other. I saw people fight back on clowns only to get beaten and lay lifeless on the floor. I heard laughter and saw colors I never wanted to see again. I saw clowns on top of people choking them to death. 

I couldn’t stand looking out the broken door and I looked back where my brother was just for me to find an empty room. I walked towards the kitchen and I found blood splatter on the corner of the counter and on the wall. I saw the the slider was open and I looked out and saw a clown dragging my brother is legs dragging against the jagged concrete. 

It was wearing a black, red, and white jumpsuit. It having a pouch for its knife. Its jumpsuit having its left side of the jumpsuit striped with red and black. The stripes running all the way down to its calf. Its left arm having red and black polka dots running all the way up to its shoulder. It was about 6’4 and really strong. The right side of its body was polka dotted with its victims blood running all the way down to its calf. Its right arm striped with red and black running all the way up to the shoulder. It had a wrap-around collar that was splatter with blood. It had a clown mask with black hair sticking out of the sides of its head. The mask painted white. Its eyes yellow and soulless. The eyes having black circles around it. It’s mouth painted with a sinister smile. Black paint around the mouth outlining it’s sinister smile. It having black gloves. It having black combat boots with steel tips shining brightly.

I grabbed my metal bat and ran out of the house. I ran up to the clown which I did with ease for it was walking at a turtle pace. I swung it dropped my brother and caught the bat. It held the bat by its ribs which was easy for me to jab with the bat and hit it in the ribs. It grabbed its ribs in pain. I swung my bat at its knee and it dropped to the floor. I hit it in the head splitting its head open and its blood making a river down the stream. I grabbed my brother and put his arm over my shoulder and I dragged him back to our house. Trying to be as fast as I could not wanting to get slaughtered. 

                        5

I got inside and laid my brother on the tile. His legs were torn and ripped. His pants were ripped. Blood coming from his leg. Flesh showing. His head bashed in and bleeding. Blood trickling down his head. I put my ear to his heart afraid to know if he was alive or not. Nothing. No beat no sound. Silence. I cried. If only dad were here this would’ve never happened to him.  I got up I grabbed my knife. Sweat trickling down my face. My hair in my face from sweat. I saw the clown get up from the ground. Dragging its leg. I opened the slider. It got closer. I closed the slider. I took a step on the concrete. It at the gate of the fence. I took another step. I held my knife up. It opened the gate. It walked closer. We met face to face. I took a jab at the clown. It dodged and grabbed it and it held my wrist bending it back more and more. I heard slight cracks. I set my jaw trying to stop the screams. I tightened my fist and bended forward. My wrist no longer strong. 

I took a punch at it. It to slow to dodge. 

Its teeth bleeding. Its nose broken. It stumbled a little bit surprised at its new nose job. It tried to stab me. I grabbed the knife and twisted it towards its direction. I put force on the knife piercing into its stomach. It howled in pain. I drove the knife into it more and more. Its screams becoming louder. I pulled the knife out. It’s on the floor. Blood making our grass moist and colored. I wiped the knife on its clothes getting rid of the blood. My wrist limp. I walked back inside. Closing the slider. I locked it. I went into the living room and there stood two clowns. They looked identical. There clothes matching. The only difference were their gloves and weapons. 

The clowns were strong with muscles showing through there clothes. The first clown, had a mask that was plastic with a black elastic band holding the mask up on their face. The mask had very defined cheek bones. The eyes had little cut outs showing there stormy eyes. The mask had a painted on red nose. The mouth having a smile cut out with red paint around the cut out. The top of the eyes having little black dashes indicating that they have eyelashes. Black paint surrounding the eye sockets. Its outfit red, black, and white. Its suspenders red and ripping. Its suit pants black. There white dress shirt ripped with no sleeves. The shirt had blood splatter.

                                                                                                   6

They had a skinny black tie dangling from their neck. One of the clowns had black leather fingerless gloves with spikes at the knuckles. The other clown having leather fingerless glove with spikes on the knuckles. 

The clown that wore the white gloves had sharp shiny riddick blades ready to slice into me. The riddick blades having gold handles. The blade long and curved. The blade clean and ready to get dirty. 

The other clown with black gloves had a hatchet. The hatchet was short and perfect for it. The handle was a glazed wood that was a bright brown. It’s fingers clenched on the handle. The end of the blade sharpened to it’s pleasure. 

They waved at me. I was petrified. I ran into the kitchen as they chased after me. I grabbed my bat and I swung. I missed and the clown with the white gloves cut my forehead with its riddick blade. I screamed. The clown with the black gloves sliced his hatchet into my arm leaving a huge gash. The pain excruciating. I hit the clown with the riddick blades making it collapse. It holding its ribs in pain. I swung my bat again only to get hit in the head by the backend of the handle of the hatchet. I grabbed my head my hand covered in red blood. I screamed in pain. My mom ran down the steps with her shotgun ready. She reloaded her gun. The clown laughed for it thought she did not have the guts. She shot. Smoke behind the bullet. The metal bullet now in the clowns chest. It grabbing it’s chest. Blood sputtering from its mouth. It kneeling down in surprise. She reloaded the shells hitting the floor. She shot again this time hitting the clown in the neck. It laid still. The carpet stained with blood. She shot the other clown in the head ending it’s misery. She blew the smoke from her gun. I saw my brother awake and shivering on the couch for he did not want to see that side of mother. But that’s not what he was looking at he was looking at the closet where we store all the supplies for medicine and weapons. He pointed in fear. I followed his finger. I slowly picked my knife up. I walked over to the closet. I held up my knife. I slowly opened the closet. Their was a clown waving slowly for it has just been found. It lunged at me. I dodged and it ran into the couch hitting its chest. I grabbed it by the collar of its outfit and threw it to the ground. I had enough of this Clown Purge. I got on top of it and put my bat to its neck. Slowly pressing down on it choking it more and more.

                                                                                                  7

It gagging. It grabbed at my neck trying to choke me but I was too far to reach for it’s eyes were slowly closing. I pressed harder slightly breaking its neck. Its breathing slow and almost not there. I pressed really hard and broke its neck ending its misery. I got off of it. My arms tired from putting that restraint on it. I relaxed my arms. I grabbed my knife and saw my brother relaxing on the ground with his handgun beside him. I asked him to get up and he tried but collapsed back down. His legs were still wounded. The day was almost done for The Clown Purge was almost over. I sat down next to him. If only dad were here he would’ve never let this happen. I heard loud screams and realized it was my mom. She was in the kitchen. I ran over to the kitchen. My knife ready.      

   

  

                                   The Clown Purge

I started packing up my room as my mother told me we were moving. I walked downstairs carrying my boxes. I set my boxes in our car. I closed the hatch and got in the car. I wasn’t happy where I was moving to. San Diego is not a place for me. It’s overpopulated and popular. Which means it’s known for problems. There is almost 25 crimes a day in San Diego. That’s a lot. I don’t trust overpopulated areas there's too many problems. Later did I know I was correct.

Day 1,

We finally arrived at our house in San Diego and I unpacked in my new room.  I’m doing this for my mom . I thought. We had to move here because our other job in Ohio didn’t give us a good pay and my father dying didn’t help. He got the better pay let us have a nice house but after he died my mom was struggling to keep the house. She couldn’t afford it because she was getting 30 dollars every 2 hours. I miss him so much. I remember him taking me to the pool in the backyard and he would carry me in the pool and I would think he had super strength but really it was the water making me 0 pounds. But, I miss his little lifts in the pool and his smile.  I loved him so much.

After, I was done unpacking and my mom and brother were done unpacking I went downstairs to spend time with my mom. I turned on the News. I saw on the TV that this little boy that lived in Greenville, South Carolina was playing in his backyard saw 2 clowns wandering in the woods that spotted him and asked if he wanted to come with them to their house. The little boy saw a path to a abandoned house with boarded up windows and new security systems. The little boy told his mother and the mother told the police and the police investigated the house interviewing them on TV. I turned it off. 

“ Mom, we're fine it’s in South Carolina not San Diego.” I said calming her down. 

Mom’s face was covered in horror as she knew that later on it would not just be South Carolina. 

                                                                                                1

Today, was my first day of school. I wasn’t excited. My dad would probably give me a little knuckle to my hair and say you got this. That’s all I needed right now. He made me feel like I was on top of the world without him I’m to the ground without him. 

I got on the bus for school today. I sat alone for I was nervous to make any interaction with other people right now. I started thinking about that clown sighting in South Carolina. Is it a hoax or is it real. The bus driver stopped at a stop sign. I looked outside the window for my eye caught a glimpse of a shadow. I looked out the window and I saw a tall man that had long fingers with white gloves on. He had a black hoodie and some jeans. He had a shiny bright object in his hand that looked almost like a knife but longer. He had something on his face...that was a clown mask. I started to freak out my eyes looking the other direction for it did not want to see no more. 

I looked behind the bus and the clown was running at the bus. Soon, slowing down for the bus was gone. 

I got off the bus and entered my house. 

“ How was your day William?” My mom asked,

“ It was fine.” I said quickly before running up the stairs.

I got out my computer and searched Clown Sightings. I found a lot of good stuff. I found out one of the killer clowns named Flomo Klown posted a lot of creepy stuff on his Facebook. That was pretty disturbing. Like, “ It’s going down tonight.” and “ I love kids.” Also, like “ Call us we want to play.” and “ See you at school.”  Some pretty disturbing stuff. I also, found out that they were supposedly going to attack on Halloween. That they were going to “play a little game.” All the evidence that they were going to attack on Halloween were all true and it gave me the chills. Also, I found out that some of the clowns were texting each other back in forth like Flomo Klown stating, “ I want to beat Mckee so bad Monday but they are so far away so here it is. Southlawn- Monday, Mckee-Tuesday, Bellingrath-Wednesday, Goodwyn-Thursday, Capitol Heights-Friday. Warning get ready to get y’all beat the F$#* High Schools Nxt Week IM SO READY.” 

                                                                                                  2

I woke up early because reading all the research really scared the heck out of me. I got on the bus. I sat down and relaxed because I needed to calm down. We stopped at the same stop sign where the accident happened and I looked out. I saw a little girl probably in here teens crying on the pavement. In the woods behind her I saw a shadow. I saw her look behind her and she screamed. The figure came out and it was a clown. It had a full colorful onesie colored with yellow, blue, red, and orange splattered with red blood. It’s mask looking like porcelain. The mask having a painted frown on it’s face. The red around the lips bright with color. The red around it’s eyes dark with horror. Two painted blue eyebrows on the mask down in sadness. The red traditional clown nose quiet with no sound.  

It honked its nose and hit her with it’s metal bat and she dropped to the floor. It put it’s hands under her armpits and dragged her into the woods. I froze in horror as a little girl was just dragged into the woods. I felt a surge of anxiety as the clown left leaving blood trails behind. I got more and more worried as it got closer to Halloween.

I couldn’t hold it back anymore I needed to tell my mom about these clowns. There is only 2 more days until Halloween and I needed to get my anxiety out. I got off the bus and ran inside. I searched for my mom. I found her in the kitchen. 

I told her everything about the clown sighting yesterday and the kidnapping today. I also, told her about how they might attack on Halloween.  Her face grew more and more terrified. If dad were here he would have gone to the stop sign and took care of the clowns. I wish he were here to know. 

My mom took me to a weapon shop near our school. I grabbed as many weapons as I could. We were ready for The Clown Purge. We bought a dagger, a machete, a shotgun, a handgun, and a swiss army knife. She drove home. If my dad were here we wouldn’t need weapons. He was so confident and brave. I got home and cut metal and boarded up the windows. I recharged and put new batteries in the security systems. We had to hurry tomorrow was Clown Day.  I was terrified to sleep because after sleep was death and mayhem. I put my knife next to my bed and fell asleep.

                                                                                               3

Clown Purge Day,

I got up early so the clowns couldn’t give any surprises. I looked outside about six times because I was nervous. I started feel like this was just a prank to scare us. I sat down on my bed. I relaxed a little. About, two minutes later I heard laughter outside my window. Like, a loud cackle from a witch. But, I immediately knew what it was. I looked outside my window and saw a killer clown laughing with a microphone in it’s hands. It had a yellow jumpsuit with it’s sleeves ripped off with a red and white sleeves under the jumpsuit. It had the classic red nose horn hanging off it’s nose. It had a painted white face and black streaks climbing down it’s eyes. The yellow jumpsuit having a little white collar ripped at the ends. It having black circles around it’s eyes. It had yellow rubber gloves on it’s hands. It having a slim red tie. It had black combat boots glimmering with steel. It having a red wig and a little red and yellow hat on it’s head. It having blood splatters on it’s jumpsuit and arms. It licking it’s knife to get rid of the blood. At last it spoke. It’s voiced cracked and sarcastic.

“ We just took over the United States. This ain't President Town it’s ClownTown now. I’m just warnin ya this is the official Clown Purge.” It said laughing hysterically and dancing around.

My heart started to race. Sirens blared the streets vibrating our house. I heard a knock at our door. I knew not to answer. I ran down and blocked the door. 

“ Little Piggies! Little Piggies! Let me in!” It said hitting the door with it’s hammer. 

The door vibrated with it’s force. The door cracked leaving a crack that looked like a J. It hit the door with such powerful force that the door gave in and their was a hole left in the door. My brother ran down and carried chairs to keep it stable. The clown reached it’s hands threw the hole and unlocked the door. The door alarms went off. The sound blaring and screechy. The clown screamed and covered its ears. 

“ I’ll go by the sliding door for the backyard so they don’t get in that way!” My brother screamed trying to get heard over the door alarm. 

“ Ok!” I said,

The door alarm finally went off.

                                                                                                 4

Silence for about two seconds. I heard multiple screams from outside. I heard knifes cutting back and forth into somebody’s abdomen. Mayhem has filled the streets nothing but chaos. I saw clowns fighting each other the stronger one winning and taking down the other. I saw people fight back on clowns only to get beaten and lay lifeless on the floor. I heard laughter and saw colors I never wanted to see again. I saw clowns on top of people choking them to death. 

I couldn’t stand looking out the broken door and I looked back where my brother was just for me to find an empty room. I walked towards the kitchen and I found blood splatter on the corner of the counter and on the wall. I saw the the slider was open and I looked out and saw a clown dragging my brother is legs dragging against the jagged concrete. 

It was wearing a black, red, and white jumpsuit. It having a pouch for its knife. Its jumpsuit having its left side of the jumpsuit striped with red and black. The stripes running all the way down to its calf. Its left arm having red and black polka dots running all the way up to its shoulder. It was about 6’4 and really strong. The right side of its body was polka dotted with its victims blood running all the way down to its calf. Its right arm striped with red and black running all the way up to the shoulder. It had a wrap-around collar that was splatter with blood. It had a clown mask with black hair sticking out of the sides of its head. The mask painted white. Its eyes yellow and soulless. The eyes having black circles around it. It’s mouth painted with a sinister smile. Black paint around the mouth outlining it’s sinister smile. It having black gloves. It having black combat boots with steel tips shining brightly.

I grabbed my metal bat and ran out of the house. I ran up to the clown which I did with ease for it was walking at a turtle pace. I swung it dropped my brother and caught the bat. It held the bat by its ribs which was easy for me to jab with the bat and hit it in the ribs. It grabbed its ribs in pain. I swung my bat at its knee and it dropped to the floor. I hit it in the head splitting its head open and its blood making a river down the stream. I grabbed my brother and put his arm over my shoulder and I dragged him back to our house. Trying to be as fast as I could not wanting to get slaughtered. 

                        5

I got inside and laid my brother on the tile. His legs were torn and ripped. His pants were ripped. Blood coming from his leg. Flesh showing. His head bashed in and bleeding. Blood trickling down his head. I put my ear to his heart afraid to know if he was alive or not. Nothing. No beat no sound. Silence. I cried. If only dad were here this would’ve never happened to him.  I got up I grabbed my knife. Sweat trickling down my face. My hair in my face from sweat. I saw the clown get up from the ground. Dragging its leg. I opened the slider. It got closer. I closed the slider. I took a step on the concrete. It at the gate of the fence. I took another step. I held my knife up. It opened the gate. It walked closer. We met face to face. I took a jab at the clown. It dodged and grabbed it and it held my wrist bending it back more and more. I heard slight cracks. I set my jaw trying to stop the screams. I tightened my fist and bended forward. My wrist no longer strong. 

I took a punch at it. It to slow to dodge. 

Its teeth bleeding. Its nose broken. It stumbled a little bit surprised at its new nose job. It tried to stab me. I grabbed the knife and twisted it towards its direction. I put force on the knife piercing into its stomach. It howled in pain. I drove the knife into it more and more. Its screams becoming louder. I pulled the knife out. It’s on the floor. Blood making our grass moist and colored. I wiped the knife on its clothes getting rid of the blood. My wrist limp. I walked back inside. Closing the slider. I locked it. I went into the living room and there stood two clowns. They looked identical. There clothes matching. The only difference were their gloves and weapons. 

The clowns were strong with muscles showing through there clothes. The first clown, had a mask that was plastic with a black elastic band holding the mask up on their face. The mask had very defined cheek bones. The eyes had little cut outs showing there stormy eyes. The mask had a painted on red nose. The mouth having a smile cut out with red paint around the cut out. The top of the eyes having little black dashes indicating that they have eyelashes. Black paint surrounding the eye sockets. Its outfit red, black, and white. Its suspenders red and ripping. Its suit pants black. There white dress shirt ripped with no sleeves. The shirt had blood splatter.

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They had a skinny black tie dangling from their neck. One of the clowns had black leather fingerless gloves with spikes at the knuckles. The other clown having leather fingerless glove with spikes on the knuckles. 

The clown that wore the white gloves had sharp shiny riddick blades ready to slice into me. The riddick blades having gold handles. The blade long and curved. The blade clean and ready to get dirty. 

The other clown with black gloves had a hatchet. The hatchet was short and perfect for it. The handle was a glazed wood that was a bright brown. It’s fingers clenched on the handle. The end of the blade sharpened to it’s pleasure. 

They waved at me. I was petrified. I ran into the kitchen as they chased after me. I grabbed my bat and I swung. I missed and the clown with the white gloves cut my forehead with its riddick blade. I screamed. The clown with the black gloves sliced his hatchet into my arm leaving a huge gash. The pain excruciating. I hit the clown with the riddick blades making it collapse. It holding its ribs in pain. I swung my bat again only to get hit in the head by the backend of the handle of the hatchet. I grabbed my head my hand covered in red blood. I screamed in pain. My mom ran down the steps with her shotgun ready. She reloaded her gun. The clown laughed for it thought she did not have the guts. She shot. Smoke behind the bullet. The metal bullet now in the clowns chest. It grabbing it’s chest. Blood sputtering from its mouth. It kneeling down in surprise. She reloaded the shells hitting the floor. She shot again this time hitting the clown in the neck. It laid still. The carpet stained with blood. She shot the other clown in the head ending it’s misery. She blew the smoke from her gun. I saw my brother awake and shivering on the couch for he did not want to see that side of mother. But that’s not what he was looking at he was looking at the closet where we store all the supplies for medicine and weapons. He pointed in fear. I followed his finger. I slowly picked my knife up. I walked over to the closet. I held up my knife. I slowly opened the closet. Their was a clown waving slowly for it has just been found. It lunged at me. I dodged and it ran into the couch hitting its chest. I grabbed it by the collar of its outfit and threw it to the ground. I had enough of this Clown Purge. I got on top of it and put my bat to its neck. Slowly pressing down on it choking it more and more.

                                                                                                  7

It gagging. It grabbed at my neck trying to choke me but I was too far to reach for it’s eyes were slowly closing. I pressed harder slightly breaking its neck. Its breathing slow and almost not there. I pressed really hard and broke its neck ending its misery. I got off of it. My arms tired from putting that restraint on it. I relaxed my arms. I grabbed my knife and saw my brother relaxing on the ground with his handgun beside him. I asked him to get up and he tried but collapsed back down. His legs were still wounded. The day was almost done for The Clown Purge was almost over. I sat down next to him. If only dad were here he would’ve never let this happen. I heard loud screams and realized it was my mom. She was in the kitchen. I ran over to the kitchen. My knife ready.      

   

  

                                   The Clown Purge

I started packing up my room as my mother told me we were moving. I walked downstairs carrying my boxes. I set my boxes in our car. I closed the hatch and got in the car. I wasn’t happy where I was moving to. San Diego is not a place for me. It’s overpopulated and popular. Which means it’s known for problems. There is almost 25 crimes a day in San Diego. That’s a lot. I don’t trust overpopulated areas there's too many problems. Later did I know I was correct.

Day 1,

We finally arrived at our house in San Diego and I unpacked in my new room.  I’m doing this for my mom . I thought. We had to move here because our other job in Ohio didn’t give us a good pay and my father dying didn’t help. He got the better pay let us have a nice house but after he died my mom was struggling to keep the house. She couldn’t afford it because she was getting 30 dollars every 2 hours. I miss him so much. I remember him taking me to the pool in the backyard and he would carry me in the pool and I would think he had super strength but really it was the water making me 0 pounds. But, I miss his little lifts in the pool and his smile.  I loved him so much.

After, I was done unpacking and my mom and brother were done unpacking I went downstairs to spend time with my mom. I turned on the News. I saw on the TV that this little boy that lived in Greenville, South Carolina was playing in his backyard saw 2 clowns wandering in the woods that spotted him and asked if he wanted to come with them to their house. The little boy saw a path to a abandoned house with boarded up windows and new security systems. The little boy told his mother and the mother told the police and the police investigated the house interviewing them on TV. I turned it off. 

“ Mom, we're fine it’s in South Carolina not San Diego.” I said calming her down. 

Mom’s face was covered in horror as she knew that later on it would not just be South Carolina. 

                                                                                                1

Today, was my first day of school. I wasn’t excited. My dad would probably give me a little knuckle to my hair and say you got this. That’s all I needed right now. He made me feel like I was on top of the world without him I’m to the ground without him. 

I got on the bus for school today. I sat alone for I was nervous to make any interaction with other people right now. I started thinking about that clown sighting in South Carolina. Is it a hoax or is it real. The bus driver stopped at a stop sign. I looked outside the window for my eye caught a glimpse of a shadow. I looked out the window and I saw a tall man that had long fingers with white gloves on. He had a black hoodie and some jeans. He had a shiny bright object in his hand that looked almost like a knife but longer. He had something on his face...that was a clown mask. I started to freak out my eyes looking the other direction for it did not want to see no more. 

I looked behind the bus and the clown was running at the bus. Soon, slowing down for the bus was gone. 

I got off the bus and entered my house. 

“ How was your day William?” My mom asked,

“ It was fine.” I said quickly before running up the stairs.

I got out my computer and searched Clown Sightings. I found a lot of good stuff. I found out one of the killer clowns named Flomo Klown posted a lot of creepy stuff on his Facebook. That was pretty disturbing. Like, “ It’s going down tonight.” and “ I love kids.” Also, like “ Call us we want to play.” and “ See you at school.”  Some pretty disturbing stuff. I also, found out that they were supposedly going to attack on Halloween. That they were going to “play a little game.” All the evidence that they were going to attack on Halloween were all true and it gave me the chills. Also, I found out that some of the clowns were texting each other back in forth like Flomo Klown stating, “ I want to beat Mckee so bad Monday but they are so far away so here it is. Southlawn- Monday, Mckee-Tuesday, Bellingrath-Wednesday, Goodwyn-Thursday, Capitol Heights-Friday. Warning get ready to get y’all beat the F$#* High Schools Nxt Week IM SO READY.” 

                                                                                                  2

I woke up early because reading all the research really scared the heck out of me. I got on the bus. I sat down and relaxed because I needed to calm down. We stopped at the same stop sign where the accident happened and I looked out. I saw a little girl probably in here teens crying on the pavement. In the woods behind her I saw a shadow. I saw her look behind her and she screamed. The figure came out and it was a clown. It had a full colorful onesie colored with yellow, blue, red, and orange splattered with red blood. It’s mask looking like porcelain. The mask having a painted frown on it’s face. The red around the lips bright with color. The red around it’s eyes dark with horror. Two painted blue eyebrows on the mask down in sadness. The red traditional clown nose quiet with no sound.  

It honked its nose and hit her with it’s metal bat and she dropped to the floor. It put it’s hands under her armpits and dragged her into the woods. I froze in horror as a little girl was just dragged into the woods. I felt a surge of anxiety as the clown left leaving blood trails behind. I got more and more worried as it got closer to Halloween.

I couldn’t hold it back anymore I needed to tell my mom about these clowns. There is only 2 more days until Halloween and I needed to get my anxiety out. I got off the bus and ran inside. I searched for my mom. I found her in the kitchen. 

I told her everything about the clown sighting yesterday and the kidnapping today. I also, told her about how they might attack on Halloween.  Her face grew more and more terrified. If dad were here he would have gone to the stop sign and took care of the clowns. I wish he were here to know. 

My mom took me to a weapon shop near our school. I grabbed as many weapons as I could. We were ready for The Clown Purge. We bought a dagger, a machete, a shotgun, a handgun, and a swiss army knife. She drove home. If my dad were here we wouldn’t need weapons. He was so confident and brave. I got home and cut metal and boarded up the windows. I recharged and put new batteries in the security systems. We had to hurry tomorrow was Clown Day.  I was terrified to sleep because after sleep was death and mayhem. I put my knife next to my bed and fell asleep.

                                                                                               3

Clown Purge Day,

I got up early so the clowns couldn’t give any surprises. I looked outside about six times because I was nervous. I started feel like this was just a prank to scare us. I sat down on my bed. I relaxed a little. About, two minutes later I heard laughter outside my window. Like, a loud cackle from a witch. But, I immediately knew what it was. I looked outside my window and saw a killer clown laughing with a microphone in it’s hands. It had a yellow jumpsuit with it’s sleeves ripped off with a red and white sleeves under the jumpsuit. It had the classic red nose horn hanging off it’s nose. It had a painted white face and black streaks climbing down it’s eyes. The yellow jumpsuit having a little white collar ripped at the ends. It having black circles around it’s eyes. It had yellow rubber gloves on it’s hands. It having a slim red tie. It had black combat boots glimmering with steel. It having a red wig and a little red and yellow hat on it’s head. It having blood splatters on it’s jumpsuit and arms. It licking it’s knife to get rid of the blood. At last it spoke. It’s voiced cracked and sarcastic.

“ We just took over the United States. This ain't President Town it’s ClownTown now. I’m just warnin ya this is the official Clown Purge.” It said laughing hysterically and dancing around.

My heart started to race. Sirens blared the streets vibrating our house. I heard a knock at our door. I knew not to answer. I ran down and blocked the door. 

“ Little Piggies! Little Piggies! Let me in!” It said hitting the door with it’s hammer. 

The door vibrated with it’s force. The door cracked leaving a crack that looked like a J. It hit the door with such powerful force that the door gave in and their was a hole left in the door. My brother ran down and carried chairs to keep it stable. The clown reached it’s hands threw the hole and unlocked the door. The door alarms went off. The sound blaring and screechy. The clown screamed and covered its ears. 

“ I’ll go by the sliding door for the backyard so they don’t get in that way!” My brother screamed trying to get heard over the door alarm. 

“ Ok!” I said,

The door alarm finally went off.

                                                                                                 4

Silence for about two seconds. I heard multiple screams from outside. I heard knifes cutting back and forth into somebody’s abdomen. Mayhem has filled the streets nothing but chaos. I saw clowns fighting each other the stronger one winning and taking down the other. I saw people fight back on clowns only to get beaten and lay lifeless on the floor. I heard laughter and saw colors I never wanted to see again. I saw clowns on top of people choking them to death. 

I couldn’t stand looking out the broken door and I looked back where my brother was just for me to find an empty room. I walked towards the kitchen and I found blood splatter on the corner of the counter and on the wall. I saw the the slider was open and I looked out and saw a clown dragging my brother is legs dragging against the jagged concrete. 

It was wearing a black, red, and white jumpsuit. It having a pouch for its knife. Its jumpsuit having its left side of the jumpsuit striped with red and black. The stripes running all the way down to its calf. Its left arm having red and black polka dots running all the way up to its shoulder. It was about 6’4 and really strong. The right side of its body was polka dotted with its victims blood running all the way down to its calf. Its right arm striped with red and black running all the way up to the shoulder. It had a wrap-around collar that was splatter with blood. It had a clown mask with black hair sticking out of the sides of its head. The mask painted white. Its eyes yellow and soulless. The eyes having black circles around it. It’s mouth painted with a sinister smile. Black paint around the mouth outlining it’s sinister smile. It having black gloves. It having black combat boots with steel tips shining brightly.

I grabbed my metal bat and ran out of the house. I ran up to the clown which I did with ease for it was walking at a turtle pace. I swung it dropped my brother and caught the bat. It held the bat by its ribs which was easy for me to jab with the bat and hit it in the ribs. It grabbed its ribs in pain. I swung my bat at its knee and it dropped to the floor. I hit it in the head splitting its head open and its blood making a river down the stream. I grabbed my brother and put his arm over my shoulder and I dragged him back to our house. Trying to be as fast as I could not wanting to get slaughtered. 

                        5

I got inside and laid my brother on the tile. His legs were torn and ripped. His pants were ripped. Blood coming from his leg. Flesh showing. His head bashed in and bleeding. Blood trickling down his head. I put my ear to his heart afraid to know if he was alive or not. Nothing. No beat no sound. Silence. I cried. If only dad were here this would’ve never happened to him.  I got up I grabbed my knife. Sweat trickling down my face. My hair in my face from sweat. I saw the clown get up from the ground. Dragging its leg. I opened the slider. It got closer. I closed the slider. I took a step on the concrete. It at the gate of the fence. I took another step. I held my knife up. It opened the gate. It walked closer. We met face to face. I took a jab at the clown. It dodged and grabbed it and it held my wrist bending it back more and more. I heard slight cracks. I set my jaw trying to stop the screams. I tightened my fist and bended forward. My wrist no longer strong. 

I took a punch at it. It to slow to dodge. 

Its teeth bleeding. Its nose broken. It stumbled a little bit surprised at its new nose job. It tried to stab me. I grabbed the knife and twisted it towards its direction. I put force on the knife piercing into its stomach. It howled in pain. I drove the knife into it more and more. Its screams becoming louder. I pulled the knife out. It’s on the floor. Blood making our grass moist and colored. I wiped the knife on its clothes getting rid of the blood. My wrist limp. I walked back inside. Closing the slider. I locked it. I went into the living room and there stood two clowns. They looked identical. There clothes matching. The only difference were their gloves and weapons. 

The clowns were strong with muscles showing through there clothes. The first clown, had a mask that was plastic with a black elastic band holding the mask up on their face. The mask had very defined cheek bones. The eyes had little cut outs showing there stormy eyes. The mask had a painted on red nose. The mouth having a smile cut out with red paint around the cut out. The top of the eyes having little black dashes indicating that they have eyelashes. Black paint surrounding the eye sockets. Its outfit red, black, and white. Its suspenders red and ripping. Its suit pants black. There white dress shirt ripped with no sleeves. The shirt had blood splatter.

                                                                                                   6

They had a skinny black tie dangling from their neck. One of the clowns had black leather fingerless gloves with spikes at the knuckles. The other clown having leather fingerless glove with spikes on the knuckles. 

The clown that wore the white gloves had sharp shiny riddick blades ready to slice into me. The riddick blades having gold handles. The blade long and curved. The blade clean and ready to get dirty. 

The other clown with black gloves had a hatchet. The hatchet was short and perfect for it. The handle was a glazed wood that was a bright brown. It’s fingers clenched on the handle. The end of the blade sharpened to it’s pleasure. 

They waved at me. I was petrified. I ran into the kitchen as they chased after me. I grabbed my bat and I swung. I missed and the clown with the white gloves cut my forehead with its riddick blade. I screamed. The clown with the black gloves sliced his hatchet into my arm leaving a huge gash. The pain excruciating. I hit the clown with the riddick blades making it collapse. It holding its ribs in pain. I swung my bat again only to get hit in the head by the backend of the handle of the hatchet. I grabbed my head my hand covered in red blood. I screamed in pain. My mom ran down the steps with her shotgun ready. She reloaded her gun. The clown laughed for it thought she did not have the guts. She shot. Smoke behind the bullet. The metal bullet now in the clowns chest. It grabbing it’s chest. Blood sputtering from its mouth. It kneeling down in surprise. She reloaded the shells hitting the floor. She shot again this time hitting the clown in the neck. It laid still. The carpet stained with blood. She shot the other clown in the head ending it’s misery. She blew the smoke from her gun. I saw my brother awake and shivering on the couch for he did not want to see that side of mother. But that’s not what he was looking at he was looking at the closet where we store all the supplies for medicine and weapons. He pointed in fear. I followed his finger. I slowly picked my knife up. I walked over to the closet. I held up my knife. I slowly opened the closet. Their was a clown waving slowly for it has just been found. It lunged at me. I dodged and it ran into the couch hitting its chest. I grabbed it by the collar of its outfit and threw it to the ground. I had enough of this Clown Purge. I got on top of it and put my bat to its neck. Slowly pressing down on it choking it more and more.

                                                                                                  7

It gagging. It grabbed at my neck trying to choke me but I was too far to reach for it’s eyes were slowly closing. I pressed harder slightly breaking its neck. Its breathing slow and almost not there. I pressed really hard and broke its neck ending its misery. I got off of it. My arms tired from putting that restraint on it. I relaxed my arms. I grabbed my knife and saw my brother relaxing on the ground with his handgun beside him. I asked him to get up and he tried but collapsed back down. His legs were still wounded. The day was almost done for The Clown Purge was almost over. I sat down next to him. If only dad were here he would’ve never let this happen. I heard loud screams and realized it was my mom. She was in the kitchen. I ran over to the kitchen. My knife ready.      

   

  

                                   The Clown Purge

I started packing up my room as my mother told me we were moving. I walked downstairs carrying my boxes. I set my boxes in our car. I closed the hatch and got in the car. I wasn’t happy where I was moving to. San Diego is not a place for me. It’s overpopulated and popular. Which means it’s known for problems. There is almost 25 crimes a day in San Diego. That’s a lot. I don’t trust overpopulated areas there's too many problems. Later did I know I was correct.

Day 1,

We finally arrived at our house in San Diego and I unpacked in my new room.  I’m doing this for my mom . I thought. We had to move here because our other job in Ohio didn’t give us a good pay and my father dying didn’t help. He got the better pay let us have a nice house but after he died my mom was struggling to keep the house. She couldn’t afford it because she was getting 30 dollars every 2 hours. I miss him so much. I remember him taking me to the pool in the backyard and he would carry me in the pool and I would think he had super strength but really it was the water making me 0 pounds. But, I miss his little lifts in the pool and his smile.  I loved him so much.

After, I was done unpacking and my mom and brother were done unpacking I went downstairs to spend time with my mom. I turned on the News. I saw on the TV that this little boy that lived in Greenville, South Carolina was playing in his backyard saw 2 clowns wandering in the woods that spotted him and asked if he wanted to come with them to their house. The little boy saw a path to a abandoned house with boarded up windows and new security systems. The little boy told his mother and the mother told the police and the police investigated the house interviewing them on TV. I turned it off. 

“ Mom, we're fine it’s in South Carolina not San Diego.” I said calming her down. 

Mom’s face was covered in horror as she knew that later on it would not just be South Carolina. 

                                                                                                1

Today, was my first day of school. I wasn’t excited. My dad would probably give me a little knuckle to my hair and say you got this. That’s all I needed right now. He made me feel like I was on top of the world without him I’m to the ground without him. 

I got on the bus for school today. I sat alone for I was nervous to make any interaction with other people right now. I started thinking about that clown sighting in South Carolina. Is it a hoax or is it real. The bus driver stopped at a stop sign. I looked outside the window for my eye caught a glimpse of a shadow. I looked out the window and I saw a tall man that had long fingers with white gloves on. He had a black hoodie and some jeans. He had a shiny bright object in his hand that looked almost like a knife but longer. He had something on his face...that was a clown mask. I started to freak out my eyes looking the other direction for it did not want to see no more. 

I looked behind the bus and the clown was running at the bus. Soon, slowing down for the bus was gone. 

I got off the bus and entered my house. 

“ How was your day William?” My mom asked,

“ It was fine.” I said quickly before running up the stairs.

I got out my computer and searched Clown Sightings. I found a lot of good stuff. I found out one of the killer clowns named Flomo Klown posted a lot of creepy stuff on his Facebook. That was pretty disturbing. Like, “ It’s going down tonight.” and “ I love kids.” Also, like “ Call us we want to play.” and “ See you at school.”  Some pretty disturbing stuff. I also, found out that they were supposedly going to attack on Halloween. That they were going to “play a little game.” All the evidence that they were going to attack on Halloween were all true and it gave me the chills. Also, I found out that some of the clowns were texting each other back in forth like Flomo Klown stating, “ I want to beat Mckee so bad Monday but they are so far away so here it is. Southlawn- Monday, Mckee-Tuesday, Bellingrath-Wednesday, Goodwyn-Thursday, Capitol Heights-Friday. Warning get ready to get y’all beat the F$#* High Schools Nxt Week IM SO READY.” 

                                                                                                  2

I woke up early because reading all the research really scared the heck out of me. I got on the bus. I sat down and relaxed because I needed to calm down. We stopped at the same stop sign where the accident happened and I looked out. I saw a little girl probably in here teens crying on the pavement. In the woods behind her I saw a shadow. I saw her look behind her and she screamed. The figure came out and it was a clown. It had a full colorful onesie colored with yellow, blue, red, and orange splattered with red blood. It’s mask looking like porcelain. The mask having a painted frown on it’s face. The red around the lips bright with color. The red around it’s eyes dark with horror. Two painted blue eyebrows on the mask down in sadness. The red traditional clown nose quiet with no sound.  

It honked its nose and hit her with it’s metal bat and she dropped to the floor. It put it’s hands under her armpits and dragged her into the woods. I froze in horror as a little girl was just dragged into the woods. I felt a surge of anxiety as the clown left leaving blood trails behind. I got more and more worried as it got closer to Halloween.

I couldn’t hold it back anymore I needed to tell my mom about these clowns. There is only 2 more days until Halloween and I needed to get my anxiety out. I got off the bus and ran inside. I searched for my mom. I found her in the kitchen. 

I told her everything about the clown sighting yesterday and the kidnapping today. I also, told her about how they might attack on Halloween.  Her face grew more and more terrified. If dad were here he would have gone to the stop sign and took care of the clowns. I wish he were here to know. 

My mom took me to a weapon shop near our school. I grabbed as many weapons as I could. We were ready for The Clown Purge. We bought a dagger, a machete, a shotgun, a handgun, and a swiss army knife. She drove home. If my dad were here we wouldn’t need weapons. He was so confident and brave. I got home and cut metal and boarded up the windows. I recharged and put new batteries in the security systems. We had to hurry tomorrow was Clown Day.  I was terrified to sleep because after sleep was death and mayhem. I put my knife next to my bed and fell asleep.

                                                                                               3

Clown Purge Day,

I got up early so the clowns couldn’t give any surprises. I looked outside about six times because I was nervous. I started feel like this was just a prank to scare us. I sat down on my bed. I relaxed a little. About, two minutes later I heard laughter outside my window. Like, a loud cackle from a witch. But, I immediately knew what it was. I looked outside my window and saw a killer clown laughing with a microphone in it’s hands. It had a yellow jumpsuit with it’s sleeves ripped off with a red and white sleeves under the jumpsuit. It had the classic red nose horn hanging off it’s nose. It had a painted white face and black streaks climbing down it’s eyes. The yellow jumpsuit having a little white collar ripped at the ends. It having black circles around it’s eyes. It had yellow rubber gloves on it’s hands. It having a slim red tie. It had black combat boots glimmering with steel. It having a red wig and a little red and yellow hat on it’s head. It having blood splatters on it’s jumpsuit and arms. It licking it’s knife to get rid of the blood. At last it spoke. It’s voiced cracked and sarcastic.

“ We just took over the United States. This ain't President Town it’s ClownTown now. I’m just warnin ya this is the official Clown Purge.” It said laughing hysterically and dancing around.

My heart started to race. Sirens blared the streets vibrating our house. I heard a knock at our door. I knew not to answer. I ran down and blocked the door. 

“ Little Piggies! Little Piggies! Let me in!” It said hitting the door with it’s hammer. 

The door vibrated with it’s force. The door cracked leaving a crack that looked like a J. It hit the door with such powerful force that the door gave in and their was a hole left in the door. My brother ran down and carried chairs to keep it stable. The clown reached it’s hands threw the hole and unlocked the door. The door alarms went off. The sound blaring and screechy. The clown screamed and covered its ears. 

“ I’ll go by the sliding door for the backyard so they don’t get in that way!” My brother screamed trying to get heard over the door alarm. 

“ Ok!” I said,

The door alarm finally went off.

                                                                                                 4

Silence for about two seconds. I heard multiple screams from outside. I heard knifes cutting back and forth into somebody’s abdomen. Mayhem has filled the streets nothing but chaos. I saw clowns fighting each other the stronger one winning and taking down the other. I saw people fight back on clowns only to get beaten and lay lifeless on the floor. I heard laughter and saw colors I never wanted to see again. I saw clowns on top of people choking them to death. 

I couldn’t stand looking out the broken door and I looked back where my brother was just for me to find an empty room. I walked towards the kitchen and I found blood splatter on the corner of the counter and on the wall. I saw the the slider was open and I looked out and saw a clown dragging my brother is legs dragging against the jagged concrete. 

It was wearing a black, red, and white jumpsuit. It having a pouch for its knife. Its jumpsuit having its left side of the jumpsuit striped with red and black. The stripes running all the way down to its calf. Its left arm having red and black polka dots running all the way up to its shoulder. It was about 6’4 and really strong. The right side of its body was polka dotted with its victims blood running all the way down to its calf. Its right arm striped with red and black running all the way up to the shoulder. It had a wrap-around collar that was splatter with blood. It had a clown mask with black hair sticking out of the sides of its head. The mask painted white. Its eyes yellow and soulless. The eyes having black circles around it. It’s mouth painted with a sinister smile. Black paint around the mouth outlining it’s sinister smile. It having black gloves. It having black combat boots with steel tips shining brightly.

I grabbed my metal bat and ran out of the house. I ran up to the clown which I did with ease for it was walking at a turtle pace. I swung it dropped my brother and caught the bat. It held the bat by its ribs which was easy for me to jab with the bat and hit it in the ribs. It grabbed its ribs in pain. I swung my bat at its knee and it dropped to the floor. I hit it in the head splitting its head open and its blood making a river down the stream. I grabbed my brother and put his arm over my shoulder and I dragged him back to our house. Trying to be as fast as I could not wanting to get slaughtered. 

                        5

I got inside and laid my brother on the tile. His legs were torn and ripped. His pants were ripped. Blood coming from his leg. Flesh showing. His head bashed in and bleeding. Blood trickling down his head. I put my ear to his heart afraid to know if he was alive or not. Nothing. No beat no sound. Silence. I cried. If only dad were here this would’ve never happened to him.  I got up I grabbed my knife. Sweat trickling down my face. My hair in my face from sweat. I saw the clown get up from the ground. Dragging its leg. I opened the slider. It got closer. I closed the slider. I took a step on the concrete. It at the gate of the fence. I took another step. I held my knife up. It opened the gate. It walked closer. We met face to face. I took a jab at the clown. It dodged and grabbed it and it held my wrist bending it back more and more. I heard slight cracks. I set my jaw trying to stop the screams. I tightened my fist and bended forward. My wrist no longer strong. 

I took a punch at it. It to slow to dodge. 

Its teeth bleeding. Its nose broken. It stumbled a little bit surprised at its new nose job. It tried to stab me. I grabbed the knife and twisted it towards its direction. I put force on the knife piercing into its stomach. It howled in pain. I drove the knife into it more and more. Its screams becoming louder. I pulled the knife out. It’s on the floor. Blood making our grass moist and colored. I wiped the knife on its clothes getting rid of the blood. My wrist limp. I walked back inside. Closing the slider. I locked it. I went into the living room and there stood two clowns. They looked identical. There clothes matching. The only difference were their gloves and weapons. 

The clowns were strong with muscles showing through there clothes. The first clown, had a mask that was plastic with a black elastic band holding the mask up on their face. The mask had very defined cheek bones. The eyes had little cut outs showing there stormy eyes. The mask had a painted on red nose. The mouth having a smile cut out with red paint around the cut out. The top of the eyes having little black dashes indicating that they have eyelashes. Black paint surrounding the eye sockets. Its outfit red, black, and white. Its suspenders red and ripping. Its suit pants black. There white dress shirt ripped with no sleeves. The shirt had blood splatter.

                                                                                                   6

They had a skinny black tie dangling from their neck. One of the clowns had black leather fingerless gloves with spikes at the knuckles. The other clown having leather fingerless glove with spikes on the knuckles. 

The clown that wore the white gloves had sharp shiny riddick blades ready to slice into me. The riddick blades having gold handles. The blade long and curved. The blade clean and ready to get dirty. 

The other clown with black gloves had a hatchet. The hatchet was short and perfect for it. The handle was a glazed wood that was a bright brown. It’s fingers clenched on the handle. The end of the blade sharpened to it’s pleasure. 

They waved at me. I was petrified. I ran into the kitchen as they chased after me. I grabbed my bat and I swung. I missed and the clown with the white gloves cut my forehead with its riddick blade. I screamed. The clown with the black gloves sliced his hatchet into my arm leaving a huge gash. The pain excruciating. I hit the clown with the riddick blades making it collapse. It holding its ribs in pain. I swung my bat again only to get hit in the head by the backend of the handle of the hatchet. I grabbed my head my hand covered in red blood. I screamed in pain. My mom ran down the steps with her shotgun ready. She reloaded her gun. The clown laughed for it thought she did not have the guts. She shot. Smoke behind the bullet. The metal bullet now in the clowns chest. It grabbing it’s chest. Blood sputtering from its mouth. It kneeling down in surprise. She reloaded the shells hitting the floor. She shot again this time hitting the clown in the neck. It laid still. The carpet stained with blood. She shot the other clown in the head ending it’s misery. She blew the smoke from her gun. I saw my brother awake and shivering on the couch for he did not want to see that side of mother. But that’s not what he was looking at he was looking at the closet where we store all the supplies for medicine and weapons. He pointed in fear. I followed his finger. I slowly picked my knife up. I walked over to the closet. I held up my knife. I slowly opened the closet. Their was a clown waving slowly for it has just been found. It lunged at me. I dodged and it ran into the couch hitting its chest. I grabbed it by the collar of its outfit and threw it to the ground. I had enough of this Clown Purge. I got on top of it and put my bat to its neck. Slowly pressing down on it choking it more and more.

                                                                                                  7

It gagging. It grabbed at my neck trying to choke me but I was too far to reach for it’s eyes were slowly closing. I pressed harder slightly breaking its neck. Its breathing slow and almost not there. I pressed really hard and broke its neck ending its misery. I got off of it. My arms tired from putting that restraint on it. I relaxed my arms. I grabbed my knife and saw my brother relaxing on the ground with his handgun beside him. I asked him to get up and he tried but collapsed back down. His legs were still wounded. The day was almost done for The Clown Purge was almost over. I sat down next to him. If only dad were here he would’ve never let this happen. I heard loud screams and realized it was my mom. She was in the kitchen. I ran over to the kitchen. My knife ready.      

   

  

                                   The Clown Purge

I started packing up my room as my mother told me we were moving. I walked downstairs carrying my boxes. I set my boxes in our car. I closed the hatch and got in the car. I wasn’t happy where I was moving to. San Diego is not a place for me. It’s overpopulated and popular. Which means it’s known for problems. There is almost 25 crimes a day in San Diego. That’s a lot. I don’t trust overpopulated areas there's too many problems. Later did I know I was correct.

Day 1,

We finally arrived at our house in San Diego and I unpacked in my new room.  I’m doing this for my mom . I thought. We had to move here because our other job in Ohio didn’t give us a good pay and my father dying didn’t help. He got the better pay let us have a nice house but after he died my mom was struggling to keep the house. She couldn’t afford it because she was getting 30 dollars every 2 hours. I miss him so much. I remember him taking me to the pool in the backyard and he would carry me in the pool and I would think he had super strength but really it was the water making me 0 pounds. But, I miss his little lifts in the pool and his smile.  I loved him so much.

After, I was done unpacking and my mom and brother were done unpacking I went downstairs to spend time with my mom. I turned on the News. I saw on the TV that this little boy that lived in Greenville, South Carolina was playing in his backyard saw 2 clowns wandering in the woods that spotted him and asked if he wanted to come with them to their house. The little boy saw a path to a abandoned house with boarded up windows and new security systems. The little boy told his mother and the mother told the police and the police investigated the house interviewing them on TV. I turned it off. 

“ Mom, we're fine it’s in South Carolina not San Diego.” I said calming her down. 

Mom’s face was covered in horror as she knew that later on it would not just be South Carolina. 

                                                                                                1

Today, was my first day of school. I wasn’t excited. My dad would probably give me a little knuckle to my hair and say you got this. That’s all I needed right now. He made me feel like I was on top of the world without him I’m to the ground without him. 

I got on the bus for school today. I sat alone for I was nervous to make any interaction with other people right now. I started thinking about that clown sighting in South Carolina. Is it a hoax or is it real. The bus driver stopped at a stop sign. I looked outside the window for my eye caught a glimpse of a shadow. I looked out the window and I saw a tall man that had long fingers with white gloves on. He had a black hoodie and some jeans. He had a shiny bright object in his hand that looked almost like a knife but longer. He had something on his face...that was a clown mask. I started to freak out my eyes looking the other direction for it did not want to see no more. 

I looked behind the bus and the clown was running at the bus. Soon, slowing down for the bus was gone. 

I got off the bus and entered my house. 

“ How was your day William?” My mom asked,

“ It was fine.” I said quickly before running up the stairs.

I got out my computer and searched Clown Sightings. I found a lot of good stuff. I found out one of the killer clowns named Flomo Klown posted a lot of creepy stuff on his Facebook. That was pretty disturbing. Like, “ It’s going down tonight.” and “ I love kids.” Also, like “ Call us we want to play.” and “ See you at school.”  Some pretty disturbing stuff. I also, found out that they were supposedly going to attack on Halloween. That they were going to “play a little game.” All the evidence that they were going to attack on Halloween were all true and it gave me the chills. Also, I found out that some of the clowns were texting each other back in forth like Flomo Klown stating, “ I want to beat Mckee so bad Monday but they are so far away so here it is. Southlawn- Monday, Mckee-Tuesday, Bellingrath-Wednesday, Goodwyn-Thursday, Capitol Heights-Friday. Warning get ready to get y’all beat the F$#* High Schools Nxt Week IM SO READY.” 

                                                                                                  2

I woke up early because reading all the research really scared the heck out of me. I got on the bus. I sat down and relaxed because I needed to calm down. We stopped at the same stop sign where the accident happened and I looked out. I saw a little girl probably in here teens crying on the pavement. In the woods behind her I saw a shadow. I saw her look behind her and she screamed. The figure came out and it was a clown. It had a full colorful onesie colored with yellow, blue, red, and orange splattered with red blood. It’s mask looking like porcelain. The mask having a painted frown on it’s face. The red around the lips bright with color. The red around it’s eyes dark with horror. Two painted blue eyebrows on the mask down in sadness. The red traditional clown nose quiet with no sound.  

It honked its nose and hit her with it’s metal bat and she dropped to the floor. It put it’s hands under her armpits and dragged her into the woods. I froze in horror as a little girl was just dragged into the woods. I felt a surge of anxiety as the clown left leaving blood trails behind. I got more and more worried as it got closer to Halloween.

I couldn’t hold it back anymore I needed to tell my mom about these clowns. There is only 2 more days until Halloween and I needed to get my anxiety out. I got off the bus and ran inside. I searched for my mom. I found her in the kitchen. 

I told her everything about the clown sighting yesterday and the kidnapping today. I also, told her about how they might attack on Halloween.  Her face grew more and more terrified. If dad were here he would have gone to the stop sign and took care of the clowns. I wish he were here to know. 

My mom took me to a weapon shop near our school. I grabbed as many weapons as I could. We were ready for The Clown Purge. We bought a dagger, a machete, a shotgun, a handgun, and a swiss army knife. She drove home. If my dad were here we wouldn’t need weapons. He was so confident and brave. I got home and cut metal and boarded up the windows. I recharged and put new batteries in the security systems. We had to hurry tomorrow was Clown Day.  I was terrified to sleep because after sleep was death and mayhem. I put my knife next to my bed and fell asleep.

                                                                                               3

Clown Purge Day,

I got up early so the clowns couldn’t give any surprises. I looked outside about six times because I was nervous. I started feel like this was just a prank to scare us. I sat down on my bed. I relaxed a little. About, two minutes later I heard laughter outside my window. Like, a loud cackle from a witch. But, I immediately knew what it was. I looked outside my window and saw a killer clown laughing with a microphone in it’s hands. It had a yellow jumpsuit with it’s sleeves ripped off with a red and white sleeves under the jumpsuit. It had the classic red nose horn hanging off it’s nose. It had a painted white face and black streaks climbing down it’s eyes. The yellow jumpsuit having a little white collar ripped at the ends. It having black circles around it’s eyes. It had yellow rubber gloves on it’s hands. It having a slim red tie. It had black combat boots glimmering with steel. It having a red wig and a little red and yellow hat on it’s head. It having blood splatters on it’s jumpsuit and arms. It licking it’s knife to get rid of the blood. At last it spoke. It’s voiced cracked and sarcastic.

“ We just took over the United States. This ain't President Town it’s ClownTown now. I’m just warnin ya this is the official Clown Purge.” It said laughing hysterically and dancing around.

My heart started to race. Sirens blared the streets vibrating our house. I heard a knock at our door. I knew not to answer. I ran down and blocked the door. 

“ Little Piggies! Little Piggies! Let me in!” It said hitting the door with it’s hammer. 

The door vibrated with it’s force. The door cracked leaving a crack that looked like a J. It hit the door with such powerful force that the door gave in and their was a hole left in the door. My brother ran down and carried chairs to keep it stable. The clown reached it’s hands threw the hole and unlocked the door. The door alarms went off. The sound blaring and screechy. The clown screamed and covered its ears. 

“ I’ll go by the sliding door for the backyard so they don’t get in that way!” My brother screamed trying to get heard over the door alarm. 

“ Ok!” I said,

The door alarm finally went off.

                                                                                                 4

Silence for about two seconds. I heard multiple screams from outside. I heard knifes cutting back and forth into somebody’s abdomen. Mayhem has filled the streets nothing but chaos. I saw clowns fighting each other the stronger one winning and taking down the other. I saw people fight back on clowns only to get beaten and lay lifeless on the floor. I heard laughter and saw colors I never wanted to see again. I saw clowns on top of people choking them to death. 

I couldn’t stand looking out the broken door and I looked back where my brother was just for me to find an empty room. I walked towards the kitchen and I found blood splatter on the corner of the counter and on the wall. I saw the the slider was open and I looked out and saw a clown dragging my brother is legs dragging against the jagged concrete. 

It was wearing a black, red, and white jumpsuit. It having a pouch for its knife. Its jumpsuit having its left side of the jumpsuit striped with red and black. The stripes running all the way down to its calf. Its left arm having red and black polka dots running all the way up to its shoulder. It was about 6’4 and really strong. The right side of its body was polka dotted with its victims blood running all the way down to its calf. Its right arm striped with red and black running all the way up to the shoulder. It had a wrap-around collar that was splatter with blood. It had a clown mask with black hair sticking out of the sides of its head. The mask painted white. Its eyes yellow and soulless. The eyes having black circles around it. It’s mouth painted with a sinister smile. Black paint around the mouth outlining it’s sinister smile. It having black gloves. It having black combat boots with steel tips shining brightly.

I grabbed my metal bat and ran out of the house. I ran up to the clown which I did with ease for it was walking at a turtle pace. I swung it dropped my brother and caught the bat. It held the bat by its ribs which was easy for me to jab with the bat and hit it in the ribs. It grabbed its ribs in pain. I swung my bat at its knee and it dropped to the floor. I hit it in the head splitting its head open and its blood making a river down the stream. I grabbed my brother and put his arm over my shoulder and I dragged him back to our house. Trying to be as fast as I could not wanting to get slaughtered. 

                        5

I got inside and laid my brother on the tile. His legs were torn and ripped. His pants were ripped. Blood coming from his leg. Flesh showing. His head bashed in and bleeding. Blood trickling down his head. I put my ear to his heart afraid to know if he was alive or not. Nothing. No beat no sound. Silence. I cried. If only dad were here this would’ve never happened to him.  I got up I grabbed my knife. Sweat trickling down my face. My hair in my face from sweat. I saw the clown get up from the ground. Dragging its leg. I opened the slider. It got closer. I closed the slider. I took a step on the concrete. It at the gate of the fence. I took another step. I held my knife up. It opened the gate. It walked closer. We met face to face. I took a jab at the clown. It dodged and grabbed it and it held my wrist bending it back more and more. I heard slight cracks. I set my jaw trying to stop the screams. I tightened my fist and bended forward. My wrist no longer strong. 

I took a punch at it. It to slow to dodge. 

Its teeth bleeding. Its nose broken. It stumbled a little bit surprised at its new nose job. It tried to stab me. I grabbed the knife and twisted it towards its direction. I put force on the knife piercing into its stomach. It howled in pain. I drove the knife into it more and more. Its screams becoming louder. I pulled the knife out. It’s on the floor. Blood making our grass moist and colored. I wiped the knife on its clothes getting rid of the blood. My wrist limp. I walked back inside. Closing the slider. I locked it. I went into the living room and there stood two clowns. They looked identical. There clothes matching. The only difference were their gloves and weapons. 

The clowns were strong with muscles showing through there clothes. The first clown, had a mask that was plastic with a black elastic band holding the mask up on their face. The mask had very defined cheek bones. The eyes had little cut outs showing there stormy eyes. The mask had a painted on red nose. The mouth having a smile cut out with red paint around the cut out. The top of the eyes having little black dashes indicating that they have eyelashes. Black paint surrounding the eye sockets. Its outfit red, black, and white. Its suspenders red and ripping. Its suit pants black. There white dress shirt ripped with no sleeves. The shirt had blood splatter.

                                                                                                   6

They had a skinny black tie dangling from their neck. One of the clowns had black leather fingerless gloves with spikes at the knuckles. The other clown having leather fingerless glove with spikes on the knuckles. 

The clown that wore the white gloves had sharp shiny riddick blades ready to slice into me. The riddick blades having gold handles. The blade long and curved. The blade clean and ready to get dirty. 

The other clown with black gloves had a hatchet. The hatchet was short and perfect for it. The handle was a glazed wood that was a bright brown. It’s fingers clenched on the handle. The end of the blade sharpened to it’s pleasure. 

They waved at me. I was petrified. I ran into the kitchen as they chased after me. I grabbed my bat and I swung. I missed and the clown with the white gloves cut my forehead with its riddick blade. I screamed. The clown with the black gloves sliced his hatchet into my arm leaving a huge gash. The pain excruciating. I hit the clown with the riddick blades making it collapse. It holding its ribs in pain. I swung my bat again only to get hit in the head by the backend of the handle of the hatchet. I grabbed my head my hand covered in red blood. I screamed in pain. My mom ran down the steps with her shotgun ready. She reloaded her gun. The clown laughed for it thought she did not have the guts. She shot. Smoke behind the bullet. The metal bullet now in the clowns chest. It grabbing it’s chest. Blood sputtering from its mouth. It kneeling down in surprise. She reloaded the shells hitting the floor. She shot again this time hitting the clown in the neck. It laid still. The carpet stained with blood. She shot the other clown in the head ending it’s misery. She blew the smoke from her gun. I saw my brother awake and shivering on the couch for he did not want to see that side of mother. But that’s not what he was looking at he was looking at the closet where we store all the supplies for medicine and weapons. He pointed in fear. I followed his finger. I slowly picked my knife up. I walked over to the closet. I held up my knife. I slowly opened the closet. Their was a clown waving slowly for it has just been found. It lunged at me. I dodged and it ran into the couch hitting its chest. I grabbed it by the collar of its outfit and threw it to the ground. I had enough of this Clown Purge. I got on top of it and put my bat to its neck. Slowly pressing down on it choking it more and more.

                                                                                                  7

It gagging. It grabbed at my neck trying to choke me but I was too far to reach for it’s eyes were slowly closing. I pressed harder slightly breaking its neck. Its breathing slow and almost not there. I pressed really hard and broke its neck ending its misery. I got off of it. My arms tired from putting that restraint on it. I relaxed my arms. I grabbed my knife and saw my brother relaxing on the ground with his handgun beside him. I asked him to get up and he tried but collapsed back down. His legs were still wounded. The day was almost done for The Clown Purge was almost over. I sat down next to him. If only dad were here he would’ve never let this happen. I heard loud screams and realized it was my mom. She was in the kitchen. I ran over to the kitchen. My knife ready.      

   

  

                                   The Clown Purge

I started packing up my room as my mother told me we were moving. I walked downstairs carrying my boxes. I set my boxes in our car. I closed the hatch and got in the car. I wasn’t happy where I was moving to. San Diego is not a place for me. It’s overpopulated and popular. Which means it’s known for problems. There is almost 25 crimes a day in San Diego. That’s a lot. I don’t trust overpopulated areas there's too many problems. Later did I know I was correct.

Day 1,

We finally arrived at our house in San Diego and I unpacked in my new room.  I’m doing this for my mom . I thought. We had to move here because our other job in Ohio didn’t give us a good pay and my father dying didn’t help. He got the better pay let us have a nice house but after he died my mom was struggling to keep the house. She couldn’t afford it because she was getting 30 dollars every 2 hours. I miss him so much. I remember him taking me to the pool in the backyard and he would carry me in the pool and I would think he had super strength but really it was the water making me 0 pounds. But, I miss his little lifts in the pool and his smile.  I loved him so much.

After, I was done unpacking and my mom and brother were done unpacking I went downstairs to spend time with my mom. I turned on the News. I saw on the TV that this little boy that lived in Greenville, South Carolina was playing in his backyard saw 2 clowns wandering in the woods that spotted him and asked if he wanted to come with them to their house. The little boy saw a path to a abandoned house with boarded up windows and new security systems. The little boy told his mother and the mother told the police and the police investigated the house interviewing them on TV. I turned it off. 

“ Mom, we're fine it’s in South Carolina not San Diego.” I said calming her down. 

Mom’s face was covered in horror as she knew that later on it would not just be South Carolina. 

                                                                                                1

Today, was my first day of school. I wasn’t excited. My dad would probably give me a little knuckle to my hair and say you got this. That’s all I needed right now. He made me feel like I was on top of the world without him I’m to the ground without him. 

I got on the bus for school today. I sat alone for I was nervous to make any interaction with other people right now. I started thinking about that clown sighting in South Carolina. Is it a hoax or is it real. The bus driver stopped at a stop sign. I looked outside the window for my eye caught a glimpse of a shadow. I looked out the window and I saw a tall man that had long fingers with white gloves on. He had a black hoodie and some jeans. He had a shiny bright object in his hand that looked almost like a knife but longer. He had something on his face...that was a clown mask. I started to freak out my eyes looking the other direction for it did not want to see no more. 

I looked behind the bus and the clown was running at the bus. Soon, slowing down for the bus was gone. 

I got off the bus and entered my house. 

“ How was your day William?” My mom asked,

“ It was fine.” I said quickly before running up the stairs.

I got out my computer and searched Clown Sightings. I found a lot of good stuff. I found out one of the killer clowns named Flomo Klown posted a lot of creepy stuff on his Facebook. That was pretty disturbing. Like, “ It’s going down tonight.” and “ I love kids.” Also, like “ Call us we want to play.” and “ See you at school.”  Some pretty disturbing stuff. I also, found out that they were supposedly going to attack on Halloween. That they were going to “play a little game.” All the evidence that they were going to attack on Halloween were all true and it gave me the chills. Also, I found out that some of the clowns were texting each other back in forth like Flomo Klown stating, “ I want to beat Mckee so bad Monday but they are so far away so here it is. Southlawn- Monday, Mckee-Tuesday, Bellingrath-Wednesday, Goodwyn-Thursday, Capitol Heights-Friday. Warning get ready to get y’all beat the F$#* High Schools Nxt Week IM SO READY.” 

                                                                                                  2

I woke up early because reading all the research really scared the heck out of me. I got on the bus. I sat down and relaxed because I needed to calm down. We stopped at the same stop sign where the accident happened and I looked out. I saw a little girl probably in here teens crying on the pavement. In the woods behind her I saw a shadow. I saw her look behind her and she screamed. The figure came out and it was a clown. It had a full colorful onesie colored with yellow, blue, red, and orange splattered with red blood. It’s mask looking like porcelain. The mask having a painted frown on it’s face. The red around the lips bright with color. The red around it’s eyes dark with horror. Two painted blue eyebrows on the mask down in sadness. The red traditional clown nose quiet with no sound.  

It honked its nose and hit her with it’s metal bat and she dropped to the floor. It put it’s hands under her armpits and dragged her into the woods. I froze in horror as a little girl was just dragged into the woods. I felt a surge of anxiety as the clown left leaving blood trails behind. I got more and more worried as it got closer to Halloween.

I couldn’t hold it back anymore I needed to tell my mom about these clowns. There is only 2 more days until Halloween and I needed to get my anxiety out. I got off the bus and ran inside. I searched for my mom. I found her in the kitchen. 

I told her everything about the clown sighting yesterday and the kidnapping today. I also, told her about how they might attack on Halloween.  Her face grew more and more terrified. If dad were here he would have gone to the stop sign and took care of the clowns. I wish he were here to know. 

My mom took me to a weapon shop near our school. I grabbed as many weapons as I could. We were ready for The Clown Purge. We bought a dagger, a machete, a shotgun, a handgun, and a swiss army knife. She drove home. If my dad were here we wouldn’t need weapons. He was so confident and brave. I got home and cut metal and boarded up the windows. I recharged and put new batteries in the security systems. We had to hurry tomorrow was Clown Day.  I was terrified to sleep because after sleep was death and mayhem. I put my knife next to my bed and fell asleep.

                                                                                               3

Clown Purge Day,

I got up early so the clowns couldn’t give any surprises. I looked outside about six times because I was nervous. I started feel like this was just a prank to scare us. I sat down on my bed. I relaxed a little. About, two minutes later I heard laughter outside my window. Like, a loud cackle from a witch. But, I immediately knew what it was. I looked outside my window and saw a killer clown laughing with a microphone in it’s hands. It had a yellow jumpsuit with it’s sleeves ripped off with a red and white sleeves under the jumpsuit. It had the classic red nose horn hanging off it’s nose. It had a painted white face and black streaks climbing down it’s eyes. The yellow jumpsuit having a little white collar ripped at the ends. It having black circles around it’s eyes. It had yellow rubber gloves on it’s hands. It having a slim red tie. It had black combat boots glimmering with steel. It having a red wig and a little red and yellow hat on it’s head. It having blood splatters on it’s jumpsuit and arms. It licking it’s knife to get rid of the blood. At last it spoke. It’s voiced cracked and sarcastic.

“ We just took over the United States. This ain't President Town it’s ClownTown now. I’m just warnin ya this is the official Clown Purge.” It said laughing hysterically and dancing around.

My heart started to race. Sirens blared the streets vibrating our house. I heard a knock at our door. I knew not to answer. I ran down and blocked the door. 

“ Little Piggies! Little Piggies! Let me in!” It said hitting the door with it’s hammer. 

The door vibrated with it’s force. The door cracked leaving a crack that looked like a J. It hit the door with such powerful force that the door gave in and their was a hole left in the door. My brother ran down and carried chairs to keep it stable. The clown reached it’s hands threw the hole and unlocked the door. The door alarms went off. The sound blaring and screechy. The clown screamed and covered its ears. 

“ I’ll go by the sliding door for the backyard so they don’t get in that way!” My brother screamed trying to get heard over the door alarm. 

“ Ok!” I said,

The door alarm finally went off.

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Silence for about two seconds. I heard multiple screams from outside. I heard knifes cutting back and forth into somebody’s abdomen. Mayhem has filled the streets nothing but chaos. I saw clowns fighting each other the stronger one winning and taking down the other. I saw people fight back on clowns only to get beaten and lay lifeless on the floor. I heard laughter and saw colors I never wanted to see again. I saw clowns on top of people choking them to death. 

I couldn’t stand looking out the broken door and I looked back where my brother was just for me to find an empty room. I walked towards the kitchen and I found blood splatter on the corner of the counter and on the wall. I saw the the slider was open and I looked out and saw a clown dragging my brother is legs dragging against the jagged concrete. 

It was wearing a black, red, and white jumpsuit. It having a pouch for its knife. Its jumpsuit having its left side of the jumpsuit striped with red and black. The stripes running all the way down to its calf. Its left arm having red and black polka dots running all the way up to its shoulder. It was about 6’4 and really strong. The right side of its body was polka dotted with its victims blood running all the way down to its calf. Its right arm striped with red and black running all the way up to the shoulder. It had a wrap-around collar that was splatter with blood. It had a clown mask with black hair sticking out of the sides of its head. The mask painted white. Its eyes yellow and soulless. The eyes having black circles around it. It’s mouth painted with a sinister smile. Black paint around the mouth outlining it’s sinister smile. It having black gloves. It having black combat boots with steel tips shining brightly.

I grabbed my metal bat and ran out of the house. I ran up to the clown which I did with ease for it was walking at a turtle pace. I swung it dropped my brother and caught the bat. It held the bat by its ribs which was easy for me to jab with the bat and hit it in the ribs. It grabbed its ribs in pain. I swung my bat at its knee and it dropped to the floor. I hit it in the head splitting its head open and its blood making a river down the stream. I grabbed my brother and put his arm over my shoulder and I dragged him back to our house. Trying to be as fast as I could not wanting to get slaughtered. 

                        5

I got inside and laid my brother on the tile. His legs were torn and ripped. His pants were ripped. Blood coming from his leg. Flesh showing. His head bashed in and bleeding. Blood trickling down his head. I put my ear to his heart afraid to know if he was alive or not. Nothing. No beat no sound. Silence. I cried. If only dad were here this would’ve never happened to him.  I got up I grabbed my knife. Sweat trickling down my face. My hair in my face from sweat. I saw the clown get up from the ground. Dragging its leg. I opened the slider. It got closer. I closed the slider. I took a step on the concrete. It at the gate of the fence. I took another step. I held my knife up. It opened the gate. It walked closer. We met face to face. I took a jab at the clown. It dodged and grabbed it and it held my wrist bending it back more and more. I heard slight cracks. I set my jaw trying to stop the screams. I tightened my fist and bended forward. My wrist no longer strong. 

I took a punch at it. It to slow to dodge. 

Its teeth bleeding. Its nose broken. It stumbled a little bit surprised at its new nose job. It tried to stab me. I grabbed the knife and twisted it towards its direction. I put force on the knife piercing into its stomach. It howled in pain. I drove the knife into it more and more. Its screams becoming louder. I pulled the knife out. It’s on the floor. Blood making our grass moist and colored. I wiped the knife on its clothes getting rid of the blood. My wrist limp. I walked back inside. Closing the slider. I locked it. I went into the living room and there stood two clowns. They looked identical. There clothes matching. The only difference were their gloves and weapons. 

The clowns were strong with muscles showing through there clothes. The first clown, had a mask that was plastic with a black elastic band holding the mask up on their face. The mask had very defined cheek bones. The eyes had little cut outs showing there stormy eyes. The mask had a painted on red nose. The mouth having a smile cut out with red paint around the cut out. The top of the eyes having little black dashes indicating that they have eyelashes. Black paint surrounding the eye sockets. Its outfit red, black, and white. Its suspenders red and ripping. Its suit pants black. There white dress shirt ripped with no sleeves. The shirt had blood splatter.

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They had a skinny black tie dangling from their neck. One of the clowns had black leather fingerless gloves with spikes at the knuckles. The other clown having leather fingerless glove with spikes on the knuckles. 

The clown that wore the white gloves had sharp shiny riddick blades ready to slice into me. The riddick blades having gold handles. The blade long and curved. The blade clean and ready to get dirty. 

The other clown with black gloves had a hatchet. The hatchet was short and perfect for it. The handle was a glazed wood that was a bright brown. It’s fingers clenched on the handle. The end of the blade sharpened to it’s pleasure. 

They waved at me. I was petrified. I ran into the kitchen as they chased after me. I grabbed my bat and I swung. I missed and the clown with the white gloves cut my forehead with its riddick blade. I screamed. The clown with the black gloves sliced his hatchet into my arm leaving a huge gash. The pain excruciating. I hit the clown with the riddick blades making it collapse. It holding its ribs in pain. I swung my bat again only to get hit in the head by the backend of the handle of the hatchet. I grabbed my head my hand covered in red blood. I screamed in pain. My mom ran down the steps with her shotgun ready. She reloaded her gun. The clown laughed for it thought she did not have the guts. She shot. Smoke behind the bullet. The metal bullet now in the clowns chest. It grabbing it’s chest. Blood sputtering from its mouth. It kneeling down in surprise. She reloaded the shells hitting the floor. She shot again this time hitting the clown in the neck. It laid still. The carpet stained with blood. She shot the other clown in the head ending it’s misery. She blew the smoke from her gun. I saw my brother awake and shivering on the couch for he did not want to see that side of mother. But that’s not what he was looking at he was looking at the closet where we store all the supplies for medicine and weapons. He pointed in fear. I followed his finger. I slowly picked my knife up. I walked over to the closet. I held up my knife. I slowly opened the closet. Their was a clown waving slowly for it has just been found. It lunged at me. I dodged and it ran into the couch hitting its chest. I grabbed it by the collar of its outfit and threw it to the ground. I had enough of this Clown Purge. I got on top of it and put my bat to its neck. Slowly pressing down on it choking it more and more.

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It gagging. It grabbed at my neck trying to choke me but I was too far to reach for it’s eyes were slowly closing. I pressed harder slightly breaking its neck. Its breathing slow and almost not there. I pressed really hard and broke its neck ending its misery. I got off of it. My arms tired from putting that restraint on it. I relaxed my arms. I grabbed my knife and saw my brother relaxing on the ground with his handgun beside him. I asked him to get up and he tried but collapsed back down. His legs were still wounded. The day was almost done for The Clown Purge was almost over. I sat down next to him. If only dad were here he would’ve never let this happen. I heard loud screams and realized it was my mom. She was in the kitchen. I ran over to the kitchen. My knife ready.      

   

  

                                   The Clown Purge

I started packing up my room as my mother told me we were moving. I walked downstairs carrying my boxes. I set my boxes in our car. I closed the hatch and got in the car. I wasn’t happy where I was moving to. San Diego is not a place for me. It’s overpopulated and popular. Which means it’s known for problems. There is almost 25 crimes a day in San Diego. That’s a lot. I don’t trust overpopulated areas there's too many problems. Later did I know I was correct.

Day 1,

We finally arrived at our house in San Diego and I unpacked in my new room.  I’m doing this for my mom . I thought. We had to move here because our other job in Ohio didn’t give us a good pay and my father dying didn’t help. He got the better pay let us have a nice house but after he died my mom was struggling to keep the house. She couldn’t afford it because she was getting 30 dollars every 2 hours. I miss him so much. I remember him taking me to the pool in the backyard and he would carry me in the pool and I would think he had super strength but really it was the water making me 0 pounds. But, I miss his little lifts in the pool and his smile.  I loved him so much.

After, I was done unpacking and my mom and brother were done unpacking I went downstairs to spend time with my mom. I turned on the News. I saw on the TV that this little boy that lived in Greenville, South Carolina was playing in his backyard saw 2 clowns wandering in the woods that spotted him and asked if he wanted to come with them to their house. The little boy saw a path to a abandoned house with boarded up windows and new security systems. The little boy told his mother and the mother told the police and the police investigated the house interviewing them on TV. I turned it off. 

“ Mom, we're fine it’s in South Carolina not San Diego.” I said calming her down. 

Mom’s face was covered in horror as she knew that later on it would not just be South Carolina. 

                                                                                                1

Today, was my first day of school. I wasn’t excited. My dad would probably give me a little knuckle to my hair and say you got this. That’s all I needed right now. He made me feel like I was on top of the world without him I’m to the ground without him. 

I got on the bus for school today. I sat alone for I was nervous to make any interaction with other people right now. I started thinking about that clown sighting in South Carolina. Is it a hoax or is it real. The bus driver stopped at a stop sign. I looked outside the window for my eye caught a glimpse of a shadow. I looked out the window and I saw a tall man that had long fingers with white gloves on. He had a black hoodie and some jeans. He had a shiny bright object in his hand that looked almost like a knife but longer. He had something on his face...that was a clown mask. I started to freak out my eyes looking the other direction for it did not want to see no more. 

I looked behind the bus and the clown was running at the bus. Soon, slowing down for the bus was gone. 

I got off the bus and entered my house. 

“ How was your day William?” My mom asked,

“ It was fine.” I said quickly before running up the stairs.

I got out my computer and searched Clown Sightings. I found a lot of good stuff. I found out one of the killer clowns named Flomo Klown posted a lot of creepy stuff on his Facebook. That was pretty disturbing. Like, “ It’s going down tonight.” and “ I love kids.” Also, like “ Call us we want to play.” and “ See you at school.”  Some pretty disturbing stuff. I also, found out that they were supposedly going to attack on Halloween. That they were going to “play a little game.” All the evidence that they were going to attack on Halloween were all true and it gave me the chills. Also, I found out that some of the clowns were texting each other back in forth like Flomo Klown stating, “ I want to beat Mckee so bad Monday but they are so far away so here it is. Southlawn- Monday, Mckee-Tuesday, Bellingrath-Wednesday, Goodwyn-Thursday, Capitol Heights-Friday. Warning get ready to get y’all beat the F$#* High Schools Nxt Week IM SO READY.” 

                                                                                                  2

I woke up early because reading all the research really scared the heck out of me. I got on the bus. I sat down and relaxed because I needed to calm down. We stopped at the same stop sign where the accident happened and I looked out. I saw a little girl probably in here teens crying on the pavement. In the woods behind her I saw a shadow. I saw her look behind her and she screamed. The figure came out and it was a clown. It had a full colorful onesie colored with yellow, blue, red, and orange splattered with red blood. It’s mask looking like porcelain. The mask having a painted frown on it’s face. The red around the lips bright with color. The red around it’s eyes dark with horror. Two painted blue eyebrows on the mask down in sadness. The red traditional clown nose quiet with no sound.  

It honked its nose and hit her with it’s metal bat and she dropped to the floor. It put it’s hands under her armpits and dragged her into the woods. I froze in horror as a little girl was just dragged into the woods. I felt a surge of anxiety as the clown left leaving blood trails behind. I got more and more worried as it got closer to Halloween.

I couldn’t hold it back anymore I needed to tell my mom about these clowns. There is only 2 more days until Halloween and I needed to get my anxiety out. I got off the bus and ran inside. I searched for my mom. I found her in the kitchen. 

I told her everything about the clown sighting yesterday and the kidnapping today. I also, told her about how they might attack on Halloween.  Her face grew more and more terrified. If dad were here he would have gone to the stop sign and took care of the clowns. I wish he were here to know. 

My mom took me to a weapon shop near our school. I grabbed as many weapons as I could. We were ready for The Clown Purge. We bought a dagger, a machete, a shotgun, a handgun, and a swiss army knife. She drove home. If my dad were here we wouldn’t need weapons. He was so confident and brave. I got home and cut metal and boarded up the windows. I recharged and put new batteries in the security systems. We had to hurry tomorrow was Clown Day.  I was terrified to sleep because after sleep was death and mayhem. I put my knife next to my bed and fell asleep.

                                                                                               3

Clown Purge Day,

I got up early so the clowns couldn’t give any surprises. I looked outside about six times because I was nervous. I started feel like this was just a prank to scare us. I sat down on my bed. I relaxed a little. About, two minutes later I heard laughter outside my window. Like, a loud cackle from a witch. But, I immediately knew what it was. I looked outside my window and saw a killer clown laughing with a microphone in it’s hands. It had a yellow jumpsuit with it’s sleeves ripped off with a red and white sleeves under the jumpsuit. It had the classic red nose horn hanging off it’s nose. It had a painted white face and black streaks climbing down it’s eyes. The yellow jumpsuit having a little white collar ripped at the ends. It having black circles around it’s eyes. It had yellow rubber gloves on it’s hands. It having a slim red tie. It had black combat boots glimmering with steel. It having a red wig and a little red and yellow hat on it’s head. It having blood splatters on it’s jumpsuit and arms. It licking it’s knife to get rid of the blood. At last it spoke. It’s voiced cracked and sarcastic.

“ We just took over the United States. This ain't President Town it’s ClownTown now. I’m just warnin ya this is the official Clown Purge.” It said laughing hysterically and dancing around.

My heart started to race. Sirens blared the streets vibrating our house. I heard a knock at our door. I knew not to answer. I ran down and blocked the door. 

“ Little Piggies! Little Piggies! Let me in!” It said hitting the door with it’s hammer. 

The door vibrated with it’s force. The door cracked leaving a crack that looked like a J. It hit the door with such powerful force that the door gave in and their was a hole left in the door. My brother ran down and carried chairs to keep it stable. The clown reached it’s hands threw the hole and unlocked the door. The door alarms went off. The sound blaring and screechy. The clown screamed and covered its ears. 

“ I’ll go by the sliding door for the backyard so they don’t get in that way!” My brother screamed trying to get heard over the door alarm. 

“ Ok!” I said,

The door alarm finally went off.

                                                                                                 4

Silence for about two seconds. I heard multiple screams from outside. I heard knifes cutting back and forth into somebody’s abdomen. Mayhem has filled the streets nothing but chaos. I saw clowns fighting each other the stronger one winning and taking down the other. I saw people fight back on clowns only to get beaten and lay lifeless on the floor. I heard laughter and saw colors I never wanted to see again. I saw clowns on top of people choking them to death. 

I couldn’t stand looking out the broken door and I looked back where my brother was just for me to find an empty room. I walked towards the kitchen and I found blood splatter on the corner of the counter and on the wall. I saw the the slider was open and I looked out and saw a clown dragging my brother is legs dragging against the jagged concrete. 

It was wearing a black, red, and white jumpsuit. It having a pouch for its knife. Its jumpsuit having its left side of the jumpsuit striped with red and black. The stripes running all the way down to its calf. Its left arm having red and black polka dots running all the way up to its shoulder. It was about 6’4 and really strong. The right side of its body was polka dotted with its victims blood running all the way down to its calf. Its right arm striped with red and black running all the way up to the shoulder. It had a wrap-around collar that was splatter with blood. It had a clown mask with black hair sticking out of the sides of its head. The mask painted white. Its eyes yellow and soulless. The eyes having black circles around it. It’s mouth painted with a sinister smile. Black paint around the mouth outlining it’s sinister smile. It having black gloves. It having black combat boots with steel tips shining brightly.

I grabbed my metal bat and ran out of the house. I ran up to the clown which I did with ease for it was walking at a turtle pace. I swung it dropped my brother and caught the bat. It held the bat by its ribs which was easy for me to jab with the bat and hit it in the ribs. It grabbed its ribs in pain. I swung my bat at its knee and it dropped to the floor. I hit it in the head splitting its head open and its blood making a river down the stream. I grabbed my brother and put his arm over my shoulder and I dragged him back to our house. Trying to be as fast as I could not wanting to get slaughtered. 

                        5

I got inside and laid my brother on the tile. His legs were torn and ripped. His pants were ripped. Blood coming from his leg. Flesh showing. His head bashed in and bleeding. Blood trickling down his head. I put my ear to his heart afraid to know if he was alive or not. Nothing. No beat no sound. Silence. I cried. If only dad were here this would’ve never happened to him.  I got up I grabbed my knife. Sweat trickling down my face. My hair in my face from sweat. I saw the clown get up from the ground. Dragging its leg. I opened the slider. It got closer. I closed the slider. I took a step on the concrete. It at the gate of the fence. I took another step. I held my knife up. It opened the gate. It walked closer. We met face to face. I took a jab at the clown. It dodged and grabbed it and it held my wrist bending it back more and more. I heard slight cracks. I set my jaw trying to stop the screams. I tightened my fist and bended forward. My wrist no longer strong. 

I took a punch at it. It to slow to dodge. 

Its teeth bleeding. Its nose broken. It stumbled a little bit surprised at its new nose job. It tried to stab me. I grabbed the knife and twisted it towards its direction. I put force on the knife piercing into its stomach. It howled in pain. I drove the knife into it more and more. Its screams becoming louder. I pulled the knife out. It’s on the floor. Blood making our grass moist and colored. I wiped the knife on its clothes getting rid of the blood. My wrist limp. I walked back inside. Closing the slider. I locked it. I went into the living room and there stood two clowns. They looked identical. There clothes matching. The only difference were their gloves and weapons. 

The clowns were strong with muscles showing through there clothes. The first clown, had a mask that was plastic with a black elastic band holding the mask up on their face. The mask had very defined cheek bones. The eyes had little cut outs showing there stormy eyes. The mask had a painted on red nose. The mouth having a smile cut out with red paint around the cut out. The top of the eyes having little black dashes indicating that they have eyelashes. Black paint surrounding the eye sockets. Its outfit red, black, and white. Its suspenders red and ripping. Its suit pants black. There white dress shirt ripped with no sleeves. The shirt had blood splatter.

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They had a skinny black tie dangling from their neck. One of the clowns had black leather fingerless gloves with spikes at the knuckles. The other clown having leather fingerless glove with spikes on the knuckles. 

The clown that wore the white gloves had sharp shiny riddick blades ready to slice into me. The riddick blades having gold handles. The blade long and curved. The blade clean and ready to get dirty. 

The other clown with black gloves had a hatchet. The hatchet was short and perfect for it. The handle was a glazed wood that was a bright brown. It’s fingers clenched on the handle. The end of the blade sharpened to it’s pleasure. 

They waved at me. I was petrified. I ran into the kitchen as they chased after me. I grabbed my bat and I swung. I missed and the clown with the white gloves cut my forehead with its riddick blade. I screamed. The clown with the black gloves sliced his hatchet into my arm leaving a huge gash. The pain excruciating. I hit the clown with the riddick blades making it collapse. It holding its ribs in pain. I swung my bat again only to get hit in the head by the backend of the handle of the hatchet. I grabbed my head my hand covered in red blood. I screamed in pain. My mom ran down the steps with her shotgun ready. She reloaded her gun. The clown laughed for it thought she did not have the guts. She shot. Smoke behind the bullet. The metal bullet now in the clowns chest. It grabbing it’s chest. Blood sputtering from its mouth. It kneeling down in surprise. She reloaded the shells hitting the floor. She shot again this time hitting the clown in the neck. It laid still. The carpet stained with blood. She shot the other clown in the head ending it’s misery. She blew the smoke from her gun. I saw my brother awake and shivering on the couch for he did not want to see that side of mother. But that’s not what he was looking at he was looking at the closet where we store all the supplies for medicine and weapons. He pointed in fear. I followed his finger. I slowly picked my knife up. I walked over to the closet. I held up my knife. I slowly opened the closet. Their was a clown waving slowly for it has just been found. It lunged at me. I dodged and it ran into the couch hitting its chest. I grabbed it by the collar of its outfit and threw it to the ground. I had enough of this Clown Purge. I got on top of it and put my bat to its neck. Slowly pressing down on it choking it more and more.

                                                                                                  7

It gagging. It grabbed at my neck trying to choke me but I was too far to reach for it’s eyes were slowly closing. I pressed harder slightly breaking its neck. Its breathing slow and almost not there. I pressed really hard and broke its neck ending its misery. I got off of it. My arms tired from putting that restraint on it. I relaxed my arms. I grabbed my knife and saw my brother relaxing on the ground with his handgun beside him. I asked him to get up and he tried but collapsed back down. His legs were still wounded. The day was almost done for The Clown Purge was almost over. I sat down next to him. If only dad were here he would’ve never let this happen. I heard loud screams and realized it was my mom. She was in the kitchen. I ran over to the kitchen. My knife ready.      

   

  

                                   The Clown Purge

I started packing up my room as my mother told me we were moving. I walked downstairs carrying my boxes. I set my boxes in our car. I closed the hatch and got in the car. I wasn’t happy where I was moving to. San Diego is not a place for me. It’s overpopulated and popular. Which means it’s known for problems. There is almost 25 crimes a day in San Diego. That’s a lot. I don’t trust overpopulated areas there's too many problems. Later did I know I was correct.

Day 1,

We finally arrived at our house in San Diego and I unpacked in my new room.  I’m doing this for my mom . I thought. We had to move here because our other job in Ohio didn’t give us a good pay and my father dying didn’t help. He got the better pay let us have a nice house but after he died my mom was struggling to keep the house. She couldn’t afford it because she was getting 30 dollars every 2 hours. I miss him so much. I remember him taking me to the pool in the backyard and he would carry me in the pool and I would think he had super strength but really it was the water making me 0 pounds. But, I miss his little lifts in the pool and his smile.  I loved him so much.

After, I was done unpacking and my mom and brother were done unpacking I went downstairs to spend time with my mom. I turned on the News. I saw on the TV that this little boy that lived in Greenville, South Carolina was playing in his backyard saw 2 clowns wandering in the woods that spotted him and asked if he wanted to come with them to their house. The little boy saw a path to a abandoned house with boarded up windows and new security systems. The little boy told his mother and the mother told the police and the police investigated the house interviewing them on TV. I turned it off. 

“ Mom, we're fine it’s in South Carolina not San Diego.” I said calming her down. 

Mom’s face was covered in horror as she knew that later on it would not just be South Carolina. 

                                                                                                1

Today, was my first day of school. I wasn’t excited. My dad would probably give me a little knuckle to my hair and say you got this. That’s all I needed right now. He made me feel like I was on top of the world without him I’m to the ground without him. 

I got on the bus for school today. I sat alone for I was nervous to make any interaction with other people right now. I started thinking about that clown sighting in South Carolina. Is it a hoax or is it real. The bus driver stopped at a stop sign. I looked outside the window for my eye caught a glimpse of a shadow. I looked out the window and I saw a tall man that had long fingers with white gloves on. He had a black hoodie and some jeans. He had a shiny bright object in his hand that looked almost like a knife but longer. He had something on his face...that was a clown mask. I started to freak out my eyes looking the other direction for it did not want to see no more. 

I looked behind the bus and the clown was running at the bus. Soon, slowing down for the bus was gone. 

I got off the bus and entered my house. 

“ How was your day William?” My mom asked,

“ It was fine.” I said quickly before running up the stairs.

I got out my computer and searched Clown Sightings. I found a lot of good stuff. I found out one of the killer clowns named Flomo Klown posted a lot of creepy stuff on his Facebook. That was pretty disturbing. Like, “ It’s going down tonight.” and “ I love kids.” Also, like “ Call us we want to play.” and “ See you at school.”  Some pretty disturbing stuff. I also, found out that they were supposedly going to attack on Halloween. That they were going to “play a little game.” All the evidence that they were going to attack on Halloween were all true and it gave me the chills. Also, I found out that some of the clowns were texting each other back in forth like Flomo Klown stating, “ I want to beat Mckee so bad Monday but they are so far away so here it is. Southlawn- Monday, Mckee-Tuesday, Bellingrath-Wednesday, Goodwyn-Thursday, Capitol Heights-Friday. Warning get ready to get y’all beat the F$#* High Schools Nxt Week IM SO READY.” 

                                                                                                  2

I woke up early because reading all the research really scared the heck out of me. I got on the bus. I sat down and relaxed because I needed to calm down. We stopped at the same stop sign where the accident happened and I looked out. I saw a little girl probably in here teens crying on the pavement. In the woods behind her I saw a shadow. I saw her look behind her and she screamed. The figure came out and it was a clown. It had a full colorful onesie colored with yellow, blue, red, and orange splattered with red blood. It’s mask looking like porcelain. The mask having a painted frown on it’s face. The red around the lips bright with color. The red around it’s eyes dark with horror. Two painted blue eyebrows on the mask down in sadness. The red traditional clown nose quiet with no sound.  

It honked its nose and hit her with it’s metal bat and she dropped to the floor. It put it’s hands under her armpits and dragged her into the woods. I froze in horror as a little girl was just dragged into the woods. I felt a surge of anxiety as the clown left leaving blood trails behind. I got more and more worried as it got closer to Halloween.

I couldn’t hold it back anymore I needed to tell my mom about these clowns. There is only 2 more days until Halloween and I needed to get my anxiety out. I got off the bus and ran inside. I searched for my mom. I found her in the kitchen. 

I told her everything about the clown sighting yesterday and the kidnapping today. I also, told her about how they might attack on Halloween.  Her face grew more and more terrified. If dad were here he would have gone to the stop sign and took care of the clowns. I wish he were here to know. 

My mom took me to a weapon shop near our school. I grabbed as many weapons as I could. We were ready for The Clown Purge. We bought a dagger, a machete, a shotgun, a handgun, and a swiss army knife. She drove home. If my dad were here we wouldn’t need weapons. He was so confident and brave. I got home and cut metal and boarded up the windows. I recharged and put new batteries in the security systems. We had to hurry tomorrow was Clown Day.  I was terrified to sleep because after sleep was death and mayhem. I put my knife next to my bed and fell asleep.

                                                                                               3

Clown Purge Day,

I got up early so the clowns couldn’t give any surprises. I looked outside about six times because I was nervous. I started feel like this was just a prank to scare us. I sat down on my bed. I relaxed a little. About, two minutes later I heard laughter outside my window. Like, a loud cackle from a witch. But, I immediately knew what it was. I looked outside my window and saw a killer clown laughing with a microphone in it’s hands. It had a yellow jumpsuit with it’s sleeves ripped off with a red and white sleeves under the jumpsuit. It had the classic red nose horn hanging off it’s nose. It had a painted white face and black streaks climbing down it’s eyes. The yellow jumpsuit having a little white collar ripped at the ends. It having black circles around it’s eyes. It had yellow rubber gloves on it’s hands. It having a slim red tie. It had black combat boots glimmering with steel. It having a red wig and a little red and yellow hat on it’s head. It having blood splatters on it’s jumpsuit and arms. It licking it’s knife to get rid of the blood. At last it spoke. It’s voiced cracked and sarcastic.

“ We just took over the United States. This ain't President Town it’s ClownTown now. I’m just warnin ya this is the official Clown Purge.” It said laughing hysterically and dancing around.

My heart started to race. Sirens blared the streets vibrating our house. I heard a knock at our door. I knew not to answer. I ran down and blocked the door. 

“ Little Piggies! Little Piggies! Let me in!” It said hitting the door with it’s hammer. 

The door vibrated with it’s force. The door cracked leaving a crack that looked like a J. It hit the door with such powerful force that the door gave in and their was a hole left in the door. My brother ran down and carried chairs to keep it stable. The clown reached it’s hands threw the hole and unlocked the door. The door alarms went off. The sound blaring and screechy. The clown screamed and covered its ears. 

“ I’ll go by the sliding door for the backyard so they don’t get in that way!” My brother screamed trying to get heard over the door alarm. 

“ Ok!” I said,

The door alarm finally went off.

                                                                                                 4

Silence for about two seconds. I heard multiple screams from outside. I heard knifes cutting back and forth into somebody’s abdomen. Mayhem has filled the streets nothing but chaos. I saw clowns fighting each other the stronger one winning and taking down the other. I saw people fight back on clowns only to get beaten and lay lifeless on the floor. I heard laughter and saw colors I never wanted to see again. I saw clowns on top of people choking them to death. 

I couldn’t stand looking out the broken door and I looked back where my brother was just for me to find an empty room. I walked towards the kitchen and I found blood splatter on the corner of the counter and on the wall. I saw the the slider was open and I looked out and saw a clown dragging my brother is legs dragging against the jagged concrete. 

It was wearing a black, red, and white jumpsuit. It having a pouch for its knife. Its jumpsuit having its left side of the jumpsuit striped with red and black. The stripes running all the way down to its calf. Its left arm having red and black polka dots running all the way up to its shoulder. It was about 6’4 and really strong. The right side of its body was polka dotted with its victims blood running all the way down to its calf. Its right arm striped with red and black running all the way up to the shoulder. It had a wrap-around collar that was splatter with blood. It had a clown mask with black hair sticking out of the sides of its head. The mask painted white. Its eyes yellow and soulless. The eyes having black circles around it. It’s mouth painted with a sinister smile. Black paint around the mouth outlining it’s sinister smile. It having black gloves. It having black combat boots with steel tips shining brightly.

I grabbed my metal bat and ran out of the house. I ran up to the clown which I did with ease for it was walking at a turtle pace. I swung it dropped my brother and caught the bat. It held the bat by its ribs which was easy for me to jab with the bat and hit it in the ribs. It grabbed its ribs in pain. I swung my bat at its knee and it dropped to the floor. I hit it in the head splitting its head open and its blood making a river down the stream. I grabbed my brother and put his arm over my shoulder and I dragged him back to our house. Trying to be as fast as I could not wanting to get slaughtered. 

                        5

I got inside and laid my brother on the tile. His legs were torn and ripped. His pants were ripped. Blood coming from his leg. Flesh showing. His head bashed in and bleeding. Blood trickling down his head. I put my ear to his heart afraid to know if he was alive or not. Nothing. No beat no sound. Silence. I cried. If only dad were here this would’ve never happened to him.  I got up I grabbed my knife. Sweat trickling down my face. My hair in my face from sweat. I saw the clown get up from the ground. Dragging its leg. I opened the slider. It got closer. I closed the slider. I took a step on the concrete. It at the gate of the fence. I took another step. I held my knife up. It opened the gate. It walked closer. We met face to face. I took a jab at the clown. It dodged and grabbed it and it held my wrist bending it back more and more. I heard slight cracks. I set my jaw trying to stop the screams. I tightened my fist and bended forward. My wrist no longer strong. 

I took a punch at it. It to slow to dodge. 

Its teeth bleeding. Its nose broken. It stumbled a little bit surprised at its new nose job. It tried to stab me. I grabbed the knife and twisted it towards its direction. I put force on the knife piercing into its stomach. It howled in pain. I drove the knife into it more and more. Its screams becoming louder. I pulled the knife out. It’s on the floor. Blood making our grass moist and colored. I wiped the knife on its clothes getting rid of the blood. My wrist limp. I walked back inside. Closing the slider. I locked it. I went into the living room and there stood two clowns. They looked identical. There clothes matching. The only difference were their gloves and weapons. 

The clowns were strong with muscles showing through there clothes. The first clown, had a mask that was plastic with a black elastic band holding the mask up on their face. The mask had very defined cheek bones. The eyes had little cut outs showing there stormy eyes. The mask had a painted on red nose. The mouth having a smile cut out with red paint around the cut out. The top of the eyes having little black dashes indicating that they have eyelashes. Black paint surrounding the eye sockets. Its outfit red, black, and white. Its suspenders red and ripping. Its suit pants black. There white dress shirt ripped with no sleeves. The shirt had blood splatter.

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They had a skinny black tie dangling from their neck. One of the clowns had black leather fingerless gloves with spikes at the knuckles. The other clown having leather fingerless glove with spikes on the knuckles. 

The clown that wore the white gloves had sharp shiny riddick blades ready to slice into me. The riddick blades having gold handles. The blade long and curved. The blade clean and ready to get dirty. 

The other clown with black gloves had a hatchet. The hatchet was short and perfect for it. The handle was a glazed wood that was a bright brown. It’s fingers clenched on the handle. The end of the blade sharpened to it’s pleasure. 

They waved at me. I was petrified. I ran into the kitchen as they chased after me. I grabbed my bat and I swung. I missed and the clown with the white gloves cut my forehead with its riddick blade. I screamed. The clown with the black gloves sliced his hatchet into my arm leaving a huge gash. The pain excruciating. I hit the clown with the riddick blades making it collapse. It holding its ribs in pain. I swung my bat again only to get hit in the head by the backend of the handle of the hatchet. I grabbed my head my hand covered in red blood. I screamed in pain. My mom ran down the steps with her shotgun ready. She reloaded her gun. The clown laughed for it thought she did not have the guts. She shot. Smoke behind the bullet. The metal bullet now in the clowns chest. It grabbing it’s chest. Blood sputtering from its mouth. It kneeling down in surprise. She reloaded the shells hitting the floor. She shot again this time hitting the clown in the neck. It laid still. The carpet stained with blood. She shot the other clown in the head ending it’s misery. She blew the smoke from her gun. I saw my brother awake and shivering on the couch for he did not want to see that side of mother. But that’s not what he was looking at he was looking at the closet where we store all the supplies for medicine and weapons. He pointed in fear. I followed his finger. I slowly picked my knife up. I walked over to the closet. I held up my knife. I slowly opened the closet. Their was a clown waving slowly for it has just been found. It lunged at me. I dodged and it ran into the couch hitting its chest. I grabbed it by the collar of its outfit and threw it to the ground. I had enough of this Clown Purge. I got on top of it and put my bat to its neck. Slowly pressing down on it choking it more and more.

                                                                                                  7

It gagging. It grabbed at my neck trying to choke me but I was too far to reach for it’s eyes were slowly closing. I pressed harder slightly breaking its neck. Its breathing slow and almost not there. I pressed really hard and broke its neck ending its misery. I got off of it. My arms tired from putting that restraint on it. I relaxed my arms. I grabbed my knife and saw my brother relaxing on the ground with his handgun beside him. I asked him to get up and he tried but collapsed back down. His legs were still wounded. The day was almost done for The Clown Purge was almost over. I sat down next to him. If only dad were here he would’ve never let this happen. I heard loud screams and realized it was my mom. She was in the kitchen. I ran over to the kitchen. My knife ready.      

   

  

                                   The Clown Purge

I started packing up my room as my mother told me we were moving. I walked downstairs carrying my boxes. I set my boxes in our car. I closed the hatch and got in the car. I wasn’t happy where I was moving to. San Diego is not a place for me. It’s overpopulated and popular. Which means it’s known for problems. There is almost 25 crimes a day in San Diego. That’s a lot. I don’t trust overpopulated areas there's too many problems. Later did I know I was correct.

Day 1,

We finally arrived at our house in San Diego and I unpacked in my new room.  I’m doing this for my mom . I thought. We had to move here because our other job in Ohio didn’t give us a good pay and my father dying didn’t help. He got the better pay let us have a nice house but after he died my mom was struggling to keep the house. She couldn’t afford it because she was getting 30 dollars every 2 hours. I miss him so much. I remember him taking me to the pool in the backyard and he would carry me in the pool and I would think he had super strength but really it was the water making me 0 pounds. But, I miss his little lifts in the pool and his smile.  I loved him so much.

After, I was done unpacking and my mom and brother were done unpacking I went downstairs to spend time with my mom. I turned on the News. I saw on the TV that this little boy that lived in Greenville, South Carolina was playing in his backyard saw 2 clowns wandering in the woods that spotted him and asked if he wanted to come with them to their house. The little boy saw a path to a abandoned house with boarded up windows and new security systems. The little boy told his mother and the mother told the police and the police investigated the house interviewing them on TV. I turned it off. 

“ Mom, we're fine it’s in South Carolina not San Diego.” I said calming her down. 

Mom’s face was covered in horror as she knew that later on it would not just be South Carolina. 

                                                                                                1

Today, was my first day of school. I wasn’t excited. My dad would probably give me a little knuckle to my hair and say you got this. That’s all I needed right now. He made me feel like I was on top of the world without him I’m to the ground without him. 

I got on the bus for school today. I sat alone for I was nervous to make any interaction with other people right now. I started thinking about that clown sighting in South Carolina. Is it a hoax or is it real. The bus driver stopped at a stop sign. I looked outside the window for my eye caught a glimpse of a shadow. I looked out the window and I saw a tall man that had long fingers with white gloves on. He had a black hoodie and some jeans. He had a shiny bright object in his hand that looked almost like a knife but longer. He had something on his face...that was a clown mask. I started to freak out my eyes looking the other direction for it did not want to see no more. 

I looked behind the bus and the clown was running at the bus. Soon, slowing down for the bus was gone. 

I got off the bus and entered my house. 

“ How was your day William?” My mom asked,

“ It was fine.” I said quickly before running up the stairs.

I got out my computer and searched Clown Sightings. I found a lot of good stuff. I found out one of the killer clowns named Flomo Klown posted a lot of creepy stuff on his Facebook. That was pretty disturbing. Like, “ It’s going down tonight.” and “ I love kids.” Also, like “ Call us we want to play.” and “ See you at school.”  Some pretty disturbing stuff. I also, found out that they were supposedly going to attack on Halloween. That they were going to “play a little game.” All the evidence that they were going to attack on Halloween were all true and it gave me the chills. Also, I found out that some of the clowns were texting each other back in forth like Flomo Klown stating, “ I want to beat Mckee so bad Monday but they are so far away so here it is. Southlawn- Monday, Mckee-Tuesday, Bellingrath-Wednesday, Goodwyn-Thursday, Capitol Heights-Friday. Warning get ready to get y’all beat the F$#* High Schools Nxt Week IM SO READY.” 

                                                                                                  2

I woke up early because reading all the research really scared the heck out of me. I got on the bus. I sat down and relaxed because I needed to calm down. We stopped at the same stop sign where the accident happened and I looked out. I saw a little girl probably in here teens crying on the pavement. In the woods behind her I saw a shadow. I saw her look behind her and she screamed. The figure came out and it was a clown. It had a full colorful onesie colored with yellow, blue, red, and orange splattered with red blood. It’s mask looking like porcelain. The mask having a painted frown on it’s face. The red around the lips bright with color. The red around it’s eyes dark with horror. Two painted blue eyebrows on the mask down in sadness. The red traditional clown nose quiet with no sound.  

It honked its nose and hit her with it’s metal bat and she dropped to the floor. It put it’s hands under her armpits and dragged her into the woods. I froze in horror as a little girl was just dragged into the woods. I felt a surge of anxiety as the clown left leaving blood trails behind. I got more and more worried as it got closer to Halloween.

I couldn’t hold it back anymore I needed to tell my mom about these clowns. There is only 2 more days until Halloween and I needed to get my anxiety out. I got off the bus and ran inside. I searched for my mom. I found her in the kitchen. 

I told her everything about the clown sighting yesterday and the kidnapping today. I also, told her about how they might attack on Halloween.  Her face grew more and more terrified. If dad were here he would have gone to the stop sign and took care of the clowns. I wish he were here to know. 

My mom took me to a weapon shop near our school. I grabbed as many weapons as I could. We were ready for The Clown Purge. We bought a dagger, a machete, a shotgun, a handgun, and a swiss army knife. She drove home. If my dad were here we wouldn’t need weapons. He was so confident and brave. I got home and cut metal and boarded up the windows. I recharged and put new batteries in the security systems. We had to hurry tomorrow was Clown Day.  I was terrified to sleep because after sleep was death and mayhem. I put my knife next to my bed and fell asleep.

                                                                                               3

Clown Purge Day,

I got up early so the clowns couldn’t give any surprises. I looked outside about six times because I was nervous. I started feel like this was just a prank to scare us. I sat down on my bed. I relaxed a little. About, two minutes later I heard laughter outside my window. Like, a loud cackle from a witch. But, I immediately knew what it was. I looked outside my window and saw a killer clown laughing with a microphone in it’s hands. It had a yellow jumpsuit with it’s sleeves ripped off with a red and white sleeves under the jumpsuit. It had the classic red nose horn hanging off it’s nose. It had a painted white face and black streaks climbing down it’s eyes. The yellow jumpsuit having a little white collar ripped at the ends. It having black circles around it’s eyes. It had yellow rubber gloves on it’s hands. It having a slim red tie. It had black combat boots glimmering with steel. It having a red wig and a little red and yellow hat on it’s head. It having blood splatters on it’s jumpsuit and arms. It licking it’s knife to get rid of the blood. At last it spoke. It’s voiced cracked and sarcastic.

“ We just took over the United States. This ain't President Town it’s ClownTown now. I’m just warnin ya this is the official Clown Purge.” It said laughing hysterically and dancing around.

My heart started to race. Sirens blared the streets vibrating our house. I heard a knock at our door. I knew not to answer. I ran down and blocked the door. 

“ Little Piggies! Little Piggies! Let me in!” It said hitting the door with it’s hammer. 

The door vibrated with it’s force. The door cracked leaving a crack that looked like a J. It hit the door with such powerful force that the door gave in and their was a hole left in the door. My brother ran down and carried chairs to keep it stable. The clown reached it’s hands threw the hole and unlocked the door. The door alarms went off. The sound blaring and screechy. The clown screamed and covered its ears. 

“ I’ll go by the sliding door for the backyard so they don’t get in that way!” My brother screamed trying to get heard over the door alarm. 

“ Ok!” I said,

The door alarm finally went off.

                                                                                                 4

Silence for about two seconds. I heard multiple screams from outside. I heard knifes cutting back and forth into somebody’s abdomen. Mayhem has filled the streets nothing but chaos. I saw clowns fighting each other the stronger one winning and taking down the other. I saw people fight back on clowns only to get beaten and lay lifeless on the floor. I heard laughter and saw colors I never wanted to see again. I saw clowns on top of people choking them to death. 

I couldn’t stand looking out the broken door and I looked back where my brother was just for me to find an empty room. I walked towards the kitchen and I found blood splatter on the corner of the counter and on the wall. I saw the the slider was open and I looked out and saw a clown dragging my brother is legs dragging against the jagged concrete. 

It was wearing a black, red, and white jumpsuit. It having a pouch for its knife. Its jumpsuit having its left side of the jumpsuit striped with red and black. The stripes running all the way down to its calf. Its left arm having red and black polka dots running all the way up to its shoulder. It was about 6’4 and really strong. The right side of its body was polka dotted with its victims blood running all the way down to its calf. Its right arm striped with red and black running all the way up to the shoulder. It had a wrap-around collar that was splatter with blood. It had a clown mask with black hair sticking out of the sides of its head. The mask painted white. Its eyes yellow and soulless. The eyes having black circles around it. It’s mouth painted with a sinister smile. Black paint around the mouth outlining it’s sinister smile. It having black gloves. It having black combat boots with steel tips shining brightly.

I grabbed my metal bat and ran out of the house. I ran up to the clown which I did with ease for it was walking at a turtle pace. I swung it dropped my brother and caught the bat. It held the bat by its ribs which was easy for me to jab with the bat and hit it in the ribs. It grabbed its ribs in pain. I swung my bat at its knee and it dropped to the floor. I hit it in the head splitting its head open and its blood making a river down the stream. I grabbed my brother and put his arm over my shoulder and I dragged him back to our house. Trying to be as fast as I could not wanting to get slaughtered. 

                        5

I got inside and laid my brother on the tile. His legs were torn and ripped. His pants were ripped. Blood coming from his leg. Flesh showing. His head bashed in and bleeding. Blood trickling down his head. I put my ear to his heart afraid to know if he was alive or not. Nothing. No beat no sound. Silence. I cried. If only dad were here this would’ve never happened to him.  I got up I grabbed my knife. Sweat trickling down my face. My hair in my face from sweat. I saw the clown get up from the ground. Dragging its leg. I opened the slider. It got closer. I closed the slider. I took a step on the concrete. It at the gate of the fence. I took another step. I held my knife up. It opened the gate. It walked closer. We met face to face. I took a jab at the clown. It dodged and grabbed it and it held my wrist bending it back more and more. I heard slight cracks. I set my jaw trying to stop the screams. I tightened my fist and bended forward. My wrist no longer strong. 

I took a punch at it. It to slow to dodge. 

Its teeth bleeding. Its nose broken. It stumbled a little bit surprised at its new nose job. It tried to stab me. I grabbed the knife and twisted it towards its direction. I put force on the knife piercing into its stomach. It howled in pain. I drove the knife into it more and more. Its screams becoming louder. I pulled the knife out. It’s on the floor. Blood making our grass moist and colored. I wiped the knife on its clothes getting rid of the blood. My wrist limp. I walked back inside. Closing the slider. I locked it. I went into the living room and there stood two clowns. They looked identical. There clothes matching. The only difference were their gloves and weapons. 

The clowns were strong with muscles showing through there clothes. The first clown, had a mask that was plastic with a black elastic band holding the mask up on their face. The mask had very defined cheek bones. The eyes had little cut outs showing there stormy eyes. The mask had a painted on red nose. The mouth having a smile cut out with red paint around the cut out. The top of the eyes having little black dashes indicating that they have eyelashes. Black paint surrounding the eye sockets. Its outfit red, black, and white. Its suspenders red and ripping. Its suit pants black. There white dress shirt ripped with no sleeves. The shirt had blood splatter.

                                                                                                   6

They had a skinny black tie dangling from their neck. One of the clowns had black leather fingerless gloves with spikes at the knuckles. The other clown having leather fingerless glove with spikes on the knuckles. 

The clown that wore the white gloves had sharp shiny riddick blades ready to slice into me. The riddick blades having gold handles. The blade long and curved. The blade clean and ready to get dirty. 

The other clown with black gloves had a hatchet. The hatchet was short and perfect for it. The handle was a glazed wood that was a bright brown. It’s fingers clenched on the handle. The end of the blade sharpened to it’s pleasure. 

They waved at me. I was petrified. I ran into the kitchen as they chased after me. I grabbed my bat and I swung. I missed and the clown with the white gloves cut my forehead with its riddick blade. I screamed. The clown with the black gloves sliced his hatchet into my arm leaving a huge gash. The pain excruciating. I hit the clown with the riddick blades making it collapse. It holding its ribs in pain. I swung my bat again only to get hit in the head by the backend of the handle of the hatchet. I grabbed my head my hand covered in red blood. I screamed in pain. My mom ran down the steps with her shotgun ready. She reloaded her gun. The clown laughed for it thought she did not have the guts. She shot. Smoke behind the bullet. The metal bullet now in the clowns chest. It grabbing it’s chest. Blood sputtering from its mouth. It kneeling down in surprise. She reloaded the shells hitting the floor. She shot again this time hitting the clown in the neck. It laid still. The carpet stained with blood. She shot the other clown in the head ending it’s misery. She blew the smoke from her gun. I saw my brother awake and shivering on the couch for he did not want to see that side of mother. But that’s not what he was looking at he was looking at the closet where we store all the supplies for medicine and weapons. He pointed in fear. I followed his finger. I slowly picked my knife up. I walked over to the closet. I held up my knife. I slowly opened the closet. Their was a clown waving slowly for it has just been found. It lunged at me. I dodged and it ran into the couch hitting its chest. I grabbed it by the collar of its outfit and threw it to the ground. I had enough of this Clown Purge. I got on top of it and put my bat to its neck. Slowly pressing down on it choking it more and more.

                                                                                                  7

It gagging. It grabbed at my neck trying to choke me but I was too far to reach for it’s eyes were slowly closing. I pressed harder slightly breaking its neck. Its breathing slow and almost not there. I pressed really hard and broke its neck ending its misery. I got off of it. My arms tired from putting that restraint on it. I relaxed my arms. I grabbed my knife and saw my brother relaxing on the ground with his handgun beside him. I asked him to get up and he tried but collapsed back down. His legs were still wounded. The day was almost done for The Clown Purge was almost over. I sat down next to him. If only dad were here he would’ve never let this happen. I heard loud screams and realized it was my mom. She was in the kitchen. I ran over to the kitchen. My knife ready.      

   

  

                                   The Clown Purge

I started packing up my room as my mother told me we were moving. I walked downstairs carrying my boxes. I set my boxes in our car. I closed the hatch and got in the car. I wasn’t happy where I was moving to. San Diego is not a place for me. It’s overpopulated and popular. Which means it’s known for problems. There is almost 25 crimes a day in San Diego. That’s a lot. I don’t trust overpopulated areas there's too many problems. Later did I know I was correct.

Day 1,

We finally arrived at our house in San Diego and I unpacked in my new room.  I’m doing this for my mom . I thought. We had to move here because our other job in Ohio didn’t give us a good pay and my father dying didn’t help. He got the better pay let us have a nice house but after he died my mom was struggling to keep the house. She couldn’t afford it because she was getting 30 dollars every 2 hours. I miss him so much. I remember him taking me to the pool in the backyard and he would carry me in the pool and I would think he had super strength but really it was the water making me 0 pounds. But, I miss his little lifts in the pool and his smile.  I loved him so much.

After, I was done unpacking and my mom and brother were done unpacking I went downstairs to spend time with my mom. I turned on the News. I saw on the TV that this little boy that lived in Greenville, South Carolina was playing in his backyard saw 2 clowns wandering in the woods that spotted him and asked if he wanted to come with them to their house. The little boy saw a path to a abandoned house with boarded up windows and new security systems. The little boy told his mother and the mother told the police and the police investigated the house interviewing them on TV. I turned it off. 

“ Mom, we're fine it’s in South Carolina not San Diego.” I said calming her down. 

Mom’s face was covered in horror as she knew that later on it would not just be South Carolina. 

                                                                                                1

Today, was my first day of school. I wasn’t excited. My dad would probably give me a little knuckle to my hair and say you got this. That’s all I needed right now. He made me feel like I was on top of the world without him I’m to the ground without him. 

I got on the bus for school today. I sat alone for I was nervous to make any interaction with other people right now. I started thinking about that clown sighting in South Carolina. Is it a hoax or is it real. The bus driver stopped at a stop sign. I looked outside the window for my eye caught a glimpse of a shadow. I looked out the window and I saw a tall man that had long fingers with white gloves on. He had a black hoodie and some jeans. He had a shiny bright object in his hand that looked almost like a knife but longer. He had something on his face...that was a clown mask. I started to freak out my eyes looking the other direction for it did not want to see no more. 

I looked behind the bus and the clown was running at the bus. Soon, slowing down for the bus was gone. 

I got off the bus and entered my house. 

“ How was your day William?” My mom asked,

“ It was fine.” I said quickly before running up the stairs.

I got out my computer and searched Clown Sightings. I found a lot of good stuff. I found out one of the killer clowns named Flomo Klown posted a lot of creepy stuff on his Facebook. That was pretty disturbing. Like, “ It’s going down tonight.” and “ I love kids.” Also, like “ Call us we want to play.” and “ See you at school.”  Some pretty disturbing stuff. I also, found out that they were supposedly going to attack on Halloween. That they were going to “play a little game.” All the evidence that they were going to attack on Halloween were all true and it gave me the chills. Also, I found out that some of the clowns were texting each other back in forth like Flomo Klown stating, “ I want to beat Mckee so bad Monday but they are so far away so here it is. Southlawn- Monday, Mckee-Tuesday, Bellingrath-Wednesday, Goodwyn-Thursday, Capitol Heights-Friday. Warning get ready to get y’all beat the F$#* High Schools Nxt Week IM SO READY.” 

                                                                                                  2

I woke up early because reading all the research really scared the heck out of me. I got on the bus. I sat down and relaxed because I needed to calm down. We stopped at the same stop sign where the accident happened and I looked out. I saw a little girl probably in here teens crying on the pavement. In the woods behind her I saw a shadow. I saw her look behind her and she screamed. The figure came out and it was a clown. It had a full colorful onesie colored with yellow, blue, red, and orange splattered with red blood. It’s mask looking like porcelain. The mask having a painted frown on it’s face. The red around the lips bright with color. The red around it’s eyes dark with horror. Two painted blue eyebrows on the mask down in sadness. The red traditional clown nose quiet with no sound.  

It honked its nose and hit her with it’s metal bat and she dropped to the floor. It put it’s hands under her armpits and dragged her into the woods. I froze in horror as a little girl was just dragged into the woods. I felt a surge of anxiety as the clown left leaving blood trails behind. I got more and more worried as it got closer to Halloween.

I couldn’t hold it back anymore I needed to tell my mom about these clowns. There is only 2 more days until Halloween and I needed to get my anxiety out. I got off the bus and ran inside. I searched for my mom. I found her in the kitchen. 

I told her everything about the clown sighting yesterday and the kidnapping today. I also, told her about how they might attack on Halloween.  Her face grew more and more terrified. If dad were here he would have gone to the stop sign and took care of the clowns. I wish he were here to know. 

My mom took me to a weapon shop near our school. I grabbed as many weapons as I could. We were ready for The Clown Purge. We bought a dagger, a machete, a shotgun, a handgun, and a swiss army knife. She drove home. If my dad were here we wouldn’t need weapons. He was so confident and brave. I got home and cut metal and boarded up the windows. I recharged and put new batteries in the security systems. We had to hurry tomorrow was Clown Day.  I was terrified to sleep because after sleep was death and mayhem. I put my knife next to my bed and fell asleep.

                                                                                               3

Clown Purge Day,

I got up early so the clowns couldn’t give any surprises. I looked outside about six times because I was nervous. I started feel like this was just a prank to scare us. I sat down on my bed. I relaxed a little. About, two minutes later I heard laughter outside my window. Like, a loud cackle from a witch. But, I immediately knew what it was. I looked outside my window and saw a killer clown laughing with a microphone in it’s hands. It had a yellow jumpsuit with it’s sleeves ripped off with a red and white sleeves under the jumpsuit. It had the classic red nose horn hanging off it’s nose. It had a painted white face and black streaks climbing down it’s eyes. The yellow jumpsuit having a little white collar ripped at the ends. It having black circles around it’s eyes. It had yellow rubber gloves on it’s hands. It having a slim red tie. It had black combat boots glimmering with steel. It having a red wig and a little red and yellow hat on it’s head. It having blood splatters on it’s jumpsuit and arms. It licking it’s knife to get rid of the blood. At last it spoke. It’s voiced cracked and sarcastic.

“ We just took over the United States. This ain't President Town it’s ClownTown now. I’m just warnin ya this is the official Clown Purge.” It said laughing hysterically and dancing around.

My heart started to race. Sirens blared the streets vibrating our house. I heard a knock at our door. I knew not to answer. I ran down and blocked the door. 

“ Little Piggies! Little Piggies! Let me in!” It said hitting the door with it’s hammer. 

The door vibrated with it’s force. The door cracked leaving a crack that looked like a J. It hit the door with such powerful force that the door gave in and their was a hole left in the door. My brother ran down and carried chairs to keep it stable. The clown reached it’s hands threw the hole and unlocked the door. The door alarms went off. The sound blaring and screechy. The clown screamed and covered its ears. 

“ I’ll go by the sliding door for the backyard so they don’t get in that way!” My brother screamed trying to get heard over the door alarm. 

“ Ok!” I said,

The door alarm finally went off.

                                                                                                 4

Silence for about two seconds. I heard multiple screams from outside. I heard knifes cutting back and forth into somebody’s abdomen. Mayhem has filled the streets nothing but chaos. I saw clowns fighting each other the stronger one winning and taking down the other. I saw people fight back on clowns only to get beaten and lay lifeless on the floor. I heard laughter and saw colors I never wanted to see again. I saw clowns on top of people choking them to death. 

I couldn’t stand looking out the broken door and I looked back where my brother was just for me to find an empty room. I walked towards the kitchen and I found blood splatter on the corner of the counter and on the wall. I saw the the slider was open and I looked out and saw a clown dragging my brother is legs dragging against the jagged concrete. 

It was wearing a black, red, and white jumpsuit. It having a pouch for its knife. Its jumpsuit having its left side of the jumpsuit striped with red and black. The stripes running all the way down to its calf. Its left arm having red and black polka dots running all the way up to its shoulder. It was about 6’4 and really strong. The right side of its body was polka dotted with its victims blood running all the way down to its calf. Its right arm striped with red and black running all the way up to the shoulder. It had a wrap-around collar that was splatter with blood. It had a clown mask with black hair sticking out of the sides of its head. The mask painted white. Its eyes yellow and soulless. The eyes having black circles around it. It’s mouth painted with a sinister smile. Black paint around the mouth outlining it’s sinister smile. It having black gloves. It having black combat boots with steel tips shining brightly.

I grabbed my metal bat and ran out of the house. I ran up to the clown which I did with ease for it was walking at a turtle pace. I swung it dropped my brother and caught the bat. It held the bat by its ribs which was easy for me to jab with the bat and hit it in the ribs. It grabbed its ribs in pain. I swung my bat at its knee and it dropped to the floor. I hit it in the head splitting its head open and its blood making a river down the stream. I grabbed my brother and put his arm over my shoulder and I dragged him back to our house. Trying to be as fast as I could not wanting to get slaughtered. 

                        5

I got inside and laid my brother on the tile. His legs were torn and ripped. His pants were ripped. Blood coming from his leg. Flesh showing. His head bashed in and bleeding. Blood trickling down his head. I put my ear to his heart afraid to know if he was alive or not. Nothing. No beat no sound. Silence. I cried. If only dad were here this would’ve never happened to him.  I got up I grabbed my knife. Sweat trickling down my face. My hair in my face from sweat. I saw the clown get up from the ground. Dragging its leg. I opened the slider. It got closer. I closed the slider. I took a step on the concrete. It at the gate of the fence. I took another step. I held my knife up. It opened the gate. It walked closer. We met face to face. I took a jab at the clown. It dodged and grabbed it and it held my wrist bending it back more and more. I heard slight cracks. I set my jaw trying to stop the screams. I tightened my fist and bended forward. My wrist no longer strong. 

I took a punch at it. It to slow to dodge. 

Its teeth bleeding. Its nose broken. It stumbled a little bit surprised at its new nose job. It tried to stab me. I grabbed the knife and twisted it towards its direction. I put force on the knife piercing into its stomach. It howled in pain. I drove the knife into it more and more. Its screams becoming louder. I pulled the knife out. It’s on the floor. Blood making our grass moist and colored. I wiped the knife on its clothes getting rid of the blood. My wrist limp. I walked back inside. Closing the slider. I locked it. I went into the living room and there stood two clowns. They looked identical. There clothes matching. The only difference were their gloves and weapons. 

The clowns were strong with muscles showing through there clothes. The first clown, had a mask that was plastic with a black elastic band holding the mask up on their face. The mask had very defined cheek bones. The eyes had little cut outs showing there stormy eyes. The mask had a painted on red nose. The mouth having a smile cut out with red paint around the cut out. The top of the eyes having little black dashes indicating that they have eyelashes. Black paint surrounding the eye sockets. Its outfit red, black, and white. Its suspenders red and ripping. Its suit pants black. There white dress shirt ripped with no sleeves. The shirt had blood splatter.

                                                                                                   6

They had a skinny black tie dangling from their neck. One of the clowns had black leather fingerless gloves with spikes at the knuckles. The other clown having leather fingerless glove with spikes on the knuckles. 

The clown that wore the white gloves had sharp shiny riddick blades ready to slice into me. The riddick blades having gold handles. The blade long and curved. The blade clean and ready to get dirty. 

The other clown with black gloves had a hatchet. The hatchet was short and perfect for it. The handle was a glazed wood that was a bright brown. It’s fingers clenched on the handle. The end of the blade sharpened to it’s pleasure. 

They waved at me. I was petrified. I ran into the kitchen as they chased after me. I grabbed my bat and I swung. I missed and the clown with the white gloves cut my forehead with its riddick blade. I screamed. The clown with the black gloves sliced his hatchet into my arm leaving a huge gash. The pain excruciating. I hit the clown with the riddick blades making it collapse. It holding its ribs in pain. I swung my bat again only to get hit in the head by the backend of the handle of the hatchet. I grabbed my head my hand covered in red blood. I screamed in pain. My mom ran down the steps with her shotgun ready. She reloaded her gun. The clown laughed for it thought she did not have the guts. She shot. Smoke behind the bullet. The metal bullet now in the clowns chest. It grabbing it’s chest. Blood sputtering from its mouth. It kneeling down in surprise. She reloaded the shells hitting the floor. She shot again this time hitting the clown in the neck. It laid still. The carpet stained with blood. She shot the other clown in the head ending it’s misery. She blew the smoke from her gun. I saw my brother awake and shivering on the couch for he did not want to see that side of mother. But that’s not what he was looking at he was looking at the closet where we store all the supplies for medicine and weapons. He pointed in fear. I followed his finger. I slowly picked my knife up. I walked over to the closet. I held up my knife. I slowly opened the closet. Their was a clown waving slowly for it has just been found. It lunged at me. I dodged and it ran into the couch hitting its chest. I grabbed it by the collar of its outfit and threw it to the ground. I had enough of this Clown Purge. I got on top of it and put my bat to its neck. Slowly pressing down on it choking it more and more.

                                                                                                  7

It gagging. It grabbed at my neck trying to choke me but I was too far to reach for it’s eyes were slowly closing. I pressed harder slightly breaking its neck. Its breathing slow and almost not there. I pressed really hard and broke its neck ending its misery. I got off of it. My arms tired from putting that restraint on it. I relaxed my arms. I grabbed my knife and saw my brother relaxing on the ground with his handgun beside him. I asked him to get up and he tried but collapsed back down. His legs were still wounded. The day was almost done for The Clown Purge was almost over. I sat down next to him. If only dad were here he would’ve never let this happen. I heard loud screams and realized it was my mom. She was in the kitchen. I ran over to the kitchen. My knife ready.      

   

  

                                   The Clown Purge

I started packing up my room as my mother told me we were moving. I walked downstairs carrying my boxes. I set my boxes in our car. I closed the hatch and got in the car. I wasn’t happy where I was moving to. San Diego is not a place for me. It’s overpopulated and popular. Which means it’s known for problems. There is almost 25 crimes a day in San Diego. That’s a lot. I don’t trust overpopulated areas there's too many problems. Later did I know I was correct.

Day 1,

We finally arrived at our house in San Diego and I unpacked in my new room.  I’m doing this for my mom . I thought. We had to move here because our other job in Ohio didn’t give us a good pay and my father dying didn’t help. He got the better pay let us have a nice house but after he died my mom was struggling to keep the house. She couldn’t afford it because she was getting 30 dollars every 2 hours. I miss him so much. I remember him taking me to the pool in the backyard and he would carry me in the pool and I would think he had super strength but really it was the water making me 0 pounds. But, I miss his little lifts in the pool and his smile.  I loved him so much.

After, I was done unpacking and my mom and brother were done unpacking I went downstairs to spend time with my mom. I turned on the News. I saw on the TV that this little boy that lived in Greenville, South Carolina was playing in his backyard saw 2 clowns wandering in the woods that spotted him and asked if he wanted to come with them to their house. The little boy saw a path to a abandoned house with boarded up windows and new security systems. The little boy told his mother and the mother told the police and the police investigated the house interviewing them on TV. I turned it off. 

“ Mom, we're fine it’s in South Carolina not San Diego.” I said calming her down. 

Mom’s face was covered in horror as she knew that later on it would not just be South Carolina. 

                                                                                                1

Today, was my first day of school. I wasn’t excited. My dad would probably give me a little knuckle to my hair and say you got this. That’s all I needed right now. He made me feel like I was on top of the world without him I’m to the ground without him. 

I got on the bus for school today. I sat alone for I was nervous to make any interaction with other people right now. I started thinking about that clown sighting in South Carolina. Is it a hoax or is it real. The bus driver stopped at a stop sign. I looked outside the window for my eye caught a glimpse of a shadow. I looked out the window and I saw a tall man that had long fingers with white gloves on. He had a black hoodie and some jeans. He had a shiny bright object in his hand that looked almost like a knife but longer. He had something on his face...that was a clown mask. I started to freak out my eyes looking the other direction for it did not want to see no more. 

I looked behind the bus and the clown was running at the bus. Soon, slowing down for the bus was gone. 

I got off the bus and entered my house. 

“ How was your day William?” My mom asked,

“ It was fine.” I said quickly before running up the stairs.

I got out my computer and searched Clown Sightings. I found a lot of good stuff. I found out one of the killer clowns named Flomo Klown posted a lot of creepy stuff on his Facebook. That was pretty disturbing. Like, “ It’s going down tonight.” and “ I love kids.” Also, like “ Call us we want to play.” and “ See you at school.”  Some pretty disturbing stuff. I also, found out that they were supposedly going to attack on Halloween. That they were going to “play a little game.” All the evidence that they were going to attack on Halloween were all true and it gave me the chills. Also, I found out that some of the clowns were texting each other back in forth like Flomo Klown stating, “ I want to beat Mckee so bad Monday but they are so far away so here it is. Southlawn- Monday, Mckee-Tuesday, Bellingrath-Wednesday, Goodwyn-Thursday, Capitol Heights-Friday. Warning get ready to get y’all beat the F$#* High Schools Nxt Week IM SO READY.” 

                                                                                                  2

I woke up early because reading all the research really scared the heck out of me. I got on the bus. I sat down and relaxed because I needed to calm down. We stopped at the same stop sign where the accident happened and I looked out. I saw a little girl probably in here teens crying on the pavement. In the woods behind her I saw a shadow. I saw her look behind her and she screamed. The figure came out and it was a clown. It had a full colorful onesie colored with yellow, blue, red, and orange splattered with red blood. It’s mask looking like porcelain. The mask having a painted frown on it’s face. The red around the lips bright with color. The red around it’s eyes dark with horror. Two painted blue eyebrows on the mask down in sadness. The red traditional clown nose quiet with no sound.  

It honked its nose and hit her with it’s metal bat and she dropped to the floor. It put it’s hands under her armpits and dragged her into the woods. I froze in horror as a little girl was just dragged into the woods. I felt a surge of anxiety as the clown left leaving blood trails behind. I got more and more worried as it got closer to Halloween.

I couldn’t hold it back anymore I needed to tell my mom about these clowns. There is only 2 more days until Halloween and I needed to get my anxiety out. I got off the bus and ran inside. I searched for my mom. I found her in the kitchen. 

I told her everything about the clown sighting yesterday and the kidnapping today. I also, told her about how they might attack on Halloween.  Her face grew more and more terrified. If dad were here he would have gone to the stop sign and took care of the clowns. I wish he were here to know. 

My mom took me to a weapon shop near our school. I grabbed as many weapons as I could. We were ready for The Clown Purge. We bought a dagger, a machete, a shotgun, a handgun, and a swiss army knife. She drove home. If my dad were here we wouldn’t need weapons. He was so confident and brave. I got home and cut metal and boarded up the windows. I recharged and put new batteries in the security systems. We had to hurry tomorrow was Clown Day.  I was terrified to sleep because after sleep was death and mayhem. I put my knife next to my bed and fell asleep.

                                                                                               3

Clown Purge Day,

I got up early so the clowns couldn’t give any surprises. I looked outside about six times because I was nervous. I started feel like this was just a prank to scare us. I sat down on my bed. I relaxed a little. About, two minutes later I heard laughter outside my window. Like, a loud cackle from a witch. But, I immediately knew what it was. I looked outside my window and saw a killer clown laughing with a microphone in it’s hands. It had a yellow jumpsuit with it’s sleeves ripped off with a red and white sleeves under the jumpsuit. It had the classic red nose horn hanging off it’s nose. It had a painted white face and black streaks climbing down it’s eyes. The yellow jumpsuit having a little white collar ripped at the ends. It having black circles around it’s eyes. It had yellow rubber gloves on it’s hands. It having a slim red tie. It had black combat boots glimmering with steel. It having a red wig and a little red and yellow hat on it’s head. It having blood splatters on it’s jumpsuit and arms. It licking it’s knife to get rid of the blood. At last it spoke. It’s voiced cracked and sarcastic.

“ We just took over the United States. This ain't President Town it’s ClownTown now. I’m just warnin ya this is the official Clown Purge.” It said laughing hysterically and dancing around.

My heart started to race. Sirens blared the streets vibrating our house. I heard a knock at our door. I knew not to answer. I ran down and blocked the door. 

“ Little Piggies! Little Piggies! Let me in!” It said hitting the door with it’s hammer. 

The door vibrated with it’s force. The door cracked leaving a crack that looked like a J. It hit the door with such powerful force that the door gave in and their was a hole left in the door. My brother ran down and carried chairs to keep it stable. The clown reached it’s hands threw the hole and unlocked the door. The door alarms went off. The sound blaring and screechy. The clown screamed and covered its ears. 

“ I’ll go by the sliding door for the backyard so they don’t get in that way!” My brother screamed trying to get heard over the door alarm. 

“ Ok!” I said,

The door alarm finally went off.

                                                                                                 4

Silence for about two seconds. I heard multiple screams from outside. I heard knifes cutting back and forth into somebody’s abdomen. Mayhem has filled the streets nothing but chaos. I saw clowns fighting each other the stronger one winning and taking down the other. I saw people fight back on clowns only to get beaten and lay lifeless on the floor. I heard laughter and saw colors I never wanted to see again. I saw clowns on top of people choking them to death. 

I couldn’t stand looking out the broken door and I looked back where my brother was just for me to find an empty room. I walked towards the kitchen and I found blood splatter on the corner of the counter and on the wall. I saw the the slider was open and I looked out and saw a clown dragging my brother is legs dragging against the jagged concrete. 

It was wearing a black, red, and white jumpsuit. It having a pouch for its knife. Its jumpsuit having its left side of the jumpsuit striped with red and black. The stripes running all the way down to its calf. Its left arm having red and black polka dots running all the way up to its shoulder. It was about 6’4 and really strong. The right side of its body was polka dotted with its victims blood running all the way down to its calf. Its right arm striped with red and black running all the way up to the shoulder. It had a wrap-around collar that was splatter with blood. It had a clown mask with black hair sticking out of the sides of its head. The mask painted white. Its eyes yellow and soulless. The eyes having black circles around it. It’s mouth painted with a sinister smile. Black paint around the mouth outlining it’s sinister smile. It having black gloves. It having black combat boots with steel tips shining brightly.

I grabbed my metal bat and ran out of the house. I ran up to the clown which I did with ease for it was walking at a turtle pace. I swung it dropped my brother and caught the bat. It held the bat by its ribs which was easy for me to jab with the bat and hit it in the ribs. It grabbed its ribs in pain. I swung my bat at its knee and it dropped to the floor. I hit it in the head splitting its head open and its blood making a river down the stream. I grabbed my brother and put his arm over my shoulder and I dragged him back to our house. Trying to be as fast as I could not wanting to get slaughtered. 

                        5

I got inside and laid my brother on the tile. His legs were torn and ripped. His pants were ripped. Blood coming from his leg. Flesh showing. His head bashed in and bleeding. Blood trickling down his head. I put my ear to his heart afraid to know if he was alive or not. Nothing. No beat no sound. Silence. I cried. If only dad were here this would’ve never happened to him.  I got up I grabbed my knife. Sweat trickling down my face. My hair in my face from sweat. I saw the clown get up from the ground. Dragging its leg. I opened the slider. It got closer. I closed the slider. I took a step on the concrete. It at the gate of the fence. I took another step. I held my knife up. It opened the gate. It walked closer. We met face to face. I took a jab at the clown. It dodged and grabbed it and it held my wrist bending it back more and more. I heard slight cracks. I set my jaw trying to stop the screams. I tightened my fist and bended forward. My wrist no longer strong. 

I took a punch at it. It to slow to dodge. 

Its teeth bleeding. Its nose broken. It stumbled a little bit surprised at its new nose job. It tried to stab me. I grabbed the knife and twisted it towards its direction. I put force on the knife piercing into its stomach. It howled in pain. I drove the knife into it more and more. Its screams becoming louder. I pulled the knife out. It’s on the floor. Blood making our grass moist and colored. I wiped the knife on its clothes getting rid of the blood. My wrist limp. I walked back inside. Closing the slider. I locked it. I went into the living room and there stood two clowns. They looked identical. There clothes matching. The only difference were their gloves and weapons. 

The clowns were strong with muscles showing through there clothes. The first clown, had a mask that was plastic with a black elastic band holding the mask up on their face. The mask had very defined cheek bones. The eyes had little cut outs showing there stormy eyes. The mask had a painted on red nose. The mouth having a smile cut out with red paint around the cut out. The top of the eyes having little black dashes indicating that they have eyelashes. Black paint surrounding the eye sockets. Its outfit red, black, and white. Its suspenders red and ripping. Its suit pants black. There white dress shirt ripped with no sleeves. The shirt had blood splatter.

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They had a skinny black tie dangling from their neck. One of the clowns had black leather fingerless gloves with spikes at the knuckles. The other clown having leather fingerless glove with spikes on the knuckles. 

The clown that wore the white gloves had sharp shiny riddick blades ready to slice into me. The riddick blades having gold handles. The blade long and curved. The blade clean and ready to get dirty. 

The other clown with black gloves had a hatchet. The hatchet was short and perfect for it. The handle was a glazed wood that was a bright brown. It’s fingers clenched on the handle. The end of the blade sharpened to it’s pleasure. 

They waved at me. I was petrified. I ran into the kitchen as they chased after me. I grabbed my bat and I swung. I missed and the clown with the white gloves cut my forehead with its riddick blade. I screamed. The clown with the black gloves sliced his hatchet into my arm leaving a huge gash. The pain excruciating. I hit the clown with the riddick blades making it collapse. It holding its ribs in pain. I swung my bat again only to get hit in the head by the backend of the handle of the hatchet. I grabbed my head my hand covered in red blood. I screamed in pain. My mom ran down the steps with her shotgun ready. She reloaded her gun. The clown laughed for it thought she did not have the guts. She shot. Smoke behind the bullet. The metal bullet now in the clowns chest. It grabbing it’s chest. Blood sputtering from its mouth. It kneeling down in surprise. She reloaded the shells hitting the floor. She shot again this time hitting the clown in the neck. It laid still. The carpet stained with blood. She shot the other clown in the head ending it’s misery. She blew the smoke from her gun. I saw my brother awake and shivering on the couch for he did not want to see that side of mother. But that’s not what he was looking at he was looking at the closet where we store all the supplies for medicine and weapons. He pointed in fear. I followed his finger. I slowly picked my knife up. I walked over to the closet. I held up my knife. I slowly opened the closet. Their was a clown waving slowly for it has just been found. It lunged at me. I dodged and it ran into the couch hitting its chest. I grabbed it by the collar of its outfit and threw it to the ground. I had enough of this Clown Purge. I got on top of it and put my bat to its neck. Slowly pressing down on it choking it more and more.

                                                                                                  7

It gagging. It grabbed at my neck trying to choke me but I was too far to reach for it’s eyes were slowly closing. I pressed harder slightly breaking its neck. Its breathing slow and almost not there. I pressed really hard and broke its neck ending its misery. I got off of it. My arms tired from putting that restraint on it. I relaxed my arms. I grabbed my knife and saw my brother relaxing on the ground with his handgun beside him. I asked him to get up and he tried but collapsed back down. His legs were still wounded. The day was almost done for The Clown Purge was almost over. I sat down next to him. If only dad were here he would’ve never let this happen. I heard loud screams and realized it was my mom. She was in the kitchen. I ran over to the kitchen. My knife ready.      

   

  

                                   The Clown Purge

I started packing up my room as my mother told me we were moving. I walked downstairs carrying my boxes. I set my boxes in our car. I closed the hatch and got in the car. I wasn’t happy where I was moving to. San Diego is not a place for me. It’s overpopulated and popular. Which means it’s known for problems. There is almost 25 crimes a day in San Diego. That’s a lot. I don’t trust overpopulated areas there's too many problems. Later did I know I was correct.

Day 1,

We finally arrived at our house in San Diego and I unpacked in my new room.  I’m doing this for my mom . I thought. We had to move here because our other job in Ohio didn’t give us a good pay and my father dying didn’t help. He got the better pay let us have a nice house but after he died my mom was struggling to keep the house. She couldn’t afford it because she was getting 30 dollars every 2 hours. I miss him so much. I remember him taking me to the pool in the backyard and he would carry me in the pool and I would think he had super strength but really it was the water making me 0 pounds. But, I miss his little lifts in the pool and his smile.  I loved him so much.

After, I was done unpacking and my mom and brother were done unpacking I went downstairs to spend time with my mom. I turned on the News. I saw on the TV that this little boy that lived in Greenville, South Carolina was playing in his backyard saw 2 clowns wandering in the woods that spotted him and asked if he wanted to come with them to their house. The little boy saw a path to a abandoned house with boarded up windows and new security systems. The little boy told his mother and the mother told the police and the police investigated the house interviewing them on TV. I turned it off. 

“ Mom, we're fine it’s in South Carolina not San Diego.” I said calming her down. 

Mom’s face was covered in horror as she knew that later on it would not just be South Carolina. 

                                                                                                1

Today, was my first day of school. I wasn’t excited. My dad would probably give me a little knuckle to my hair and say you got this. That’s all I needed right now. He made me feel like I was on top of the world without him I’m to the ground without him. 

I got on the bus for school today. I sat alone for I was nervous to make any interaction with other people right now. I started thinking about that clown sighting in South Carolina. Is it a hoax or is it real. The bus driver stopped at a stop sign. I looked outside the window for my eye caught a glimpse of a shadow. I looked out the window and I saw a tall man that had long fingers with white gloves on. He had a black hoodie and some jeans. He had a shiny bright object in his hand that looked almost like a knife but longer. He had something on his face...that was a clown mask. I started to freak out my eyes looking the other direction for it did not want to see no more. 

I looked behind the bus and the clown was running at the bus. Soon, slowing down for the bus was gone. 

I got off the bus and entered my house. 

“ How was your day William?” My mom asked,

“ It was fine.” I said quickly before running up the stairs.

I got out my computer and searched Clown Sightings. I found a lot of good stuff. I found out one of the killer clowns named Flomo Klown posted a lot of creepy stuff on his Facebook. That was pretty disturbing. Like, “ It’s going down tonight.” and “ I love kids.” Also, like “ Call us we want to play.” and “ See you at school.”  Some pretty disturbing stuff. I also, found out that they were supposedly going to attack on Halloween. That they were going to “play a little game.” All the evidence that they were going to attack on Halloween were all true and it gave me the chills. Also, I found out that some of the clowns were texting each other back in forth like Flomo Klown stating, “ I want to beat Mckee so bad Monday but they are so far away so here it is. Southlawn- Monday, Mckee-Tuesday, Bellingrath-Wednesday, Goodwyn-Thursday, Capitol Heights-Friday. Warning get ready to get y’all beat the F$#* High Schools Nxt Week IM SO READY.” 

                                                                                                  2

I woke up early because reading all the research really scared the heck out of me. I got on the bus. I sat down and relaxed because I needed to calm down. We stopped at the same stop sign where the accident happened and I looked out. I saw a little girl probably in here teens crying on the pavement. In the woods behind her I saw a shadow. I saw her look behind her and she screamed. The figure came out and it was a clown. It had a full colorful onesie colored with yellow, blue, red, and orange splattered with red blood. It’s mask looking like porcelain. The mask having a painted frown on it’s face. The red around the lips bright with color. The red around it’s eyes dark with horror. Two painted blue eyebrows on the mask down in sadness. The red traditional clown nose quiet with no sound.  

It honked its nose and hit her with it’s metal bat and she dropped to the floor. It put it’s hands under her armpits and dragged her into the woods. I froze in horror as a little girl was just dragged into the woods. I felt a surge of anxiety as the clown left leaving blood trails behind. I got more and more worried as it got closer to Halloween.

I couldn’t hold it back anymore I needed to tell my mom about these clowns. There is only 2 more days until Halloween and I needed to get my anxiety out. I got off the bus and ran inside. I searched for my mom. I found her in the kitchen. 

I told her everything about the clown sighting yesterday and the kidnapping today. I also, told her about how they might attack on Halloween.  Her face grew more and more terrified. If dad were here he would have gone to the stop sign and took care of the clowns. I wish he were here to know. 

My mom took me to a weapon shop near our school. I grabbed as many weapons as I could. We were ready for The Clown Purge. We bought a dagger, a machete, a shotgun, a handgun, and a swiss army knife. She drove home. If my dad were here we wouldn’t need weapons. He was so confident and brave. I got home and cut metal and boarded up the windows. I recharged and put new batteries in the security systems. We had to hurry tomorrow was Clown Day.  I was terrified to sleep because after sleep was death and mayhem. I put my knife next to my bed and fell asleep.

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Clown Purge Day,

I got up early so the clowns couldn’t give any surprises. I looked outside about six times because I was nervous. I started feel like this was just a prank to scare us. I sat down on my bed. I relaxed a little. About, two minutes later I heard laughter outside my window. Like, a loud cackle from a witch. But, I immediately knew what it was. I looked outside my window and saw a killer clown laughing with a microphone in it’s hands. It had a yellow jumpsuit with it’s sleeves ripped off with a red and white sleeves under the jumpsuit. It had the classic red nose horn hanging off it’s nose. It had a painted white face and black streaks climbing down it’s eyes. The yellow jumpsuit having a little white collar ripped at the ends. It having black circles around it’s eyes. It had yellow rubber gloves on it’s hands. It having a slim red tie. It had black combat boots glimmering with steel. It having a red wig and a little red and yellow hat on it’s head. It having blood splatters on it’s jumpsuit and arms. It licking it’s knife to get rid of the blood. At last it spoke. It’s voiced cracked and sarcastic.

“ We just took over the United States. This ain't President Town it’s ClownTown now. I’m just warnin ya this is the official Clown Purge.” It said laughing hysterically and dancing around.

My heart started to race. Sirens blared the streets vibrating our house. I heard a knock at our door. I knew not to answer. I ran down and blocked the door. 

“ Little Piggies! Little Piggies! Let me in!” It said hitting the door with it’s hammer. 

The door vibrated with it’s force. The door cracked leaving a crack that looked like a J. It hit the door with such powerful force that the door gave in and their was a hole left in the door. My brother ran down and carried chairs to keep it stable. The clown reached it’s hands threw the hole and unlocked the door. The door alarms went off. The sound blaring and screechy. The clown screamed and covered its ears. 

“ I’ll go by the sliding door for the backyard so they don’t get in that way!” My brother screamed trying to get heard over the door alarm. 

“ Ok!” I said,

The door alarm finally went off.

                                                                                                 4

Silence for about two seconds. I heard multiple screams from outside. I heard knifes cutting back and forth into somebody’s abdomen. Mayhem has filled the streets nothing but chaos. I saw clowns fighting each other the stronger one winning and taking down the other. I saw people fight back on clowns only to get beaten and lay lifeless on the floor. I heard laughter and saw colors I never wanted to see again. I saw clowns on top of people choking them to death. 

I couldn’t stand looking out the broken door and I looked back where my brother was just for me to find an empty room. I walked towards the kitchen and I found blood splatter on the corner of the counter and on the wall. I saw the the slider was open and I looked out and saw a clown dragging my brother is legs dragging against the jagged concrete. 

It was wearing a black, red, and white jumpsuit. It having a pouch for its knife. Its jumpsuit having its left side of the jumpsuit striped with red and black. The stripes running all the way down to its calf. Its left arm having red and black polka dots running all the way up to its shoulder. It was about 6’4 and really strong. The right side of its body was polka dotted with its victims blood running all the way down to its calf. Its right arm striped with red and black running all the way up to the shoulder. It had a wrap-around collar that was splatter with blood. It had a clown mask with black hair sticking out of the sides of its head. The mask painted white. Its eyes yellow and soulless. The eyes having black circles around it. It’s mouth painted with a sinister smile. Black paint around the mouth outlining it’s sinister smile. It having black gloves. It having black combat boots with steel tips shining brightly.

I grabbed my metal bat and ran out of the house. I ran up to the clown which I did with ease for it was walking at a turtle pace. I swung it dropped my brother and caught the bat. It held the bat by its ribs which was easy for me to jab with the bat and hit it in the ribs. It grabbed its ribs in pain. I swung my bat at its knee and it dropped to the floor. I hit it in the head splitting its head open and its blood making a river down the stream. I grabbed my brother and put his arm over my shoulder and I dragged him back to our house. Trying to be as fast as I could not wanting to get slaughtered. 

                        5

I got inside and laid my brother on the tile. His legs were torn and ripped. His pants were ripped. Blood coming from his leg. Flesh showing. His head bashed in and bleeding. Blood trickling down his head. I put my ear to his heart afraid to know if he was alive or not. Nothing. No beat no sound. Silence. I cried. If only dad were here this would’ve never happened to him.  I got up I grabbed my knife. Sweat trickling down my face. My hair in my face from sweat. I saw the clown get up from the ground. Dragging its leg. I opened the slider. It got closer. I closed the slider. I took a step on the concrete. It at the gate of the fence. I took another step. I held my knife up. It opened the gate. It walked closer. We met face to face. I took a jab at the clown. It dodged and grabbed it and it held my wrist bending it back more and more. I heard slight cracks. I set my jaw trying to stop the screams. I tightened my fist and bended forward. My wrist no longer strong. 

I took a punch at it. It to slow to dodge. 

Its teeth bleeding. Its nose broken. It stumbled a little bit surprised at its new nose job. It tried to stab me. I grabbed the knife and twisted it towards its direction. I put force on the knife piercing into its stomach. It howled in pain. I drove the knife into it more and more. Its screams becoming louder. I pulled the knife out. It’s on the floor. Blood making our grass moist and colored. I wiped the knife on its clothes getting rid of the blood. My wrist limp. I walked back inside. Closing the slider. I locked it. I went into the living room and there stood two clowns. They looked identical. There clothes matching. The only difference were their gloves and weapons. 

The clowns were strong with muscles showing through there clothes. The first clown, had a mask that was plastic with a black elastic band holding the mask up on their face. The mask had very defined cheek bones. The eyes had little cut outs showing there stormy eyes. The mask had a painted on red nose. The mouth having a smile cut out with red paint around the cut out. The top of the eyes having little black dashes indicating that they have eyelashes. Black paint surrounding the eye sockets. Its outfit red, black, and white. Its suspenders red and ripping. Its suit pants black. There white dress shirt ripped with no sleeves. The shirt had blood splatter.

                                                                                                   6

They had a skinny black tie dangling from their neck. One of the clowns had black leather fingerless gloves with spikes at the knuckles. The other clown having leather fingerless glove with spikes on the knuckles. 

The clown that wore the white gloves had sharp shiny riddick blades ready to slice into me. The riddick blades having gold handles. The blade long and curved. The blade clean and ready to get dirty. 

The other clown with black gloves had a hatchet. The hatchet was short and perfect for it. The handle was a glazed wood that was a bright brown. It’s fingers clenched on the handle. The end of the blade sharpened to it’s pleasure. 

They waved at me. I was petrified. I ran into the kitchen as they chased after me. I grabbed my bat and I swung. I missed and the clown with the white gloves cut my forehead with its riddick blade. I screamed. The clown with the black gloves sliced his hatchet into my arm leaving a huge gash. The pain excruciating. I hit the clown with the riddick blades making it collapse. It holding its ribs in pain. I swung my bat again only to get hit in the head by the backend of the handle of the hatchet. I grabbed my head my hand covered in red blood. I screamed in pain. My mom ran down the steps with her shotgun ready. She reloaded her gun. The clown laughed for it thought she did not have the guts. She shot. Smoke behind the bullet. The metal bullet now in the clowns chest. It grabbing it’s chest. Blood sputtering from its mouth. It kneeling down in surprise. She reloaded the shells hitting the floor. She shot again this time hitting the clown in the neck. It laid still. The carpet stained with blood. She shot the other clown in the head ending it’s misery. She blew the smoke from her gun. I saw my brother awake and shivering on the couch for he did not want to see that side of mother. But that’s not what he was looking at he was looking at the closet where we store all the supplies for medicine and weapons. He pointed in fear. I followed his finger. I slowly picked my knife up. I walked over to the closet. I held up my knife. I slowly opened the closet. Their was a clown waving slowly for it has just been found. It lunged at me. I dodged and it ran into the couch hitting its chest. I grabbed it by the collar of its outfit and threw it to the ground. I had enough of this Clown Purge. I got on top of it and put my bat to its neck. Slowly pressing down on it choking it more and more.

                                                                                                  7

It gagging. It grabbed at my neck trying to choke me but I was too far to reach for it’s eyes were slowly closing. I pressed harder slightly breaking its neck. Its breathing slow and almost not there. I pressed really hard and broke its neck ending its misery. I got off of it. My arms tired from putting that restraint on it. I relaxed my arms. I grabbed my knife and saw my brother relaxing on the ground with his handgun beside him. I asked him to get up and he tried but collapsed back down. His legs were still wounded. The day was almost done for The Clown Purge was almost over. I sat down next to him. If only dad were here he would’ve never let this happen. I heard loud screams and realized it was my mom. She was in the kitchen. I ran over to the kitchen. My knife ready.      

   

  

                                   The Clown Purge

I started packing up my room as my mother told me we were moving. I walked downstairs carrying my boxes. I set my boxes in our car. I closed the hatch and got in the car. I wasn’t happy where I was moving to. San Diego is not a place for me. It’s overpopulated and popular. Which means it’s known for problems. There is almost 25 crimes a day in San Diego. That’s a lot. I don’t trust overpopulated areas there's too many problems. Later did I know I was correct.

Day 1,

We finally arrived at our house in San Diego and I unpacked in my new room.  I’m doing this for my mom . I thought. We had to move here because our other job in Ohio didn’t give us a good pay and my father dying didn’t help. He got the better pay let us have a nice house but after he died my mom was struggling to keep the house. She couldn’t afford it because she was getting 30 dollars every 2 hours. I miss him so much. I remember him taking me to the pool in the backyard and he would carry me in the pool and I would think he had super strength but really it was the water making me 0 pounds. But, I miss his little lifts in the pool and his smile.  I loved him so much.

After, I was done unpacking and my mom and brother were done unpacking I went downstairs to spend time with my mom. I turned on the News. I saw on the TV that this little boy that lived in Greenville, South Carolina was playing in his backyard saw 2 clowns wandering in the woods that spotted him and asked if he wanted to come with them to their house. The little boy saw a path to a abandoned house with boarded up windows and new security systems. The little boy told his mother and the mother told the police and the police investigated the house interviewing them on TV. I turned it off. 

“ Mom, we're fine it’s in South Carolina not San Diego.” I said calming her down. 

Mom’s face was covered in horror as she knew that later on it would not just be South Carolina. 

                                                                                                1

Today, was my first day of school. I wasn’t excited. My dad would probably give me a little knuckle to my hair and say you got this. That’s all I needed right now. He made me feel like I was on top of the world without him I’m to the ground without him. 

I got on the bus for school today. I sat alone for I was nervous to make any interaction with other people right now. I started thinking about that clown sighting in South Carolina. Is it a hoax or is it real. The bus driver stopped at a stop sign. I looked outside the window for my eye caught a glimpse of a shadow. I looked out the window and I saw a tall man that had long fingers with white gloves on. He had a black hoodie and some jeans. He had a shiny bright object in his hand that looked almost like a knife but longer. He had something on his face...that was a clown mask. I started to freak out my eyes looking the other direction for it did not want to see no more. 

I looked behind the bus and the clown was running at the bus. Soon, slowing down for the bus was gone. 

I got off the bus and entered my house. 

“ How was your day William?” My mom asked,

“ It was fine.” I said quickly before running up the stairs.

I got out my computer and searched Clown Sightings. I found a lot of good stuff. I found out one of the killer clowns named Flomo Klown posted a lot of creepy stuff on his Facebook. That was pretty disturbing. Like, “ It’s going down tonight.” and “ I love kids.” Also, like “ Call us we want to play.” and “ See you at school.”  Some pretty disturbing stuff. I also, found out that they were supposedly going to attack on Halloween. That they were going to “play a little game.” All the evidence that they were going to attack on Halloween were all true and it gave me the chills. Also, I found out that some of the clowns were texting each other back in forth like Flomo Klown stating, “ I want to beat Mckee so bad Monday but they are so far away so here it is. Southlawn- Monday, Mckee-Tuesday, Bellingrath-Wednesday, Goodwyn-Thursday, Capitol Heights-Friday. Warning get ready to get y’all beat the F$#* High Schools Nxt Week IM SO READY.” 

                                                                                                  2

I woke up early because reading all the research really scared the heck out of me. I got on the bus. I sat down and relaxed because I needed to calm down. We stopped at the same stop sign where the accident happened and I looked out. I saw a little girl probably in here teens crying on the pavement. In the woods behind her I saw a shadow. I saw her look behind her and she screamed. The figure came out and it was a clown. It had a full colorful onesie colored with yellow, blue, red, and orange splattered with red blood. It’s mask looking like porcelain. The mask having a painted frown on it’s face. The red around the lips bright with color. The red around it’s eyes dark with horror. Two painted blue eyebrows on the mask down in sadness. The red traditional clown nose quiet with no sound.  

It honked its nose and hit her with it’s metal bat and she dropped to the floor. It put it’s hands under her armpits and dragged her into the woods. I froze in horror as a little girl was just dragged into the woods. I felt a surge of anxiety as the clown left leaving blood trails behind. I got more and more worried as it got closer to Halloween.

I couldn’t hold it back anymore I needed to tell my mom about these clowns. There is only 2 more days until Halloween and I needed to get my anxiety out. I got off the bus and ran inside. I searched for my mom. I found her in the kitchen. 

I told her everything about the clown sighting yesterday and the kidnapping today. I also, told her about how they might attack on Halloween.  Her face grew more and more terrified. If dad were here he would have gone to the stop sign and took care of the clowns. I wish he were here to know. 

My mom took me to a weapon shop near our school. I grabbed as many weapons as I could. We were ready for The Clown Purge. We bought a dagger, a machete, a shotgun, a handgun, and a swiss army knife. She drove home. If my dad were here we wouldn’t need weapons. He was so confident and brave. I got home and cut metal and boarded up the windows. I recharged and put new batteries in the security systems. We had to hurry tomorrow was Clown Day.  I was terrified to sleep because after sleep was death and mayhem. I put my knife next to my bed and fell asleep.

                                                                                               3

Clown Purge Day,

I got up early so the clowns couldn’t give any surprises. I looked outside about six times because I was nervous. I started feel like this was just a prank to scare us. I sat down on my bed. I relaxed a little. About, two minutes later I heard laughter outside my window. Like, a loud cackle from a witch. But, I immediately knew what it was. I looked outside my window and saw a killer clown laughing with a microphone in it’s hands. It had a yellow jumpsuit with it’s sleeves ripped off with a red and white sleeves under the jumpsuit. It had the classic red nose horn hanging off it’s nose. It had a painted white face and black streaks climbing down it’s eyes. The yellow jumpsuit having a little white collar ripped at the ends. It having black circles around it’s eyes. It had yellow rubber gloves on it’s hands. It having a slim red tie. It had black combat boots glimmering with steel. It having a red wig and a little red and yellow hat on it’s head. It having blood splatters on it’s jumpsuit and arms. It licking it’s knife to get rid of the blood. At last it spoke. It’s voiced cracked and sarcastic.

“ We just took over the United States. This ain't President Town it’s ClownTown now. I’m just warnin ya this is the official Clown Purge.” It said laughing hysterically and dancing around.

My heart started to race. Sirens blared the streets vibrating our house. I heard a knock at our door. I knew not to answer. I ran down and blocked the door. 

“ Little Piggies! Little Piggies! Let me in!” It said hitting the door with it’s hammer. 

The door vibrated with it’s force. The door cracked leaving a crack that looked like a J. It hit the door with such powerful force that the door gave in and their was a hole left in the door. My brother ran down and carried chairs to keep it stable. The clown reached it’s hands threw the hole and unlocked the door. The door alarms went off. The sound blaring and screechy. The clown screamed and covered its ears. 

“ I’ll go by the sliding door for the backyard so they don’t get in that way!” My brother screamed trying to get heard over the door alarm. 

“ Ok!” I said,

The door alarm finally went off.

                                                                                                 4

Silence for about two seconds. I heard multiple screams from outside. I heard knifes cutting back and forth into somebody’s abdomen. Mayhem has filled the streets nothing but chaos. I saw clowns fighting each other the stronger one winning and taking down the other. I saw people fight back on clowns only to get beaten and lay lifeless on the floor. I heard laughter and saw colors I never wanted to see again. I saw clowns on top of people choking them to death. 

I couldn’t stand looking out the broken door and I looked back where my brother was just for me to find an empty room. I walked towards the kitchen and I found blood splatter on the corner of the counter and on the wall. I saw the the slider was open and I looked out and saw a clown dragging my brother is legs dragging against the jagged concrete. 

It was wearing a black, red, and white jumpsuit. It having a pouch for its knife. Its jumpsuit having its left side of the jumpsuit striped with red and black. The stripes running all the way down to its calf. Its left arm having red and black polka dots running all the way up to its shoulder. It was about 6’4 and really strong. The right side of its body was polka dotted with its victims blood running all the way down to its calf. Its right arm striped with red and black running all the way up to the shoulder. It had a wrap-around collar that was splatter with blood. It had a clown mask with black hair sticking out of the sides of its head. The mask painted white. Its eyes yellow and soulless. The eyes having black circles around it. It’s mouth painted with a sinister smile. Black paint around the mouth outlining it’s sinister smile. It having black gloves. It having black combat boots with steel tips shining brightly.

I grabbed my metal bat and ran out of the house. I ran up to the clown which I did with ease for it was walking at a turtle pace. I swung it dropped my brother and caught the bat. It held the bat by its ribs which was easy for me to jab with the bat and hit it in the ribs. It grabbed its ribs in pain. I swung my bat at its knee and it dropped to the floor. I hit it in the head splitting its head open and its blood making a river down the stream. I grabbed my brother and put his arm over my shoulder and I dragged him back to our house. Trying to be as fast as I could not wanting to get slaughtered. 

                        5

I got inside and laid my brother on the tile. His legs were torn and ripped. His pants were ripped. Blood coming from his leg. Flesh showing. His head bashed in and bleeding. Blood trickling down his head. I put my ear to his heart afraid to know if he was alive or not. Nothing. No beat no sound. Silence. I cried. If only dad were here this would’ve never happened to him.  I got up I grabbed my knife. Sweat trickling down my face. My hair in my face from sweat. I saw the clown get up from the ground. Dragging its leg. I opened the slider. It got closer. I closed the slider. I took a step on the concrete. It at the gate of the fence. I took another step. I held my knife up. It opened the gate. It walked closer. We met face to face. I took a jab at the clown. It dodged and grabbed it and it held my wrist bending it back more and more. I heard slight cracks. I set my jaw trying to stop the screams. I tightened my fist and bended forward. My wrist no longer strong. 

I took a punch at it. It to slow to dodge. 

Its teeth bleeding. Its nose broken. It stumbled a little bit surprised at its new nose job. It tried to stab me. I grabbed the knife and twisted it towards its direction. I put force on the knife piercing into its stomach. It howled in pain. I drove the knife into it more and more. Its screams becoming louder. I pulled the knife out. It’s on the floor. Blood making our grass moist and colored. I wiped the knife on its clothes getting rid of the blood. My wrist limp. I walked back inside. Closing the slider. I locked it. I went into the living room and there stood two clowns. They looked identical. There clothes matching. The only difference were their gloves and weapons. 

The clowns were strong with muscles showing through there clothes. The first clown, had a mask that was plastic with a black elastic band holding the mask up on their face. The mask had very defined cheek bones. The eyes had little cut outs showing there stormy eyes. The mask had a painted on red nose. The mouth having a smile cut out with red paint around the cut out. The top of the eyes having little black dashes indicating that they have eyelashes. Black paint surrounding the eye sockets. Its outfit red, black, and white. Its suspenders red and ripping. Its suit pants black. There white dress shirt ripped with no sleeves. The shirt had blood splatter.

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They had a skinny black tie dangling from their neck. One of the clowns had black leather fingerless gloves with spikes at the knuckles. The other clown having leather fingerless glove with spikes on the knuckles. 

The clown that wore the white gloves had sharp shiny riddick blades ready to slice into me. The riddick blades having gold handles. The blade long and curved. The blade clean and ready to get dirty. 

The other clown with black gloves had a hatchet. The hatchet was short and perfect for it. The handle was a glazed wood that was a bright brown. It’s fingers clenched on the handle. The end of the blade sharpened to it’s pleasure. 

They waved at me. I was petrified. I ran into the kitchen as they chased after me. I grabbed my bat and I swung. I missed and the clown with the white gloves cut my forehead with its riddick blade. I screamed. The clown with the black gloves sliced his hatchet into my arm leaving a huge gash. The pain excruciating. I hit the clown with the riddick blades making it collapse. It holding its ribs in pain. I swung my bat again only to get hit in the head by the backend of the handle of the hatchet. I grabbed my head my hand covered in red blood. I screamed in pain. My mom ran down the steps with her shotgun ready. She reloaded her gun. The clown laughed for it thought she did not have the guts. She shot. Smoke behind the bullet. The metal bullet now in the clowns chest. It grabbing it’s chest. Blood sputtering from its mouth. It kneeling down in surprise. She reloaded the shells hitting the floor. She shot again this time hitting the clown in the neck. It laid still. The carpet stained with blood. She shot the other clown in the head ending it’s misery. She blew the smoke from her gun. I saw my brother awake and shivering on the couch for he did not want to see that side of mother. But that’s not what he was looking at he was looking at the closet where we store all the supplies for medicine and weapons. He pointed in fear. I followed his finger. I slowly picked my knife up. I walked over to the closet. I held up my knife. I slowly opened the closet. Their was a clown waving slowly for it has just been found. It lunged at me. I dodged and it ran into the couch hitting its chest. I grabbed it by the collar of its outfit and threw it to the ground. I had enough of this Clown Purge. I got on top of it and put my bat to its neck. Slowly pressing down on it choking it more and more.

                                                                                                  7

It gagging. It grabbed at my neck trying to choke me but I was too far to reach for it’s eyes were slowly closing. I pressed harder slightly breaking its neck. Its breathing slow and almost not there. I pressed really hard and broke its neck ending its misery. I got off of it. My arms tired from putting that restraint on it. I relaxed my arms. I grabbed my knife and saw my brother relaxing on the ground with his handgun beside him. I asked him to get up and he tried but collapsed back down. His legs were still wounded. The day was almost done for The Clown Purge was almost over. I sat down next to him. If only dad were here he would’ve never let this happen. I heard loud screams and realized it was my mom. She was in the kitchen. I ran over to the kitchen. My knife ready.      

   

  

                                   The Clown Purge

I started packing up my room as my mother told me we were moving. I walked downstairs carrying my boxes. I set my boxes in our car. I closed the hatch and got in the car. I wasn’t happy where I was moving to. San Diego is not a place for me. It’s overpopulated and popular. Which means it’s known for problems. There is almost 25 crimes a day in San Diego. That’s a lot. I don’t trust overpopulated areas there's too many problems. Later did I know I was correct.

Day 1,

We finally arrived at our house in San Diego and I unpacked in my new room.  I’m doing this for my mom . I thought. We had to move here because our other job in Ohio didn’t give us a good pay and my father dying didn’t help. He got the better pay let us have a nice house but after he died my mom was struggling to keep the house. She couldn’t afford it because she was getting 30 dollars every 2 hours. I miss him so much. I remember him taking me to the pool in the backyard and he would carry me in the pool and I would think he had super strength but really it was the water making me 0 pounds. But, I miss his little lifts in the pool and his smile.  I loved him so much.

After, I was done unpacking and my mom and brother were done unpacking I went downstairs to spend time with my mom. I turned on the News. I saw on the TV that this little boy that lived in Greenville, South Carolina was playing in his backyard saw 2 clowns wandering in the woods that spotted him and asked if he wanted to come with them to their house. The little boy saw a path to a abandoned house with boarded up windows and new security systems. The little boy told his mother and the mother told the police and the police investigated the house interviewing them on TV. I turned it off. 

“ Mom, we're fine it’s in South Carolina not San Diego.” I said calming her down. 

Mom’s face was covered in horror as she knew that later on it would not just be South Carolina. 

                                                                                                1

Today, was my first day of school. I wasn’t excited. My dad would probably give me a little knuckle to my hair and say you got this. That’s all I needed right now. He made me feel like I was on top of the world without him I’m to the ground without him. 

I got on the bus for school today. I sat alone for I was nervous to make any interaction with other people right now. I started thinking about that clown sighting in South Carolina. Is it a hoax or is it real. The bus driver stopped at a stop sign. I looked outside the window for my eye caught a glimpse of a shadow. I looked out the window and I saw a tall man that had long fingers with white gloves on. He had a black hoodie and some jeans. He had a shiny bright object in his hand that looked almost like a knife but longer. He had something on his face...that was a clown mask. I started to freak out my eyes looking the other direction for it did not want to see no more. 

I looked behind the bus and the clown was running at the bus. Soon, slowing down for the bus was gone. 

I got off the bus and entered my house. 

“ How was your day William?” My mom asked,

“ It was fine.” I said quickly before running up the stairs.

I got out my computer and searched Clown Sightings. I found a lot of good stuff. I found out one of the killer clowns named Flomo Klown posted a lot of creepy stuff on his Facebook. That was pretty disturbing. Like, “ It’s going down tonight.” and “ I love kids.” Also, like “ Call us we want to play.” and “ See you at school.”  Some pretty disturbing stuff. I also, found out that they were supposedly going to attack on Halloween. That they were going to “play a little game.” All the evidence that they were going to attack on Halloween were all true and it gave me the chills. Also, I found out that some of the clowns were texting each other back in forth like Flomo Klown stating, “ I want to beat Mckee so bad Monday but they are so far away so here it is. Southlawn- Monday, Mckee-Tuesday, Bellingrath-Wednesday, Goodwyn-Thursday, Capitol Heights-Friday. Warning get ready to get y’all beat the F$#* High Schools Nxt Week IM SO READY.” 

                                                                                                  2

I woke up early because reading all the research really scared the heck out of me. I got on the bus. I sat down and relaxed because I needed to calm down. We stopped at the same stop sign where the accident happened and I looked out. I saw a little girl probably in here teens crying on the pavement. In the woods behind her I saw a shadow. I saw her look behind her and she screamed. The figure came out and it was a clown. It had a full colorful onesie colored with yellow, blue, red, and orange splattered with red blood. It’s mask looking like porcelain. The mask having a painted frown on it’s face. The red around the lips bright with color. The red around it’s eyes dark with horror. Two painted blue eyebrows on the mask down in sadness. The red traditional clown nose quiet with no sound.  

It honked its nose and hit her with it’s metal bat and she dropped to the floor. It put it’s hands under her armpits and dragged her into the woods. I froze in horror as a little girl was just dragged into the woods. I felt a surge of anxiety as the clown left leaving blood trails behind. I got more and more worried as it got closer to Halloween.

I couldn’t hold it back anymore I needed to tell my mom about these clowns. There is only 2 more days until Halloween and I needed to get my anxiety out. I got off the bus and ran inside. I searched for my mom. I found her in the kitchen. 

I told her everything about the clown sighting yesterday and the kidnapping today. I also, told her about how they might attack on Halloween.  Her face grew more and more terrified. If dad were here he would have gone to the stop sign and took care of the clowns. I wish he were here to know. 

My mom took me to a weapon shop near our school. I grabbed as many weapons as I could. We were ready for The Clown Purge. We bought a dagger, a machete, a shotgun, a handgun, and a swiss army knife. She drove home. If my dad were here we wouldn’t need weapons. He was so confident and brave. I got home and cut metal and boarded up the windows. I recharged and put new batteries in the security systems. We had to hurry tomorrow was Clown Day.  I was terrified to sleep because after sleep was death and mayhem. I put my knife next to my bed and fell asleep.

                                                                                               3

Clown Purge Day,

I got up early so the clowns couldn’t give any surprises. I looked outside about six times because I was nervous. I started feel like this was just a prank to scare us. I sat down on my bed. I relaxed a little. About, two minutes later I heard laughter outside my window. Like, a loud cackle from a witch. But, I immediately knew what it was. I looked outside my window and saw a killer clown laughing with a microphone in it’s hands. It had a yellow jumpsuit with it’s sleeves ripped off with a red and white sleeves under the jumpsuit. It had the classic red nose horn hanging off it’s nose. It had a painted white face and black streaks climbing down it’s eyes. The yellow jumpsuit having a little white collar ripped at the ends. It having black circles around it’s eyes. It had yellow rubber gloves on it’s hands. It having a slim red tie. It had black combat boots glimmering with steel. It having a red wig and a little red and yellow hat on it’s head. It having blood splatters on it’s jumpsuit and arms. It licking it’s knife to get rid of the blood. At last it spoke. It’s voiced cracked and sarcastic.

“ We just took over the United States. This ain't President Town it’s ClownTown now. I’m just warnin ya this is the official Clown Purge.” It said laughing hysterically and dancing around.

My heart started to race. Sirens blared the streets vibrating our house. I heard a knock at our door. I knew not to answer. I ran down and blocked the door. 

“ Little Piggies! Little Piggies! Let me in!” It said hitting the door with it’s hammer. 

The door vibrated with it’s force. The door cracked leaving a crack that looked like a J. It hit the door with such powerful force that the door gave in and their was a hole left in the door. My brother ran down and carried chairs to keep it stable. The clown reached it’s hands threw the hole and unlocked the door. The door alarms went off. The sound blaring and screechy. The clown screamed and covered its ears. 

“ I’ll go by the sliding door for the backyard so they don’t get in that way!” My brother screamed trying to get heard over the door alarm. 

“ Ok!” I said,

The door alarm finally went off.

                                                                                                 4

Silence for about two seconds. I heard multiple screams from outside. I heard knifes cutting back and forth into somebody’s abdomen. Mayhem has filled the streets nothing but chaos. I saw clowns fighting each other the stronger one winning and taking down the other. I saw people fight back on clowns only to get beaten and lay lifeless on the floor. I heard laughter and saw colors I never wanted to see again. I saw clowns on top of people choking them to death. 

I couldn’t stand looking out the broken door and I looked back where my brother was just for me to find an empty room. I walked towards the kitchen and I found blood splatter on the corner of the counter and on the wall. I saw the the slider was open and I looked out and saw a clown dragging my brother is legs dragging against the jagged concrete. 

It was wearing a black, red, and white jumpsuit. It having a pouch for its knife. Its jumpsuit having its left side of the jumpsuit striped with red and black. The stripes running all the way down to its calf. Its left arm having red and black polka dots running all the way up to its shoulder. It was about 6’4 and really strong. The right side of its body was polka dotted with its victims blood running all the way down to its calf. Its right arm striped with red and black running all the way up to the shoulder. It had a wrap-around collar that was splatter with blood. It had a clown mask with black hair sticking out of the sides of its head. The mask painted white. Its eyes yellow and soulless. The eyes having black circles around it. It’s mouth painted with a sinister smile. Black paint around the mouth outlining it’s sinister smile. It having black gloves. It having black combat boots with steel tips shining brightly.

I grabbed my metal bat and ran out of the house. I ran up to the clown which I did with ease for it was walking at a turtle pace. I swung it dropped my brother and caught the bat. It held the bat by its ribs which was easy for me to jab with the bat and hit it in the ribs. It grabbed its ribs in pain. I swung my bat at its knee and it dropped to the floor. I hit it in the head splitting its head open and its blood making a river down the stream. I grabbed my brother and put his arm over my shoulder and I dragged him back to our house. Trying to be as fast as I could not wanting to get slaughtered. 

                        5

I got inside and laid my brother on the tile. His legs were torn and ripped. His pants were ripped. Blood coming from his leg. Flesh showing. His head bashed in and bleeding. Blood trickling down his head. I put my ear to his heart afraid to know if he was alive or not. Nothing. No beat no sound. Silence. I cried. If only dad were here this would’ve never happened to him.  I got up I grabbed my knife. Sweat trickling down my face. My hair in my face from sweat. I saw the clown get up from the ground. Dragging its leg. I opened the slider. It got closer. I closed the slider. I took a step on the concrete. It at the gate of the fence. I took another step. I held my knife up. It opened the gate. It walked closer. We met face to face. I took a jab at the clown. It dodged and grabbed it and it held my wrist bending it back more and more. I heard slight cracks. I set my jaw trying to stop the screams. I tightened my fist and bended forward. My wrist no longer strong. 

I took a punch at it. It to slow to dodge. 

Its teeth bleeding. Its nose broken. It stumbled a little bit surprised at its new nose job. It tried to stab me. I grabbed the knife and twisted it towards its direction. I put force on the knife piercing into its stomach. It howled in pain. I drove the knife into it more and more. Its screams becoming louder. I pulled the knife out. It’s on the floor. Blood making our grass moist and colored. I wiped the knife on its clothes getting rid of the blood. My wrist limp. I walked back inside. Closing the slider. I locked it. I went into the living room and there stood two clowns. They looked identical. There clothes matching. The only difference were their gloves and weapons. 

The clowns were strong with muscles showing through there clothes. The first clown, had a mask that was plastic with a black elastic band holding the mask up on their face. The mask had very defined cheek bones. The eyes had little cut outs showing there stormy eyes. The mask had a painted on red nose. The mouth having a smile cut out with red paint around the cut out. The top of the eyes having little black dashes indicating that they have eyelashes. Black paint surrounding the eye sockets. Its outfit red, black, and white. Its suspenders red and ripping. Its suit pants black. There white dress shirt ripped with no sleeves. The shirt had blood splatter.

                                                                                                   6

They had a skinny black tie dangling from their neck. One of the clowns had black leather fingerless gloves with spikes at the knuckles. The other clown having leather fingerless glove with spikes on the knuckles. 

The clown that wore the white gloves had sharp shiny riddick blades ready to slice into me. The riddick blades having gold handles. The blade long and curved. The blade clean and ready to get dirty. 

The other clown with black gloves had a hatchet. The hatchet was short and perfect for it. The handle was a glazed wood that was a bright brown. It’s fingers clenched on the handle. The end of the blade sharpened to it’s pleasure. 

They waved at me. I was petrified. I ran into the kitchen as they chased after me. I grabbed my bat and I swung. I missed and the clown with the white gloves cut my forehead with its riddick blade. I screamed. The clown with the black gloves sliced his hatchet into my arm leaving a huge gash. The pain excruciating. I hit the clown with the riddick blades making it collapse. It holding its ribs in pain. I swung my bat again only to get hit in the head by the backend of the handle of the hatchet. I grabbed my head my hand covered in red blood. I screamed in pain. My mom ran down the steps with her shotgun ready. She reloaded her gun. The clown laughed for it thought she did not have the guts. She shot. Smoke behind the bullet. The metal bullet now in the clowns chest. It grabbing it’s chest. Blood sputtering from its mouth. It kneeling down in surprise. She reloaded the shells hitting the floor. She shot again this time hitting the clown in the neck. It laid still. The carpet stained with blood. She shot the other clown in the head ending it’s misery. She blew the smoke from her gun. I saw my brother awake and shivering on the couch for he did not want to see that side of mother. But that’s not what he was looking at he was looking at the closet where we store all the supplies for medicine and weapons. He pointed in fear. I followed his finger. I slowly picked my knife up. I walked over to the closet. I held up my knife. I slowly opened the closet. Their was a clown waving slowly for it has just been found. It lunged at me. I dodged and it ran into the couch hitting its chest. I grabbed it by the collar of its outfit and threw it to the ground. I had enough of this Clown Purge. I got on top of it and put my bat to its neck. Slowly pressing down on it choking it more and more.

                                                                                                  7

It gagging. It grabbed at my neck trying to choke me but I was too far to reach for it’s eyes were slowly closing. I pressed harder slightly breaking its neck. Its breathing slow and almost not there. I pressed really hard and broke its neck ending its misery. I got off of it. My arms tired from putting that restraint on it. I relaxed my arms. I grabbed my knife and saw my brother relaxing on the ground with his handgun beside him. I asked him to get up and he tried but collapsed back down. His legs were still wounded. The day was almost done for The Clown Purge was almost over. I sat down next to him. If only dad were here he would’ve never let this happen. I heard loud screams and realized it was my mom. She was in the kitchen. I ran over to the kitchen. My knife ready.      

   

  

                                   The Clown Purge

I started packing up my room as my mother told me we were moving. I walked downstairs carrying my boxes. I set my boxes in our car. I closed the hatch and got in the car. I wasn’t happy where I was moving to. San Diego is not a place for me. It’s overpopulated and popular. Which means it’s known for problems. There is almost 25 crimes a day in San Diego. That’s a lot. I don’t trust overpopulated areas there's too many problems. Later did I know I was correct.

Day 1,

We finally arrived at our house in San Diego and I unpacked in my new room.  I’m doing this for my mom . I thought. We had to move here because our other job in Ohio didn’t give us a good pay and my father dying didn’t help. He got the better pay let us have a nice house but after he died my mom was struggling to keep the house. She couldn’t afford it because she was getting 30 dollars every 2 hours. I miss him so much. I remember him taking me to the pool in the backyard and he would carry me in the pool and I would think he had super strength but really it was the water making me 0 pounds. But, I miss his little lifts in the pool and his smile.  I loved him so much.

After, I was done unpacking and my mom and brother were done unpacking I went downstairs to spend time with my mom. I turned on the News. I saw on the TV that this little boy that lived in Greenville, South Carolina was playing in his backyard saw 2 clowns wandering in the woods that spotted him and asked if he wanted to come with them to their house. The little boy saw a path to a abandoned house with boarded up windows and new security systems. The little boy told his mother and the mother told the police and the police investigated the house interviewing them on TV. I turned it off. 

“ Mom, we're fine it’s in South Carolina not San Diego.” I said calming her down. 

Mom’s face was covered in horror as she knew that later on it would not just be South Carolina. 

                                                                                                1

Today, was my first day of school. I wasn’t excited. My dad would probably give me a little knuckle to my hair and say you got this. That’s all I needed right now. He made me feel like I was on top of the world without him I’m to the ground without him. 

I got on the bus for school today. I sat alone for I was nervous to make any interaction with other people right now. I started thinking about that clown sighting in South Carolina. Is it a hoax or is it real. The bus driver stopped at a stop sign. I looked outside the window for my eye caught a glimpse of a shadow. I looked out the window and I saw a tall man that had long fingers with white gloves on. He had a black hoodie and some jeans. He had a shiny bright object in his hand that looked almost like a knife but longer. He had something on his face...that was a clown mask. I started to freak out my eyes looking the other direction for it did not want to see no more. 

I looked behind the bus and the clown was running at the bus. Soon, slowing down for the bus was gone. 

I got off the bus and entered my house. 

“ How was your day William?” My mom asked,

“ It was fine.” I said quickly before running up the stairs.

I got out my computer and searched Clown Sightings. I found a lot of good stuff. I found out one of the killer clowns named Flomo Klown posted a lot of creepy stuff on his Facebook. That was pretty disturbing. Like, “ It’s going down tonight.” and “ I love kids.” Also, like “ Call us we want to play.” and “ See you at school.”  Some pretty disturbing stuff. I also, found out that they were supposedly going to attack on Halloween. That they were going to “play a little game.” All the evidence that they were going to attack on Halloween were all true and it gave me the chills. Also, I found out that some of the clowns were texting each other back in forth like Flomo Klown stating, “ I want to beat Mckee so bad Monday but they are so far away so here it is. Southlawn- Monday, Mckee-Tuesday, Bellingrath-Wednesday, Goodwyn-Thursday, Capitol Heights-Friday. Warning get ready to get y’all beat the F$#* High Schools Nxt Week IM SO READY.” 

                                                                                                  2

I woke up early because reading all the research really scared the heck out of me. I got on the bus. I sat down and relaxed because I needed to calm down. We stopped at the same stop sign where the accident happened and I looked out. I saw a little girl probably in here teens crying on the pavement. In the woods behind her I saw a shadow. I saw her look behind her and she screamed. The figure came out and it was a clown. It had a full colorful onesie colored with yellow, blue, red, and orange splattered with red blood. It’s mask looking like porcelain. The mask having a painted frown on it’s face. The red around the lips bright with color. The red around it’s eyes dark with horror. Two painted blue eyebrows on the mask down in sadness. The red traditional clown nose quiet with no sound.  

It honked its nose and hit her with it’s metal bat and she dropped to the floor. It put it’s hands under her armpits and dragged her into the woods. I froze in horror as a little girl was just dragged into the woods. I felt a surge of anxiety as the clown left leaving blood trails behind. I got more and more worried as it got closer to Halloween.

I couldn’t hold it back anymore I needed to tell my mom about these clowns. There is only 2 more days until Halloween and I needed to get my anxiety out. I got off the bus and ran inside. I searched for my mom. I found her in the kitchen. 

I told her everything about the clown sighting yesterday and the kidnapping today. I also, told her about how they might attack on Halloween.  Her face grew more and more terrified. If dad were here he would have gone to the stop sign and took care of the clowns. I wish he were here to know. 

My mom took me to a weapon shop near our school. I grabbed as many weapons as I could. We were ready for The Clown Purge. We bought a dagger, a machete, a shotgun, a handgun, and a swiss army knife. She drove home. If my dad were here we wouldn’t need weapons. He was so confident and brave. I got home and cut metal and boarded up the windows. I recharged and put new batteries in the security systems. We had to hurry tomorrow was Clown Day.  I was terrified to sleep because after sleep was death and mayhem. I put my knife next to my bed and fell asleep.

                                                                                               3

Clown Purge Day,

I got up early so the clowns couldn’t give any surprises. I looked outside about six times because I was nervous. I started feel like this was just a prank to scare us. I sat down on my bed. I relaxed a little. About, two minutes later I heard laughter outside my window. Like, a loud cackle from a witch. But, I immediately knew what it was. I looked outside my window and saw a killer clown laughing with a microphone in it’s hands. It had a yellow jumpsuit with it’s sleeves ripped off with a red and white sleeves under the jumpsuit. It had the classic red nose horn hanging off it’s nose. It had a painted white face and black streaks climbing down it’s eyes. The yellow jumpsuit having a little white collar ripped at the ends. It having black circles around it’s eyes. It had yellow rubber gloves on it’s hands. It having a slim red tie. It had black combat boots glimmering with steel. It having a red wig and a little red and yellow hat on it’s head. It having blood splatters on it’s jumpsuit and arms. It licking it’s knife to get rid of the blood. At last it spoke. It’s voiced cracked and sarcastic.

“ We just took over the United States. This ain't President Town it’s ClownTown now. I’m just warnin ya this is the official Clown Purge.” It said laughing hysterically and dancing around.

My heart started to race. Sirens blared the streets vibrating our house. I heard a knock at our door. I knew not to answer. I ran down and blocked the door. 

“ Little Piggies! Little Piggies! Let me in!” It said hitting the door with it’s hammer. 

The door vibrated with it’s force. The door cracked leaving a crack that looked like a J. It hit the door with such powerful force that the door gave in and their was a hole left in the door. My brother ran down and carried chairs to keep it stable. The clown reached it’s hands threw the hole and unlocked the door. The door alarms went off. The sound blaring and screechy. The clown screamed and covered its ears. 

“ I’ll go by the sliding door for the backyard so they don’t get in that way!” My brother screamed trying to get heard over the door alarm. 

“ Ok!” I said,

The door alarm finally went off.

                                                                                                 4

Silence for about two seconds. I heard multiple screams from outside. I heard knifes cutting back and forth into somebody’s abdomen. Mayhem has filled the streets nothing but chaos. I saw clowns fighting each other the stronger one winning and taking down the other. I saw people fight back on clowns only to get beaten and lay lifeless on the floor. I heard laughter and saw colors I never wanted to see again. I saw clowns on top of people choking them to death. 

I couldn’t stand looking out the broken door and I looked back where my brother was just for me to find an empty room. I walked towards the kitchen and I found blood splatter on the corner of the counter and on the wall. I saw the the slider was open and I looked out and saw a clown dragging my brother is legs dragging against the jagged concrete. 

It was wearing a black, red, and white jumpsuit. It having a pouch for its knife. Its jumpsuit having its left side of the jumpsuit striped with red and black. The stripes running all the way down to its calf. Its left arm having red and black polka dots running all the way up to its shoulder. It was about 6’4 and really strong. The right side of its body was polka dotted with its victims blood running all the way down to its calf. Its right arm striped with red and black running all the way up to the shoulder. It had a wrap-around collar that was splatter with blood. It had a clown mask with black hair sticking out of the sides of its head. The mask painted white. Its eyes yellow and soulless. The eyes having black circles around it. It’s mouth painted with a sinister smile. Black paint around the mouth outlining it’s sinister smile. It having black gloves. It having black combat boots with steel tips shining brightly.

I grabbed my metal bat and ran out of the house. I ran up to the clown which I did with ease for it was walking at a turtle pace. I swung it dropped my brother and caught the bat. It held the bat by its ribs which was easy for me to jab with the bat and hit it in the ribs. It grabbed its ribs in pain. I swung my bat at its knee and it dropped to the floor. I hit it in the head splitting its head open and its blood making a river down the stream. I grabbed my brother and put his arm over my shoulder and I dragged him back to our house. Trying to be as fast as I could not wanting to get slaughtered. 

                        5

I got inside and laid my brother on the tile. His legs were torn and ripped. His pants were ripped. Blood coming from his leg. Flesh showing. His head bashed in and bleeding. Blood trickling down his head. I put my ear to his heart afraid to know if he was alive or not. Nothing. No beat no sound. Silence. I cried. If only dad were here this would’ve never happened to him.  I got up I grabbed my knife. Sweat trickling down my face. My hair in my face from sweat. I saw the clown get up from the ground. Dragging its leg. I opened the slider. It got closer. I closed the slider. I took a step on the concrete. It at the gate of the fence. I took another step. I held my knife up. It opened the gate. It walked closer. We met face to face. I took a jab at the clown. It dodged and grabbed it and it held my wrist bending it back more and more. I heard slight cracks. I set my jaw trying to stop the screams. I tightened my fist and bended forward. My wrist no longer strong. 

I took a punch at it. It to slow to dodge. 

Its teeth bleeding. Its nose broken. It stumbled a little bit surprised at its new nose job. It tried to stab me. I grabbed the knife and twisted it towards its direction. I put force on the knife piercing into its stomach. It howled in pain. I drove the knife into it more and more. Its screams becoming louder. I pulled the knife out. It’s on the floor. Blood making our grass moist and colored. I wiped the knife on its clothes getting rid of the blood. My wrist limp. I walked back inside. Closing the slider. I locked it. I went into the living room and there stood two clowns. They looked identical. There clothes matching. The only difference were their gloves and weapons. 

The clowns were strong with muscles showing through there clothes. The first clown, had a mask that was plastic with a black elastic band holding the mask up on their face. The mask had very defined cheek bones. The eyes had little cut outs showing there stormy eyes. The mask had a painted on red nose. The mouth having a smile cut out with red paint around the cut out. The top of the eyes having little black dashes indicating that they have eyelashes. Black paint surrounding the eye sockets. Its outfit red, black, and white. Its suspenders red and ripping. Its suit pants black. There white dress shirt ripped with no sleeves. The shirt had blood splatter.

                                                                                                   6

They had a skinny black tie dangling from their neck. One of the clowns had black leather fingerless gloves with spikes at the knuckles. The other clown having leather fingerless glove with spikes on the knuckles. 

The clown that wore the white gloves had sharp shiny riddick blades ready to slice into me. The riddick blades having gold handles. The blade long and curved. The blade clean and ready to get dirty. 

The other clown with black gloves had a hatchet. The hatchet was short and perfect for it. The handle was a glazed wood that was a bright brown. It’s fingers clenched on the handle. The end of the blade sharpened to it’s pleasure. 

They waved at me. I was petrified. I ran into the kitchen as they chased after me. I grabbed my bat and I swung. I missed and the clown with the white gloves cut my forehead with its riddick blade. I screamed. The clown with the black gloves sliced his hatchet into my arm leaving a huge gash. The pain excruciating. I hit the clown with the riddick blades making it collapse. It holding its ribs in pain. I swung my bat again only to get hit in the head by the backend of the handle of the hatchet. I grabbed my head my hand covered in red blood. I screamed in pain. My mom ran down the steps with her shotgun ready. She reloaded her gun. The clown laughed for it thought she did not have the guts. She shot. Smoke behind the bullet. The metal bullet now in the clowns chest. It grabbing it’s chest. Blood sputtering from its mouth. It kneeling down in surprise. She reloaded the shells hitting the floor. She shot again this time hitting the clown in the neck. It laid still. The carpet stained with blood. She shot the other clown in the head ending it’s misery. She blew the smoke from her gun. I saw my brother awake and shivering on the couch for he did not want to see that side of mother. But that’s not what he was looking at he was looking at the closet where we store all the supplies for medicine and weapons. He pointed in fear. I followed his finger. I slowly picked my knife up. I walked over to the closet. I held up my knife. I slowly opened the closet. Their was a clown waving slowly for it has just been found. It lunged at me. I dodged and it ran into the couch hitting its chest. I grabbed it by the collar of its outfit and threw it to the ground. I had enough of this Clown Purge. I got on top of it and put my bat to its neck. Slowly pressing down on it choking it more and more.

                                                                                                  7

It gagging. It grabbed at my neck trying to choke me but I was too far to reach for it’s eyes were slowly closing. I pressed harder slightly breaking its neck. Its breathing slow and almost not there. I pressed really hard and broke its neck ending its misery. I got off of it. My arms tired from putting that restraint on it. I relaxed my arms. I grabbed my knife and saw my brother relaxing on the ground with his handgun beside him. I asked him to get up and he tried but collapsed back down. His legs were still wounded. The day was almost done for The Clown Purge was almost over. I sat down next to him. If only dad were here he would’ve never let this happen. I heard loud screams and realized it was my mom. She was in the kitchen. I ran over to the kitchen. My knife ready.      

   

  

                                   The Clown Purge

I started packing up my room as my mother told me we were moving. I walked downstairs carrying my boxes. I set my boxes in our car. I closed the hatch and got in the car. I wasn’t happy where I was moving to. San Diego is not a place for me. It’s overpopulated and popular. Which means it’s known for problems. There is almost 25 crimes a day in San Diego. That’s a lot. I don’t trust overpopulated areas there's too many problems. Later did I know I was correct.

Day 1,

We finally arrived at our house in San Diego and I unpacked in my new room.  I’m doing this for my mom . I thought. We had to move here because our other job in Ohio didn’t give us a good pay and my father dying didn’t help. He got the better pay let us have a nice house but after he died my mom was struggling to keep the house. She couldn’t afford it because she was getting 30 dollars every 2 hours. I miss him so much. I remember him taking me to the pool in the backyard and he would carry me in the pool and I would think he had super strength but really it was the water making me 0 pounds. But, I miss his little lifts in the pool and his smile.  I loved him so much.

After, I was done unpacking and my mom and brother were done unpacking I went downstairs to spend time with my mom. I turned on the News. I saw on the TV that this little boy that lived in Greenville, South Carolina was playing in his backyard saw 2 clowns wandering in the woods that spotted him and asked if he wanted to come with them to their house. The little boy saw a path to a abandoned house with boarded up windows and new security systems. The little boy told his mother and the mother told the police and the police investigated the house interviewing them on TV. I turned it off. 

“ Mom, we're fine it’s in South Carolina not San Diego.” I said calming her down. 

Mom’s face was covered in horror as she knew that later on it would not just be South Carolina. 

                                                                                                1

Today, was my first day of school. I wasn’t excited. My dad would probably give me a little knuckle to my hair and say you got this. That’s all I needed right now. He made me feel like I was on top of the world without him I’m to the ground without him. 

I got on the bus for school today. I sat alone for I was nervous to make any interaction with other people right now. I started thinking about that clown sighting in South Carolina. Is it a hoax or is it real. The bus driver stopped at a stop sign. I looked outside the window for my eye caught a glimpse of a shadow. I looked out the window and I saw a tall man that had long fingers with white gloves on. He had a black hoodie and some jeans. He had a shiny bright object in his hand that looked almost like a knife but longer. He had something on his face...that was a clown mask. I started to freak out my eyes looking the other direction for it did not want to see no more. 

I looked behind the bus and the clown was running at the bus. Soon, slowing down for the bus was gone. 

I got off the bus and entered my house. 

“ How was your day William?” My mom asked,

“ It was fine.” I said quickly before running up the stairs.

I got out my computer and searched Clown Sightings. I found a lot of good stuff. I found out one of the killer clowns named Flomo Klown posted a lot of creepy stuff on his Facebook. That was pretty disturbing. Like, “ It’s going down tonight.” and “ I love kids.” Also, like “ Call us we want to play.” and “ See you at school.”  Some pretty disturbing stuff. I also, found out that they were supposedly going to attack on Halloween. That they were going to “play a little game.” All the evidence that they were going to attack on Halloween were all true and it gave me the chills. Also, I found out that some of the clowns were texting each other back in forth like Flomo Klown stating, “ I want to beat Mckee so bad Monday but they are so far away so here it is. Southlawn- Monday, Mckee-Tuesday, Bellingrath-Wednesday, Goodwyn-Thursday, Capitol Heights-Friday. Warning get ready to get y’all beat the F$#* High Schools Nxt Week IM SO READY.” 

                                                                                                  2

I woke up early because reading all the research really scared the heck out of me. I got on the bus. I sat down and relaxed because I needed to calm down. We stopped at the same stop sign where the accident happened and I looked out. I saw a little girl probably in here teens crying on the pavement. In the woods behind her I saw a shadow. I saw her look behind her and she screamed. The figure came out and it was a clown. It had a full colorful onesie colored with yellow, blue, red, and orange splattered with red blood. It’s mask looking like porcelain. The mask having a painted frown on it’s face. The red around the lips bright with color. The red around it’s eyes dark with horror. Two painted blue eyebrows on the mask down in sadness. The red traditional clown nose quiet with no sound.  

It honked its nose and hit her with it’s metal bat and she dropped to the floor. It put it’s hands under her armpits and dragged her into the woods. I froze in horror as a little girl was just dragged into the woods. I felt a surge of anxiety as the clown left leaving blood trails behind. I got more and more worried as it got closer to Halloween.

I couldn’t hold it back anymore I needed to tell my mom about these clowns. There is only 2 more days until Halloween and I needed to get my anxiety out. I got off the bus and ran inside. I searched for my mom. I found her in the kitchen. 

I told her everything about the clown sighting yesterday and the kidnapping today. I also, told her about how they might attack on Halloween.  Her face grew more and more terrified. If dad were here he would have gone to the stop sign and took care of the clowns. I wish he were here to know. 

My mom took me to a weapon shop near our school. I grabbed as many weapons as I could. We were ready for The Clown Purge. We bought a dagger, a machete, a shotgun, a handgun, and a swiss army knife. She drove home. If my dad were here we wouldn’t need weapons. He was so confident and brave. I got home and cut metal and boarded up the windows. I recharged and put new batteries in the security systems. We had to hurry tomorrow was Clown Day.  I was terrified to sleep because after sleep was death and mayhem. I put my knife next to my bed and fell asleep.

                                                                                               3

Clown Purge Day,

I got up early so the clowns couldn’t give any surprises. I looked outside about six times because I was nervous. I started feel like this was just a prank to scare us. I sat down on my bed. I relaxed a little. About, two minutes later I heard laughter outside my window. Like, a loud cackle from a witch. But, I immediately knew what it was. I looked outside my window and saw a killer clown laughing with a microphone in it’s hands. It had a yellow jumpsuit with it’s sleeves ripped off with a red and white sleeves under the jumpsuit. It had the classic red nose horn hanging off it’s nose. It had a painted white face and black streaks climbing down it’s eyes. The yellow jumpsuit having a little white collar ripped at the ends. It having black circles around it’s eyes. It had yellow rubber gloves on it’s hands. It having a slim red tie. It had black combat boots glimmering with steel. It having a red wig and a little red and yellow hat on it’s head. It having blood splatters on it’s jumpsuit and arms. It licking it’s knife to get rid of the blood. At last it spoke. It’s voiced cracked and sarcastic.

“ We just took over the United States. This ain't President Town it’s ClownTown now. I’m just warnin ya this is the official Clown Purge.” It said laughing hysterically and dancing around.

My heart started to race. Sirens blared the streets vibrating our house. I heard a knock at our door. I knew not to answer. I ran down and blocked the door. 

“ Little Piggies! Little Piggies! Let me in!” It said hitting the door with it’s hammer. 

The door vibrated with it’s force. The door cracked leaving a crack that looked like a J. It hit the door with such powerful force that the door gave in and their was a hole left in the door. My brother ran down and carried chairs to keep it stable. The clown reached it’s hands threw the hole and unlocked the door. The door alarms went off. The sound blaring and screechy. The clown screamed and covered its ears. 

“ I’ll go by the sliding door for the backyard so they don’t get in that way!” My brother screamed trying to get heard over the door alarm. 

“ Ok!” I said,

The door alarm finally went off.

                                                                                                 4

Silence for about two seconds. I heard multiple screams from outside. I heard knifes cutting back and forth into somebody’s abdomen. Mayhem has filled the streets nothing but chaos. I saw clowns fighting each other the stronger one winning and taking down the other. I saw people fight back on clowns only to get beaten and lay lifeless on the floor. I heard laughter and saw colors I never wanted to see again. I saw clowns on top of people choking them to death. 

I couldn’t stand looking out the broken door and I looked back where my brother was just for me to find an empty room. I walked towards the kitchen and I found blood splatter on the corner of the counter and on the wall. I saw the the slider was open and I looked out and saw a clown dragging my brother is legs dragging against the jagged concrete. 

It was wearing a black, red, and white jumpsuit. It having a pouch for its knife. Its jumpsuit having its left side of the jumpsuit striped with red and black. The stripes running all the way down to its calf. Its left arm having red and black polka dots running all the way up to its shoulder. It was about 6’4 and really strong. The right side of its body was polka dotted with its victims blood running all the way down to its calf. Its right arm striped with red and black running all the way up to the shoulder. It had a wrap-around collar that was splatter with blood. It had a clown mask with black hair sticking out of the sides of its head. The mask painted white. Its eyes yellow and soulless. The eyes having black circles around it. It’s mouth painted with a sinister smile. Black paint around the mouth outlining it’s sinister smile. It having black gloves. It having black combat boots with steel tips shining brightly.

I grabbed my metal bat and ran out of the house. I ran up to the clown which I did with ease for it was walking at a turtle pace. I swung it dropped my brother and caught the bat. It held the bat by its ribs which was easy for me to jab with the bat and hit it in the ribs. It grabbed its ribs in pain. I swung my bat at its knee and it dropped to the floor. I hit it in the head splitting its head open and its blood making a river down the stream. I grabbed my brother and put his arm over my shoulder and I dragged him back to our house. Trying to be as fast as I could not wanting to get slaughtered. 

                        5

I got inside and laid my brother on the tile. His legs were torn and ripped. His pants were ripped. Blood coming from his leg. Flesh showing. His head bashed in and bleeding. Blood trickling down his head. I put my ear to his heart afraid to know if he was alive or not. Nothing. No beat no sound. Silence. I cried. If only dad were here this would’ve never happened to him.  I got up I grabbed my knife. Sweat trickling down my face. My hair in my face from sweat. I saw the clown get up from the ground. Dragging its leg. I opened the slider. It got closer. I closed the slider. I took a step on the concrete. It at the gate of the fence. I took another step. I held my knife up. It opened the gate. It walked closer. We met face to face. I took a jab at the clown. It dodged and grabbed it and it held my wrist bending it back more and more. I heard slight cracks. I set my jaw trying to stop the screams. I tightened my fist and bended forward. My wrist no longer strong. 

I took a punch at it. It to slow to dodge. 

Its teeth bleeding. Its nose broken. It stumbled a little bit surprised at its new nose job. It tried to stab me. I grabbed the knife and twisted it towards its direction. I put force on the knife piercing into its stomach. It howled in pain. I drove the knife into it more and more. Its screams becoming louder. I pulled the knife out. It’s on the floor. Blood making our grass moist and colored. I wiped the knife on its clothes getting rid of the blood. My wrist limp. I walked back inside. Closing the slider. I locked it. I went into the living room and there stood two clowns. They looked identical. There clothes matching. The only difference were their gloves and weapons. 

The clowns were strong with muscles showing through there clothes. The first clown, had a mask that was plastic with a black elastic band holding the mask up on their face. The mask had very defined cheek bones. The eyes had little cut outs showing there stormy eyes. The mask had a painted on red nose. The mouth having a smile cut out with red paint around the cut out. The top of the eyes having little black dashes indicating that they have eyelashes. Black paint surrounding the eye sockets. Its outfit red, black, and white. Its suspenders red and ripping. Its suit pants black. There white dress shirt ripped with no sleeves. The shirt had blood splatter.

                                                                                                   6

They had a skinny black tie dangling from their neck. One of the clowns had black leather fingerless gloves with spikes at the knuckles. The other clown having leather fingerless glove with spikes on the knuckles. 

The clown that wore the white gloves had sharp shiny riddick blades ready to slice into me. The riddick blades having gold handles. The blade long and curved. The blade clean and ready to get dirty. 

The other clown with black gloves had a hatchet. The hatchet was short and perfect for it. The handle was a glazed wood that was a bright brown. It’s fingers clenched on the handle. The end of the blade sharpened to it’s pleasure. 

They waved at me. I was petrified. I ran into the kitchen as they chased after me. I grabbed my bat and I swung. I missed and the clown with the white gloves cut my forehead with its riddick blade. I screamed. The clown with the black gloves sliced his hatchet into my arm leaving a huge gash. The pain excruciating. I hit the clown with the riddick blades making it collapse. It holding its ribs in pain. I swung my bat again only to get hit in the head by the backend of the handle of the hatchet. I grabbed my head my hand covered in red blood. I screamed in pain. My mom ran down the steps with her shotgun ready. She reloaded her gun. The clown laughed for it thought she did not have the guts. She shot. Smoke behind the bullet. The metal bullet now in the clowns chest. It grabbing it’s chest. Blood sputtering from its mouth. It kneeling down in surprise. She reloaded the shells hitting the floor. She shot again this time hitting the clown in the neck. It laid still. The carpet stained with blood. She shot the other clown in the head ending it’s misery. She blew the smoke from her gun. I saw my brother awake and shivering on the couch for he did not want to see that side of mother. But that’s not what he was looking at he was looking at the closet where we store all the supplies for medicine and weapons. He pointed in fear. I followed his finger. I slowly picked my knife up. I walked over to the closet. I held up my knife. I slowly opened the closet. Their was a clown waving slowly for it has just been found. It lunged at me. I dodged and it ran into the couch hitting its chest. I grabbed it by the collar of its outfit and threw it to the ground. I had enough of this Clown Purge. I got on top of it and put my bat to its neck. Slowly pressing down on it choking it more and more.

                                                                                                  7

It gagging. It grabbed at my neck trying to choke me but I was too far to reach for it’s eyes were slowly closing. I pressed harder slightly breaking its neck. Its breathing slow and almost not there. I pressed really hard and broke its neck ending its misery. I got off of it. My arms tired from putting that restraint on it. I relaxed my arms. I grabbed my knife and saw my brother relaxing on the ground with his handgun beside him. I asked him to get up and he tried but collapsed back down. His legs were still wounded. The day was almost done for The Clown Purge was almost over. I sat down next to him. If only dad were here he would’ve never let this happen. I heard loud screams and realized it was my mom. She was in the kitchen. I ran over to the kitchen. My knife ready.      

   

  

                                   The Clown Purge

I started packing up my room as my mother told me we were moving. I walked downstairs carrying my boxes. I set my boxes in our car. I closed the hatch and got in the car. I wasn’t happy where I was moving to. San Diego is not a place for me. It’s overpopulated and popular. Which means it’s known for problems. There is almost 25 crimes a day in San Diego. That’s a lot. I don’t trust overpopulated areas there's too many problems. Later did I know I was correct.

Day 1,

We finally arrived at our house in San Diego and I unpacked in my new room.  I’m doing this for my mom . I thought. We had to move here because our other job in Ohio didn’t give us a good pay and my father dying didn’t help. He got the better pay let us have a nice house but after he died my mom was struggling to keep the house. She couldn’t afford it because she was getting 30 dollars every 2 hours. I miss him so much. I remember him taking me to the pool in the backyard and he would carry me in the pool and I would think he had super strength but really it was the water making me 0 pounds. But, I miss his little lifts in the pool and his smile.  I loved him so much.

After, I was done unpacking and my mom and brother were done unpacking I went downstairs to spend time with my mom. I turned on the News. I saw on the TV that this little boy that lived in Greenville, South Carolina was playing in his backyard saw 2 clowns wandering in the woods that spotted him and asked if he wanted to come with them to their house. The little boy saw a path to a abandoned house with boarded up windows and new security systems. The little boy told his mother and the mother told the police and the police investigated the house interviewing them on TV. I turned it off. 

“ Mom, we're fine it’s in South Carolina not San Diego.” I said calming her down. 

Mom’s face was covered in horror as she knew that later on it would not just be South Carolina. 

                                                                                                1

Today, was my first day of school. I wasn’t excited. My dad would probably give me a little knuckle to my hair and say you got this. That’s all I needed right now. He made me feel like I was on top of the world without him I’m to the ground without him. 

I got on the bus for school today. I sat alone for I was nervous to make any interaction with other people right now. I started thinking about that clown sighting in South Carolina. Is it a hoax or is it real. The bus driver stopped at a stop sign. I looked outside the window for my eye caught a glimpse of a shadow. I looked out the window and I saw a tall man that had long fingers with white gloves on. He had a black hoodie and some jeans. He had a shiny bright object in his hand that looked almost like a knife but longer. He had something on his face...that was a clown mask. I started to freak out my eyes looking the other direction for it did not want to see no more. 

I looked behind the bus and the clown was running at the bus. Soon, slowing down for the bus was gone. 

I got off the bus and entered my house. 

“ How was your day William?” My mom asked,

“ It was fine.” I said quickly before running up the stairs.

I got out my computer and searched Clown Sightings. I found a lot of good stuff. I found out one of the killer clowns named Flomo Klown posted a lot of creepy stuff on his Facebook. That was pretty disturbing. Like, “ It’s going down tonight.” and “ I love kids.” Also, like “ Call us we want to play.” and “ See you at school.”  Some pretty disturbing stuff. I also, found out that they were supposedly going to attack on Halloween. That they were going to “play a little game.” All the evidence that they were going to attack on Halloween were all true and it gave me the chills. Also, I found out that some of the clowns were texting each other back in forth like Flomo Klown stating, “ I want to beat Mckee so bad Monday but they are so far away so here it is. Southlawn- Monday, Mckee-Tuesday, Bellingrath-Wednesday, Goodwyn-Thursday, Capitol Heights-Friday. Warning get ready to get y’all beat the F$#* High Schools Nxt Week IM SO READY.” 

                                                                                                  2

I woke up early because reading all the research really scared the heck out of me. I got on the bus. I sat down and relaxed because I needed to calm down. We stopped at the same stop sign where the accident happened and I looked out. I saw a little girl probably in here teens crying on the pavement. In the woods behind her I saw a shadow. I saw her look behind her and she screamed. The figure came out and it was a clown. It had a full colorful onesie colored with yellow, blue, red, and orange splattered with red blood. It’s mask looking like porcelain. The mask having a painted frown on it’s face. The red around the lips bright with color. The red around it’s eyes dark with horror. Two painted blue eyebrows on the mask down in sadness. The red traditional clown nose quiet with no sound.  

It honked its nose and hit her with it’s metal bat and she dropped to the floor. It put it’s hands under her armpits and dragged her into the woods. I froze in horror as a little girl was just dragged into the woods. I felt a surge of anxiety as the clown left leaving blood trails behind. I got more and more worried as it got closer to Halloween.

I couldn’t hold it back anymore I needed to tell my mom about these clowns. There is only 2 more days until Halloween and I needed to get my anxiety out. I got off the bus and ran inside. I searched for my mom. I found her in the kitchen. 

I told her everything about the clown sighting yesterday and the kidnapping today. I also, told her about how they might attack on Halloween.  Her face grew more and more terrified. If dad were here he would have gone to the stop sign and took care of the clowns. I wish he were here to know. 

My mom took me to a weapon shop near our school. I grabbed as many weapons as I could. We were ready for The Clown Purge. We bought a dagger, a machete, a shotgun, a handgun, and a swiss army knife. She drove home. If my dad were here we wouldn’t need weapons. He was so confident and brave. I got home and cut metal and boarded up the windows. I recharged and put new batteries in the security systems. We had to hurry tomorrow was Clown Day.  I was terrified to sleep because after sleep was death and mayhem. I put my knife next to my bed and fell asleep.

                                                                                               3

Clown Purge Day,

I got up early so the clowns couldn’t give any surprises. I looked outside about six times because I was nervous. I started feel like this was just a prank to scare us. I sat down on my bed. I relaxed a little. About, two minutes later I heard laughter outside my window. Like, a loud cackle from a witch. But, I immediately knew what it was. I looked outside my window and saw a killer clown laughing with a microphone in it’s hands. It had a yellow jumpsuit with it’s sleeves ripped off with a red and white sleeves under the jumpsuit. It had the classic red nose horn hanging off it’s nose. It had a painted white face and black streaks climbing down it’s eyes. The yellow jumpsuit having a little white collar ripped at the ends. It having black circles around it’s eyes. It had yellow rubber gloves on it’s hands. It having a slim red tie. It had black combat boots glimmering with steel. It having a red wig and a little red and yellow hat on it’s head. It having blood splatters on it’s jumpsuit and arms. It licking it’s knife to get rid of the blood. At last it spoke. It’s voiced cracked and sarcastic.

“ We just took over the United States. This ain't President Town it’s ClownTown now. I’m just warnin ya this is the official Clown Purge.” It said laughing hysterically and dancing around.

My heart started to race. Sirens blared the streets vibrating our house. I heard a knock at our door. I knew not to answer. I ran down and blocked the door. 

“ Little Piggies! Little Piggies! Let me in!” It said hitting the door with it’s hammer. 

The door vibrated with it’s force. The door cracked leaving a crack that looked like a J. It hit the door with such powerful force that the door gave in and their was a hole left in the door. My brother ran down and carried chairs to keep it stable. The clown reached it’s hands threw the hole and unlocked the door. The door alarms went off. The sound blaring and screechy. The clown screamed and covered its ears. 

“ I’ll go by the sliding door for the backyard so they don’t get in that way!” My brother screamed trying to get heard over the door alarm. 

“ Ok!” I said,

The door alarm finally went off.

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Silence for about two seconds. I heard multiple screams from outside. I heard knifes cutting back and forth into somebody’s abdomen. Mayhem has filled the streets nothing but chaos. I saw clowns fighting each other the stronger one winning and taking down the other. I saw people fight back on clowns only to get beaten and lay lifeless on the floor. I heard laughter and saw colors I never wanted to see again. I saw clowns on top of people choking them to death. 

I couldn’t stand looking out the broken door and I looked back where my brother was just for me to find an empty room. I walked towards the kitchen and I found blood splatter on the corner of the counter and on the wall. I saw the the slider was open and I looked out and saw a clown dragging my brother is legs dragging against the jagged concrete. 

It was wearing a black, red, and white jumpsuit. It having a pouch for its knife. Its jumpsuit having its left side of the jumpsuit striped with red and black. The stripes running all the way down to its calf. Its left arm having red and black polka dots running all the way up to its shoulder. It was about 6’4 and really strong. The right side of its body was polka dotted with its victims blood running all the way down to its calf. Its right arm striped with red and black running all the way up to the shoulder. It had a wrap-around collar that was splatter with blood. It had a clown mask with black hair sticking out of the sides of its head. The mask painted white. Its eyes yellow and soulless. The eyes having black circles around it. It’s mouth painted with a sinister smile. Black paint around the mouth outlining it’s sinister smile. It having black gloves. It having black combat boots with steel tips shining brightly.

I grabbed my metal bat and ran out of the house. I ran up to the clown which I did with ease for it was walking at a turtle pace. I swung it dropped my brother and caught the bat. It held the bat by its ribs which was easy for me to jab with the bat and hit it in the ribs. It grabbed its ribs in pain. I swung my bat at its knee and it dropped to the floor. I hit it in the head splitting its head open and its blood making a river down the stream. I grabbed my brother and put his arm over my shoulder and I dragged him back to our house. Trying to be as fast as I could not wanting to get slaughtered. 

                        5

I got inside and laid my brother on the tile. His legs were torn and ripped. His pants were ripped. Blood coming from his leg. Flesh showing. His head bashed in and bleeding. Blood trickling down his head. I put my ear to his heart afraid to know if he was alive or not. Nothing. No beat no sound. Silence. I cried. If only dad were here this would’ve never happened to him.  I got up I grabbed my knife. Sweat trickling down my face. My hair in my face from sweat. I saw the clown get up from the ground. Dragging its leg. I opened the slider. It got closer. I closed the slider. I took a step on the concrete. It at the gate of the fence. I took another step. I held my knife up. It opened the gate. It walked closer. We met face to face. I took a jab at the clown. It dodged and grabbed it and it held my wrist bending it back more and more. I heard slight cracks. I set my jaw trying to stop the screams. I tightened my fist and bended forward. My wrist no longer strong. 

I took a punch at it. It to slow to dodge. 

Its teeth bleeding. Its nose broken. It stumbled a little bit surprised at its new nose job. It tried to stab me. I grabbed the knife and twisted it towards its direction. I put force on the knife piercing into its stomach. It howled in pain. I drove the knife into it more and more. Its screams becoming louder. I pulled the knife out. It’s on the floor. Blood making our grass moist and colored. I wiped the knife on its clothes getting rid of the blood. My wrist limp. I walked back inside. Closing the slider. I locked it. I went into the living room and there stood two clowns. They looked identical. There clothes matching. The only difference were their gloves and weapons. 

The clowns were strong with muscles showing through there clothes. The first clown, had a mask that was plastic with a black elastic band holding the mask up on their face. The mask had very defined cheek bones. The eyes had little cut outs showing there stormy eyes. The mask had a painted on red nose. The mouth having a smile cut out with red paint around the cut out. The top of the eyes having little black dashes indicating that they have eyelashes. Black paint surrounding the eye sockets. Its outfit red, black, and white. Its suspenders red and ripping. Its suit pants black. There white dress shirt ripped with no sleeves. The shirt had blood splatter.

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They had a skinny black tie dangling from their neck. One of the clowns had black leather fingerless gloves with spikes at the knuckles. The other clown having leather fingerless glove with spikes on the knuckles. 

The clown that wore the white gloves had sharp shiny riddick blades ready to slice into me. The riddick blades having gold handles. The blade long and curved. The blade clean and ready to get dirty. 

The other clown with black gloves had a hatchet. The hatchet was short and perfect for it. The handle was a glazed wood that was a bright brown. It’s fingers clenched on the handle. The end of the blade sharpened to it’s pleasure. 

They waved at me. I was petrified. I ran into the kitchen as they chased after me. I grabbed my bat and I swung. I missed and the clown with the white gloves cut my forehead with its riddick blade. I screamed. The clown with the black gloves sliced his hatchet into my arm leaving a huge gash. The pain excruciating. I hit the clown with the riddick blades making it collapse. It holding its ribs in pain. I swung my bat again only to get hit in the head by the backend of the handle of the hatchet. I grabbed my head my hand covered in red blood. I screamed in pain. My mom ran down the steps with her shotgun ready. She reloaded her gun. The clown laughed for it thought she did not have the guts. She shot. Smoke behind the bullet. The metal bullet now in the clowns chest. It grabbing it’s chest. Blood sputtering from its mouth. It kneeling down in surprise. She reloaded the shells hitting the floor. She shot again this time hitting the clown in the neck. It laid still. The carpet stained with blood. She shot the other clown in the head ending it’s misery. She blew the smoke from her gun. I saw my brother awake and shivering on the couch for he did not want to see that side of mother. But that’s not what he was looking at he was looking at the closet where we store all the supplies for medicine and weapons. He pointed in fear. I followed his finger. I slowly picked my knife up. I walked over to the closet. I held up my knife. I slowly opened the closet. Their was a clown waving slowly for it has just been found. It lunged at me. I dodged and it ran into the couch hitting its chest. I grabbed it by the collar of its outfit and threw it to the ground. I had enough of this Clown Purge. I got on top of it and put my bat to its neck. Slowly pressing down on it choking it more and more.

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It gagging. It grabbed at my neck trying to choke me but I was too far to reach for it’s eyes were slowly closing. I pressed harder slightly breaking its neck. Its breathing slow and almost not there. I pressed really hard and broke its neck ending its misery. I got off of it. My arms tired from putting that restraint on it. I relaxed my arms. I grabbed my knife and saw my brother relaxing on the ground with his handgun beside him. I asked him to get up and he tried but collapsed back down. His legs were still wounded. The day was almost done for The Clown Purge was almost over. I sat down next to him. If only dad were here he would’ve never let this happen. I heard loud screams and realized it was my mom. She was in the kitchen. I ran over to the kitchen. My knife ready.      

   

  

                                   The Clown Purge

I started packing up my room as my mother told me we were moving. I walked downstairs carrying my boxes. I set my boxes in our car. I closed the hatch and got in the car. I wasn’t happy where I was moving to. San Diego is not a place for me. It’s overpopulated and popular. Which means it’s known for problems. There is almost 25 crimes a day in San Diego. That’s a lot. I don’t trust overpopulated areas there's too many problems. Later did I know I was correct.

Day 1,

We finally arrived at our house in San Diego and I unpacked in my new room.  I’m doing this for my mom . I thought. We had to move here because our other job in Ohio didn’t give us a good pay and my father dying didn’t help. He got the better pay let us have a nice house but after he died my mom was struggling to keep the house. She couldn’t afford it because she was getting 30 dollars every 2 hours. I miss him so much. I remember him taking me to the pool in the backyard and he would carry me in the pool and I would think he had super strength but really it was the water making me 0 pounds. But, I miss his little lifts in the pool and his smile.  I loved him so much.

After, I was done unpacking and my mom and brother were done unpacking I went downstairs to spend time with my mom. I turned on the News. I saw on the TV that this little boy that lived in Greenville, South Carolina was playing in his backyard saw 2 clowns wandering in the woods that spotted him and asked if he wanted to come with them to their house. The little boy saw a path to a abandoned house with boarded up windows and new security systems. The little boy told his mother and the mother told the police and the police investigated the house interviewing them on TV. I turned it off. 

“ Mom, we're fine it’s in South Carolina not San Diego.” I said calming her down. 

Mom’s face was covered in horror as she knew that later on it would not just be South Carolina. 

                                                                                                1

Today, was my first day of school. I wasn’t excited. My dad would probably give me a little knuckle to my hair and say you got this. That’s all I needed right now. He made me feel like I was on top of the world without him I’m to the ground without him. 

I got on the bus for school today. I sat alone for I was nervous to make any interaction with other people right now. I started thinking about that clown sighting in South Carolina. Is it a hoax or is it real. The bus driver stopped at a stop sign. I looked outside the window for my eye caught a glimpse of a shadow. I looked out the window and I saw a tall man that had long fingers with white gloves on. He had a black hoodie and some jeans. He had a shiny bright object in his hand that looked almost like a knife but longer. He had something on his face...that was a clown mask. I started to freak out my eyes looking the other direction for it did not want to see no more. 

I looked behind the bus and the clown was running at the bus. Soon, slowing down for the bus was gone. 

I got off the bus and entered my house. 

“ How was your day William?” My mom asked,

“ It was fine.” I said quickly before running up the stairs.

I got out my computer and searched Clown Sightings. I found a lot of good stuff. I found out one of the killer clowns named Flomo Klown posted a lot of creepy stuff on his Facebook. That was pretty disturbing. Like, “ It’s going down tonight.” and “ I love kids.” Also, like “ Call us we want to play.” and “ See you at school.”  Some pretty disturbing stuff. I also, found out that they were supposedly going to attack on Halloween. That they were going to “play a little game.” All the evidence that they were going to attack on Halloween were all true and it gave me the chills. Also, I found out that some of the clowns were texting each other back in forth like Flomo Klown stating, “ I want to beat Mckee so bad Monday but they are so far away so here it is. Southlawn- Monday, Mckee-Tuesday, Bellingrath-Wednesday, Goodwyn-Thursday, Capitol Heights-Friday. Warning get ready to get y’all beat the F$#* High Schools Nxt Week IM SO READY.” 

                                                                                                  2

I woke up early because reading all the research really scared the heck out of me. I got on the bus. I sat down and relaxed because I needed to calm down. We stopped at the same stop sign where the accident happened and I looked out. I saw a little girl probably in here teens crying on the pavement. In the woods behind her I saw a shadow. I saw her look behind her and she screamed. The figure came out and it was a clown. It had a full colorful onesie colored with yellow, blue, red, and orange splattered with red blood. It’s mask looking like porcelain. The mask having a painted frown on it’s face. The red around the lips bright with color. The red around it’s eyes dark with horror. Two painted blue eyebrows on the mask down in sadness. The red traditional clown nose quiet with no sound.  

It honked its nose and hit her with it’s metal bat and she dropped to the floor. It put it’s hands under her armpits and dragged her into the woods. I froze in horror as a little girl was just dragged into the woods. I felt a surge of anxiety as the clown left leaving blood trails behind. I got more and more worried as it got closer to Halloween.

I couldn’t hold it back anymore I needed to tell my mom about these clowns. There is only 2 more days until Halloween and I needed to get my anxiety out. I got off the bus and ran inside. I searched for my mom. I found her in the kitchen. 

I told her everything about the clown sighting yesterday and the kidnapping today. I also, told her about how they might attack on Halloween.  Her face grew more and more terrified. If dad were here he would have gone to the stop sign and took care of the clowns. I wish he were here to know. 

My mom took me to a weapon shop near our school. I grabbed as many weapons as I could. We were ready for The Clown Purge. We bought a dagger, a machete, a shotgun, a handgun, and a swiss army knife. She drove home. If my dad were here we wouldn’t need weapons. He was so confident and brave. I got home and cut metal and boarded up the windows. I recharged and put new batteries in the security systems. We had to hurry tomorrow was Clown Day.  I was terrified to sleep because after sleep was death and mayhem. I put my knife next to my bed and fell asleep.

                                                                                               3

Clown Purge Day,

I got up early so the clowns couldn’t give any surprises. I looked outside about six times because I was nervous. I started feel like this was just a prank to scare us. I sat down on my bed. I relaxed a little. About, two minutes later I heard laughter outside my window. Like, a loud cackle from a witch. But, I immediately knew what it was. I looked outside my window and saw a killer clown laughing with a microphone in it’s hands. It had a yellow jumpsuit with it’s sleeves ripped off with a red and white sleeves under the jumpsuit. It had the classic red nose horn hanging off it’s nose. It had a painted white face and black streaks climbing down it’s eyes. The yellow jumpsuit having a little white collar ripped at the ends. It having black circles around it’s eyes. It had yellow rubber gloves on it’s hands. It having a slim red tie. It had black combat boots glimmering with steel. It having a red wig and a little red and yellow hat on it’s head. It having blood splatters on it’s jumpsuit and arms. It licking it’s knife to get rid of the blood. At last it spoke. It’s voiced cracked and sarcastic.

“ We just took over the United States. This ain't President Town it’s ClownTown now. I’m just warnin ya this is the official Clown Purge.” It said laughing hysterically and dancing around.

My heart started to race. Sirens blared the streets vibrating our house. I heard a knock at our door. I knew not to answer. I ran down and blocked the door. 

“ Little Piggies! Little Piggies! Let me in!” It said hitting the door with it’s hammer. 

The door vibrated with it’s force. The door cracked leaving a crack that looked like a J. It hit the door with such powerful force that the door gave in and their was a hole left in the door. My brother ran down and carried chairs to keep it stable. The clown reached it’s hands threw the hole and unlocked the door. The door alarms went off. The sound blaring and screechy. The clown screamed and covered its ears. 

“ I’ll go by the sliding door for the backyard so they don’t get in that way!” My brother screamed trying to get heard over the door alarm. 

“ Ok!” I said,

The door alarm finally went off.

                                                                                                 4

Silence for about two seconds. I heard multiple screams from outside. I heard knifes cutting back and forth into somebody’s abdomen. Mayhem has filled the streets nothing but chaos. I saw clowns fighting each other the stronger one winning and taking down the other. I saw people fight back on clowns only to get beaten and lay lifeless on the floor. I heard laughter and saw colors I never wanted to see again. I saw clowns on top of people choking them to death. 

I couldn’t stand looking out the broken door and I looked back where my brother was just for me to find an empty room. I walked towards the kitchen and I found blood splatter on the corner of the counter and on the wall. I saw the the slider was open and I looked out and saw a clown dragging my brother is legs dragging against the jagged concrete. 

It was wearing a black, red, and white jumpsuit. It having a pouch for its knife. Its jumpsuit having its left side of the jumpsuit striped with red and black. The stripes running all the way down to its calf. Its left arm having red and black polka dots running all the way up to its shoulder. It was about 6’4 and really strong. The right side of its body was polka dotted with its victims blood running all the way down to its calf. Its right arm striped with red and black running all the way up to the shoulder. It had a wrap-around collar that was splatter with blood. It had a clown mask with black hair sticking out of the sides of its head. The mask painted white. Its eyes yellow and soulless. The eyes having black circles around it. It’s mouth painted with a sinister smile. Black paint around the mouth outlining it’s sinister smile. It having black gloves. It having black combat boots with steel tips shining brightly.

I grabbed my metal bat and ran out of the house. I ran up to the clown which I did with ease for it was walking at a turtle pace. I swung it dropped my brother and caught the bat. It held the bat by its ribs which was easy for me to jab with the bat and hit it in the ribs. It grabbed its ribs in pain. I swung my bat at its knee and it dropped to the floor. I hit it in the head splitting its head open and its blood making a river down the stream. I grabbed my brother and put his arm over my shoulder and I dragged him back to our house. Trying to be as fast as I could not wanting to get slaughtered. 

                        5

I got inside and laid my brother on the tile. His legs were torn and ripped. His pants were ripped. Blood coming from his leg. Flesh showing. His head bashed in and bleeding. Blood trickling down his head. I put my ear to his heart afraid to know if he was alive or not. Nothing. No beat no sound. Silence. I cried. If only dad were here this would’ve never happened to him.  I got up I grabbed my knife. Sweat trickling down my face. My hair in my face from sweat. I saw the clown get up from the ground. Dragging its leg. I opened the slider. It got closer. I closed the slider. I took a step on the concrete. It at the gate of the fence. I took another step. I held my knife up. It opened the gate. It walked closer. We met face to face. I took a jab at the clown. It dodged and grabbed it and it held my wrist bending it back more and more. I heard slight cracks. I set my jaw trying to stop the screams. I tightened my fist and bended forward. My wrist no longer strong. 

I took a punch at it. It to slow to dodge. 

Its teeth bleeding. Its nose broken. It stumbled a little bit surprised at its new nose job. It tried to stab me. I grabbed the knife and twisted it towards its direction. I put force on the knife piercing into its stomach. It howled in pain. I drove the knife into it more and more. Its screams becoming louder. I pulled the knife out. It’s on the floor. Blood making our grass moist and colored. I wiped the knife on its clothes getting rid of the blood. My wrist limp. I walked back inside. Closing the slider. I locked it. I went into the living room and there stood two clowns. They looked identical. There clothes matching. The only difference were their gloves and weapons. 

The clowns were strong with muscles showing through there clothes. The first clown, had a mask that was plastic with a black elastic band holding the mask up on their face. The mask had very defined cheek bones. The eyes had little cut outs showing there stormy eyes. The mask had a painted on red nose. The mouth having a smile cut out with red paint around the cut out. The top of the eyes having little black dashes indicating that they have eyelashes. Black paint surrounding the eye sockets. Its outfit red, black, and white. Its suspenders red and ripping. Its suit pants black. There white dress shirt ripped with no sleeves. The shirt had blood splatter.

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They had a skinny black tie dangling from their neck. One of the clowns had black leather fingerless gloves with spikes at the knuckles. The other clown having leather fingerless glove with spikes on the knuckles. 

The clown that wore the white gloves had sharp shiny riddick blades ready to slice into me. The riddick blades having gold handles. The blade long and curved. The blade clean and ready to get dirty. 

The other clown with black gloves had a hatchet. The hatchet was short and perfect for it. The handle was a glazed wood that was a bright brown. It’s fingers clenched on the handle. The end of the blade sharpened to it’s pleasure. 

They waved at me. I was petrified. I ran into the kitchen as they chased after me. I grabbed my bat and I swung. I missed and the clown with the white gloves cut my forehead with its riddick blade. I screamed. The clown with the black gloves sliced his hatchet into my arm leaving a huge gash. The pain excruciating. I hit the clown with the riddick blades making it collapse. It holding its ribs in pain. I swung my bat again only to get hit in the head by the backend of the handle of the hatchet. I grabbed my head my hand covered in red blood. I screamed in pain. My mom ran down the steps with her shotgun ready. She reloaded her gun. The clown laughed for it thought she did not have the guts. She shot. Smoke behind the bullet. The metal bullet now in the clowns chest. It grabbing it’s chest. Blood sputtering from its mouth. It kneeling down in surprise. She reloaded the shells hitting the floor. She shot again this time hitting the clown in the neck. It laid still. The carpet stained with blood. She shot the other clown in the head ending it’s misery. She blew the smoke from her gun. I saw my brother awake and shivering on the couch for he did not want to see that side of mother. But that’s not what he was looking at he was looking at the closet where we store all the supplies for medicine and weapons. He pointed in fear. I followed his finger. I slowly picked my knife up. I walked over to the closet. I held up my knife. I slowly opened the closet. Their was a clown waving slowly for it has just been found. It lunged at me. I dodged and it ran into the couch hitting its chest. I grabbed it by the collar of its outfit and threw it to the ground. I had enough of this Clown Purge. I got on top of it and put my bat to its neck. Slowly pressing down on it choking it more and more.

                                                                                                  7

It gagging. It grabbed at my neck trying to choke me but I was too far to reach for it’s eyes were slowly closing. I pressed harder slightly breaking its neck. Its breathing slow and almost not there. I pressed really hard and broke its neck ending its misery. I got off of it. My arms tired from putting that restraint on it. I relaxed my arms. I grabbed my knife and saw my brother relaxing on the ground with his handgun beside him. I asked him to get up and he tried but collapsed back down. His legs were still wounded. The day was almost done for The Clown Purge was almost over. I sat down next to him. If only dad were here he would’ve never let this happen. I heard loud screams and realized it was my mom. She was in the kitchen. I ran over to the kitchen. My knife ready.      

   

  

                                   The Clown Purge

I started packing up my room as my mother told me we were moving. I walked downstairs carrying my boxes. I set my boxes in our car. I closed the hatch and got in the car. I wasn’t happy where I was moving to. San Diego is not a place for me. It’s overpopulated and popular. Which means it’s known for problems. There is almost 25 crimes a day in San Diego. That’s a lot. I don’t trust overpopulated areas there's too many problems. Later did I know I was correct.

Day 1,

We finally arrived at our house in San Diego and I unpacked in my new room.  I’m doing this for my mom . I thought. We had to move here because our other job in Ohio didn’t give us a good pay and my father dying didn’t help. He got the better pay let us have a nice house but after he died my mom was struggling to keep the house. She couldn’t afford it because she was getting 30 dollars every 2 hours. I miss him so much. I remember him taking me to the pool in the backyard and he would carry me in the pool and I would think he had super strength but really it was the water making me 0 pounds. But, I miss his little lifts in the pool and his smile.  I loved him so much.

After, I was done unpacking and my mom and brother were done unpacking I went downstairs to spend time with my mom. I turned on the News. I saw on the TV that this little boy that lived in Greenville, South Carolina was playing in his backyard saw 2 clowns wandering in the woods that spotted him and asked if he wanted to come with them to their house. The little boy saw a path to a abandoned house with boarded up windows and new security systems. The little boy told his mother and the mother told the police and the police investigated the house interviewing them on TV. I turned it off. 

“ Mom, we're fine it’s in South Carolina not San Diego.” I said calming her down. 

Mom’s face was covered in horror as she knew that later on it would not just be South Carolina. 

                                                                                                1

Today, was my first day of school. I wasn’t excited. My dad would probably give me a little knuckle to my hair and say you got this. That’s all I needed right now. He made me feel like I was on top of the world without him I’m to the ground without him. 

I got on the bus for school today. I sat alone for I was nervous to make any interaction with other people right now. I started thinking about that clown sighting in South Carolina. Is it a hoax or is it real. The bus driver stopped at a stop sign. I looked outside the window for my eye caught a glimpse of a shadow. I looked out the window and I saw a tall man that had long fingers with white gloves on. He had a black hoodie and some jeans. He had a shiny bright object in his hand that looked almost like a knife but longer. He had something on his face...that was a clown mask. I started to freak out my eyes looking the other direction for it did not want to see no more. 

I looked behind the bus and the clown was running at the bus. Soon, slowing down for the bus was gone. 

I got off the bus and entered my house. 

“ How was your day William?” My mom asked,

“ It was fine.” I said quickly before running up the stairs.

I got out my computer and searched Clown Sightings. I found a lot of good stuff. I found out one of the killer clowns named Flomo Klown posted a lot of creepy stuff on his Facebook. That was pretty disturbing. Like, “ It’s going down tonight.” and “ I love kids.” Also, like “ Call us we want to play.” and “ See you at school.”  Some pretty disturbing stuff. I also, found out that they were supposedly going to attack on Halloween. That they were going to “play a little game.” All the evidence that they were going to attack on Halloween were all true and it gave me the chills. Also, I found out that some of the clowns were texting each other back in forth like Flomo Klown stating, “ I want to beat Mckee so bad Monday but they are so far away so here it is. Southlawn- Monday, Mckee-Tuesday, Bellingrath-Wednesday, Goodwyn-Thursday, Capitol Heights-Friday. Warning get ready to get y’all beat the F$#* High Schools Nxt Week IM SO READY.” 

                                                                                                  2

I woke up early because reading all the research really scared the heck out of me. I got on the bus. I sat down and relaxed because I needed to calm down. We stopped at the same stop sign where the accident happened and I looked out. I saw a little girl probably in here teens crying on the pavement. In the woods behind her I saw a shadow. I saw her look behind her and she screamed. The figure came out and it was a clown. It had a full colorful onesie colored with yellow, blue, red, and orange splattered with red blood. It’s mask looking like porcelain. The mask having a painted frown on it’s face. The red around the lips bright with color. The red around it’s eyes dark with horror. Two painted blue eyebrows on the mask down in sadness. The red traditional clown nose quiet with no sound.  

It honked its nose and hit her with it’s metal bat and she dropped to the floor. It put it’s hands under her armpits and dragged her into the woods. I froze in horror as a little girl was just dragged into the woods. I felt a surge of anxiety as the clown left leaving blood trails behind. I got more and more worried as it got closer to Halloween.

I couldn’t hold it back anymore I needed to tell my mom about these clowns. There is only 2 more days until Halloween and I needed to get my anxiety out. I got off the bus and ran inside. I searched for my mom. I found her in the kitchen. 

I told her everything about the clown sighting yesterday and the kidnapping today. I also, told her about how they might attack on Halloween.  Her face grew more and more terrified. If dad were here he would have gone to the stop sign and took care of the clowns. I wish he were here to know. 

My mom took me to a weapon shop near our school. I grabbed as many weapons as I could. We were ready for The Clown Purge. We bought a dagger, a machete, a shotgun, a handgun, and a swiss army knife. She drove home. If my dad were here we wouldn’t need weapons. He was so confident and brave. I got home and cut metal and boarded up the windows. I recharged and put new batteries in the security systems. We had to hurry tomorrow was Clown Day.  I was terrified to sleep because after sleep was death and mayhem. I put my knife next to my bed and fell asleep.

                                                                                               3

Clown Purge Day,

I got up early so the clowns couldn’t give any surprises. I looked outside about six times because I was nervous. I started feel like this was just a prank to scare us. I sat down on my bed. I relaxed a little. About, two minutes later I heard laughter outside my window. Like, a loud cackle from a witch. But, I immediately knew what it was. I looked outside my window and saw a killer clown laughing with a microphone in it’s hands. It had a yellow jumpsuit with it’s sleeves ripped off with a red and white sleeves under the jumpsuit. It had the classic red nose horn hanging off it’s nose. It had a painted white face and black streaks climbing down it’s eyes. The yellow jumpsuit having a little white collar ripped at the ends. It having black circles around it’s eyes. It had yellow rubber gloves on it’s hands. It having a slim red tie. It had black combat boots glimmering with steel. It having a red wig and a little red and yellow hat on it’s head. It having blood splatters on it’s jumpsuit and arms. It licking it’s knife to get rid of the blood. At last it spoke. It’s voiced cracked and sarcastic.

“ We just took over the United States. This ain't President Town it’s ClownTown now. I’m just warnin ya this is the official Clown Purge.” It said laughing hysterically and dancing around.

My heart started to race. Sirens blared the streets vibrating our house. I heard a knock at our door. I knew not to answer. I ran down and blocked the door. 

“ Little Piggies! Little Piggies! Let me in!” It said hitting the door with it’s hammer. 

The door vibrated with it’s force. The door cracked leaving a crack that looked like a J. It hit the door with such powerful force that the door gave in and their was a hole left in the door. My brother ran down and carried chairs to keep it stable. The clown reached it’s hands threw the hole and unlocked the door. The door alarms went off. The sound blaring and screechy. The clown screamed and covered its ears. 

“ I’ll go by the sliding door for the backyard so they don’t get in that way!” My brother screamed trying to get heard over the door alarm. 

“ Ok!” I said,

The door alarm finally went off.

                                                                                                 4

Silence for about two seconds. I heard multiple screams from outside. I heard knifes cutting back and forth into somebody’s abdomen. Mayhem has filled the streets nothing but chaos. I saw clowns fighting each other the stronger one winning and taking down the other. I saw people fight back on clowns only to get beaten and lay lifeless on the floor. I heard laughter and saw colors I never wanted to see again. I saw clowns on top of people choking them to death. 

I couldn’t stand looking out the broken door and I looked back where my brother was just for me to find an empty room. I walked towards the kitchen and I found blood splatter on the corner of the counter and on the wall. I saw the the slider was open and I looked out and saw a clown dragging my brother is legs dragging against the jagged concrete. 

It was wearing a black, red, and white jumpsuit. It having a pouch for its knife. Its jumpsuit having its left side of the jumpsuit striped with red and black. The stripes running all the way down to its calf. Its left arm having red and black polka dots running all the way up to its shoulder. It was about 6’4 and really strong. The right side of its body was polka dotted with its victims blood running all the way down to its calf. Its right arm striped with red and black running all the way up to the shoulder. It had a wrap-around collar that was splatter with blood. It had a clown mask with black hair sticking out of the sides of its head. The mask painted white. Its eyes yellow and soulless. The eyes having black circles around it. It’s mouth painted with a sinister smile. Black paint around the mouth outlining it’s sinister smile. It having black gloves. It having black combat boots with steel tips shining brightly.

I grabbed my metal bat and ran out of the house. I ran up to the clown which I did with ease for it was walking at a turtle pace. I swung it dropped my brother and caught the bat. It held the bat by its ribs which was easy for me to jab with the bat and hit it in the ribs. It grabbed its ribs in pain. I swung my bat at its knee and it dropped to the floor. I hit it in the head splitting its head open and its blood making a river down the stream. I grabbed my brother and put his arm over my shoulder and I dragged him back to our house. Trying to be as fast as I could not wanting to get slaughtered. 

                        5

I got inside and laid my brother on the tile. His legs were torn and ripped. His pants were ripped. Blood coming from his leg. Flesh showing. His head bashed in and bleeding. Blood trickling down his head. I put my ear to his heart afraid to know if he was alive or not. Nothing. No beat no sound. Silence. I cried. If only dad were here this would’ve never happened to him.  I got up I grabbed my knife. Sweat trickling down my face. My hair in my face from sweat. I saw the clown get up from the ground. Dragging its leg. I opened the slider. It got closer. I closed the slider. I took a step on the concrete. It at the gate of the fence. I took another step. I held my knife up. It opened the gate. It walked closer. We met face to face. I took a jab at the clown. It dodged and grabbed it and it held my wrist bending it back more and more. I heard slight cracks. I set my jaw trying to stop the screams. I tightened my fist and bended forward. My wrist no longer strong. 

I took a punch at it. It to slow to dodge. 

Its teeth bleeding. Its nose broken. It stumbled a little bit surprised at its new nose job. It tried to stab me. I grabbed the knife and twisted it towards its direction. I put force on the knife piercing into its stomach. It howled in pain. I drove the knife into it more and more. Its screams becoming louder. I pulled the knife out. It’s on the floor. Blood making our grass moist and colored. I wiped the knife on its clothes getting rid of the blood. My wrist limp. I walked back inside. Closing the slider. I locked it. I went into the living room and there stood two clowns. They looked identical. There clothes matching. The only difference were their gloves and weapons. 

The clowns were strong with muscles showing through there clothes. The first clown, had a mask that was plastic with a black elastic band holding the mask up on their face. The mask had very defined cheek bones. The eyes had little cut outs showing there stormy eyes. The mask had a painted on red nose. The mouth having a smile cut out with red paint around the cut out. The top of the eyes having little black dashes indicating that they have eyelashes. Black paint surrounding the eye sockets. Its outfit red, black, and white. Its suspenders red and ripping. Its suit pants black. There white dress shirt ripped with no sleeves. The shirt had blood splatter.

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They had a skinny black tie dangling from their neck. One of the clowns had black leather fingerless gloves with spikes at the knuckles. The other clown having leather fingerless glove with spikes on the knuckles. 

The clown that wore the white gloves had sharp shiny riddick blades ready to slice into me. The riddick blades having gold handles. The blade long and curved. The blade clean and ready to get dirty. 

The other clown with black gloves had a hatchet. The hatchet was short and perfect for it. The handle was a glazed wood that was a bright brown. It’s fingers clenched on the handle. The end of the blade sharpened to it’s pleasure. 

They waved at me. I was petrified. I ran into the kitchen as they chased after me. I grabbed my bat and I swung. I missed and the clown with the white gloves cut my forehead with its riddick blade. I screamed. The clown with the black gloves sliced his hatchet into my arm leaving a huge gash. The pain excruciating. I hit the clown with the riddick blades making it collapse. It holding its ribs in pain. I swung my bat again only to get hit in the head by the backend of the handle of the hatchet. I grabbed my head my hand covered in red blood. I screamed in pain. My mom ran down the steps with her shotgun ready. She reloaded her gun. The clown laughed for it thought she did not have the guts. She shot. Smoke behind the bullet. The metal bullet now in the clowns chest. It grabbing it’s chest. Blood sputtering from its mouth. It kneeling down in surprise. She reloaded the shells hitting the floor. She shot again this time hitting the clown in the neck. It laid still. The carpet stained with blood. She shot the other clown in the head ending it’s misery. She blew the smoke from her gun. I saw my brother awake and shivering on the couch for he did not want to see that side of mother. But that’s not what he was looking at he was looking at the closet where we store all the supplies for medicine and weapons. He pointed in fear. I followed his finger. I slowly picked my knife up. I walked over to the closet. I held up my knife. I slowly opened the closet. Their was a clown waving slowly for it has just been found. It lunged at me. I dodged and it ran into the couch hitting its chest. I grabbed it by the collar of its outfit and threw it to the ground. I had enough of this Clown Purge. I got on top of it and put my bat to its neck. Slowly pressing down on it choking it more and more.

                                                                                                  7

It gagging. It grabbed at my neck trying to choke me but I was too far to reach for it’s eyes were slowly closing. I pressed harder slightly breaking its neck. Its breathing slow and almost not there. I pressed really hard and broke its neck ending its misery. I got off of it. My arms tired from putting that restraint on it. I relaxed my arms. I grabbed my knife and saw my brother relaxing on the ground with his handgun beside him. I asked him to get up and he tried but collapsed back down. His legs were still wounded. The day was almost done for The Clown Purge was almost over. I sat down next to him. If only dad were here he would’ve never let this happen. I heard loud screams and realized it was my mom. She was in the kitchen. I ran over to the kitchen. My knife ready.      

   

  

                                   The Clown Purge

I started packing up my room as my mother told me we were moving. I walked downstairs carrying my boxes. I set my boxes in our car. I closed the hatch and got in the car. I wasn’t happy where I was moving to. San Diego is not a place for me. It’s overpopulated and popular. Which means it’s known for problems. There is almost 25 crimes a day in San Diego. That’s a lot. I don’t trust overpopulated areas there's too many problems. Later did I know I was correct.

Day 1,

We finally arrived at our house in San Diego and I unpacked in my new room.  I’m doing this for my mom . I thought. We had to move here because our other job in Ohio didn’t give us a good pay and my father dying didn’t help. He got the better pay let us have a nice house but after he died my mom was struggling to keep the house. She couldn’t afford it because she was getting 30 dollars every 2 hours. I miss him so much. I remember him taking me to the pool in the backyard and he would carry me in the pool and I would think he had super strength but really it was the water making me 0 pounds. But, I miss his little lifts in the pool and his smile.  I loved him so much.

After, I was done unpacking and my mom and brother were done unpacking I went downstairs to spend time with my mom. I turned on the News. I saw on the TV that this little boy that lived in Greenville, South Carolina was playing in his backyard saw 2 clowns wandering in the woods that spotted him and asked if he wanted to come with them to their house. The little boy saw a path to a abandoned house with boarded up windows and new security systems. The little boy told his mother and the mother told the police and the police investigated the house interviewing them on TV. I turned it off. 

“ Mom, we're fine it’s in South Carolina not San Diego.” I said calming her down. 

Mom’s face was covered in horror as she knew that later on it would not just be South Carolina. 

                                                                                                1

Today, was my first day of school. I wasn’t excited. My dad would probably give me a little knuckle to my hair and say you got this. That’s all I needed right now. He made me feel like I was on top of the world without him I’m to the ground without him. 

I got on the bus for school today. I sat alone for I was nervous to make any interaction with other people right now. I started thinking about that clown sighting in South Carolina. Is it a hoax or is it real. The bus driver stopped at a stop sign. I looked outside the window for my eye caught a glimpse of a shadow. I looked out the window and I saw a tall man that had long fingers with white gloves on. He had a black hoodie and some jeans. He had a shiny bright object in his hand that looked almost like a knife but longer. He had something on his face...that was a clown mask. I started to freak out my eyes looking the other direction for it did not want to see no more. 

I looked behind the bus and the clown was running at the bus. Soon, slowing down for the bus was gone. 

I got off the bus and entered my house. 

“ How was your day William?” My mom asked,

“ It was fine.” I said quickly before running up the stairs.

I got out my computer and searched Clown Sightings. I found a lot of good stuff. I found out one of the killer clowns named Flomo Klown posted a lot of creepy stuff on his Facebook. That was pretty disturbing. Like, “ It’s going down tonight.” and “ I love kids.” Also, like “ Call us we want to play.” and “ See you at school.”  Some pretty disturbing stuff. I also, found out that they were supposedly going to attack on Halloween. That they were going to “play a little game.” All the evidence that they were going to attack on Halloween were all true and it gave me the chills. Also, I found out that some of the clowns were texting each other back in forth like Flomo Klown stating, “ I want to beat Mckee so bad Monday but they are so far away so here it is. Southlawn- Monday, Mckee-Tuesday, Bellingrath-Wednesday, Goodwyn-Thursday, Capitol Heights-Friday. Warning get ready to get y’all beat the F$#* High Schools Nxt Week IM SO READY.” 

                                                                                                  2

I woke up early because reading all the research really scared the heck out of me. I got on the bus. I sat down and relaxed because I needed to calm down. We stopped at the same stop sign where the accident happened and I looked out. I saw a little girl probably in here teens crying on the pavement. In the woods behind her I saw a shadow. I saw her look behind her and she screamed. The figure came out and it was a clown. It had a full colorful onesie colored with yellow, blue, red, and orange splattered with red blood. It’s mask looking like porcelain. The mask having a painted frown on it’s face. The red around the lips bright with color. The red around it’s eyes dark with horror. Two painted blue eyebrows on the mask down in sadness. The red traditional clown nose quiet with no sound.  

It honked its nose and hit her with it’s metal bat and she dropped to the floor. It put it’s hands under her armpits and dragged her into the woods. I froze in horror as a little girl was just dragged into the woods. I felt a surge of anxiety as the clown left leaving blood trails behind. I got more and more worried as it got closer to Halloween.

I couldn’t hold it back anymore I needed to tell my mom about these clowns. There is only 2 more days until Halloween and I needed to get my anxiety out. I got off the bus and ran inside. I searched for my mom. I found her in the kitchen. 

I told her everything about the clown sighting yesterday and the kidnapping today. I also, told her about how they might attack on Halloween.  Her face grew more and more terrified. If dad were here he would have gone to the stop sign and took care of the clowns. I wish he were here to know. 

My mom took me to a weapon shop near our school. I grabbed as many weapons as I could. We were ready for The Clown Purge. We bought a dagger, a machete, a shotgun, a handgun, and a swiss army knife. She drove home. If my dad were here we wouldn’t need weapons. He was so confident and brave. I got home and cut metal and boarded up the windows. I recharged and put new batteries in the security systems. We had to hurry tomorrow was Clown Day.  I was terrified to sleep because after sleep was death and mayhem. I put my knife next to my bed and fell asleep.

                                                                                               3

Clown Purge Day,

I got up early so the clowns couldn’t give any surprises. I looked outside about six times because I was nervous. I started feel like this was just a prank to scare us. I sat down on my bed. I relaxed a little. About, two minutes later I heard laughter outside my window. Like, a loud cackle from a witch. But, I immediately knew what it was. I looked outside my window and saw a killer clown laughing with a microphone in it’s hands. It had a yellow jumpsuit with it’s sleeves ripped off with a red and white sleeves under the jumpsuit. It had the classic red nose horn hanging off it’s nose. It had a painted white face and black streaks climbing down it’s eyes. The yellow jumpsuit having a little white collar ripped at the ends. It having black circles around it’s eyes. It had yellow rubber gloves on it’s hands. It having a slim red tie. It had black combat boots glimmering with steel. It having a red wig and a little red and yellow hat on it’s head. It having blood splatters on it’s jumpsuit and arms. It licking it’s knife to get rid of the blood. At last it spoke. It’s voiced cracked and sarcastic.

“ We just took over the United States. This ain't President Town it’s ClownTown now. I’m just warnin ya this is the official Clown Purge.” It said laughing hysterically and dancing around.

My heart started to race. Sirens blared the streets vibrating our house. I heard a knock at our door. I knew not to answer. I ran down and blocked the door. 

“ Little Piggies! Little Piggies! Let me in!” It said hitting the door with it’s hammer. 

The door vibrated with it’s force. The door cracked leaving a crack that looked like a J. It hit the door with such powerful force that the door gave in and their was a hole left in the door. My brother ran down and carried chairs to keep it stable. The clown reached it’s hands threw the hole and unlocked the door. The door alarms went off. The sound blaring and screechy. The clown screamed and covered its ears. 

“ I’ll go by the sliding door for the backyard so they don’t get in that way!” My brother screamed trying to get heard over the door alarm. 

“ Ok!” I said,

The door alarm finally went off.

                                                                                                 4

Silence for about two seconds. I heard multiple screams from outside. I heard knifes cutting back and forth into somebody’s abdomen. Mayhem has filled the streets nothing but chaos. I saw clowns fighting each other the stronger one winning and taking down the other. I saw people fight back on clowns only to get beaten and lay lifeless on the floor. I heard laughter and saw colors I never wanted to see again. I saw clowns on top of people choking them to death. 

I couldn’t stand looking out the broken door and I looked back where my brother was just for me to find an empty room. I walked towards the kitchen and I found blood splatter on the corner of the counter and on the wall. I saw the the slider was open and I looked out and saw a clown dragging my brother is legs dragging against the jagged concrete. 

It was wearing a black, red, and white jumpsuit. It having a pouch for its knife. Its jumpsuit having its left side of the jumpsuit striped with red and black. The stripes running all the way down to its calf. Its left arm having red and black polka dots running all the way up to its shoulder. It was about 6’4 and really strong. The right side of its body was polka dotted with its victims blood running all the way down to its calf. Its right arm striped with red and black running all the way up to the shoulder. It had a wrap-around collar that was splatter with blood. It had a clown mask with black hair sticking out of the sides of its head. The mask painted white. Its eyes yellow and soulless. The eyes having black circles around it. It’s mouth painted with a sinister smile. Black paint around the mouth outlining it’s sinister smile. It having black gloves. It having black combat boots with steel tips shining brightly.

I grabbed my metal bat and ran out of the house. I ran up to the clown which I did with ease for it was walking at a turtle pace. I swung it dropped my brother and caught the bat. It held the bat by its ribs which was easy for me to jab with the bat and hit it in the ribs. It grabbed its ribs in pain. I swung my bat at its knee and it dropped to the floor. I hit it in the head splitting its head open and its blood making a river down the stream. I grabbed my brother and put his arm over my shoulder and I dragged him back to our house. Trying to be as fast as I could not wanting to get slaughtered. 

                        5

I got inside and laid my brother on the tile. His legs were torn and ripped. His pants were ripped. Blood coming from his leg. Flesh showing. His head bashed in and bleeding. Blood trickling down his head. I put my ear to his heart afraid to know if he was alive or not. Nothing. No beat no sound. Silence. I cried. If only dad were here this would’ve never happened to him.  I got up I grabbed my knife. Sweat trickling down my face. My hair in my face from sweat. I saw the clown get up from the ground. Dragging its leg. I opened the slider. It got closer. I closed the slider. I took a step on the concrete. It at the gate of the fence. I took another step. I held my knife up. It opened the gate. It walked closer. We met face to face. I took a jab at the clown. It dodged and grabbed it and it held my wrist bending it back more and more. I heard slight cracks. I set my jaw trying to stop the screams. I tightened my fist and bended forward. My wrist no longer strong. 

I took a punch at it. It to slow to dodge. 

Its teeth bleeding. Its nose broken. It stumbled a little bit surprised at its new nose job. It tried to stab me. I grabbed the knife and twisted it towards its direction. I put force on the knife piercing into its stomach. It howled in pain. I drove the knife into it more and more. Its screams becoming louder. I pulled the knife out. It’s on the floor. Blood making our grass moist and colored. I wiped the knife on its clothes getting rid of the blood. My wrist limp. I walked back inside. Closing the slider. I locked it. I went into the living room and there stood two clowns. They looked identical. There clothes matching. The only difference were their gloves and weapons. 

The clowns were strong with muscles showing through there clothes. The first clown, had a mask that was plastic with a black elastic band holding the mask up on their face. The mask had very defined cheek bones. The eyes had little cut outs showing there stormy eyes. The mask had a painted on red nose. The mouth having a smile cut out with red paint around the cut out. The top of the eyes having little black dashes indicating that they have eyelashes. Black paint surrounding the eye sockets. Its outfit red, black, and white. Its suspenders red and ripping. Its suit pants black. There white dress shirt ripped with no sleeves. The shirt had blood splatter.

                                                                                                   6

They had a skinny black tie dangling from their neck. One of the clowns had black leather fingerless gloves with spikes at the knuckles. The other clown having leather fingerless glove with spikes on the knuckles. 

The clown that wore the white gloves had sharp shiny riddick blades ready to slice into me. The riddick blades having gold handles. The blade long and curved. The blade clean and ready to get dirty. 

The other clown with black gloves had a hatchet. The hatchet was short and perfect for it. The handle was a glazed wood that was a bright brown. It’s fingers clenched on the handle. The end of the blade sharpened to it’s pleasure. 

They waved at me. I was petrified. I ran into the kitchen as they chased after me. I grabbed my bat and I swung. I missed and the clown with the white gloves cut my forehead with its riddick blade. I screamed. The clown with the black gloves sliced his hatchet into my arm leaving a huge gash. The pain excruciating. I hit the clown with the riddick blades making it collapse. It holding its ribs in pain. I swung my bat again only to get hit in the head by the backend of the handle of the hatchet. I grabbed my head my hand covered in red blood. I screamed in pain. My mom ran down the steps with her shotgun ready. She reloaded her gun. The clown laughed for it thought she did not have the guts. She shot. Smoke behind the bullet. The metal bullet now in the clowns chest. It grabbing it’s chest. Blood sputtering from its mouth. It kneeling down in surprise. She reloaded the shells hitting the floor. She shot again this time hitting the clown in the neck. It laid still. The carpet stained with blood. She shot the other clown in the head ending it’s misery. She blew the smoke from her gun. I saw my brother awake and shivering on the couch for he did not want to see that side of mother. But that’s not what he was looking at he was looking at the closet where we store all the supplies for medicine and weapons. He pointed in fear. I followed his finger. I slowly picked my knife up. I walked over to the closet. I held up my knife. I slowly opened the closet. Their was a clown waving slowly for it has just been found. It lunged at me. I dodged and it ran into the couch hitting its chest. I grabbed it by the collar of its outfit and threw it to the ground. I had enough of this Clown Purge. I got on top of it and put my bat to its neck. Slowly pressing down on it choking it more and more.

                                                                                                  7

It gagging. It grabbed at my neck trying to choke me but I was too far to reach for it’s eyes were slowly closing. I pressed harder slightly breaking its neck. Its breathing slow and almost not there. I pressed really hard and broke its neck ending its misery. I got off of it. My arms tired from putting that restraint on it. I relaxed my arms. I grabbed my knife and saw my brother relaxing on the ground with his handgun beside him. I asked him to get up and he tried but collapsed back down. His legs were still wounded. The day was almost done for The Clown Purge was almost over. I sat down next to him. If only dad were here he would’ve never let this happen. I heard loud screams and realized it was my mom. She was in the kitchen. I ran over to the kitchen. My knife ready.      

   

  

                                   The Clown Purge

I started packing up my room as my mother told me we were moving. I walked downstairs carrying my boxes. I set my boxes in our car. I closed the hatch and got in the car. I wasn’t happy where I was moving to. San Diego is not a place for me. It’s overpopulated and popular. Which means it’s known for problems. There is almost 25 crimes a day in San Diego. That’s a lot. I don’t trust overpopulated areas there's too many problems. Later did I know I was correct.

Day 1,

We finally arrived at our house in San Diego and I unpacked in my new room.  I’m doing this for my mom . I thought. We had to move here because our other job in Ohio didn’t give us a good pay and my father dying didn’t help. He got the better pay let us have a nice house but after he died my mom was struggling to keep the house. She couldn’t afford it because she was getting 30 dollars every 2 hours. I miss him so much. I remember him taking me to the pool in the backyard and he would carry me in the pool and I would think he had super strength but really it was the water making me 0 pounds. But, I miss his little lifts in the pool and his smile.  I loved him so much.

After, I was done unpacking and my mom and brother were done unpacking I went downstairs to spend time with my mom. I turned on the News. I saw on the TV that this little boy that lived in Greenville, South Carolina was playing in his backyard saw 2 clowns wandering in the woods that spotted him and asked if he wanted to come with them to their house. The little boy saw a path to a abandoned house with boarded up windows and new security systems. The little boy told his mother and the mother told the police and the police investigated the house interviewing them on TV. I turned it off. 

“ Mom, we're fine it’s in South Carolina not San Diego.” I said calming her down. 

Mom’s face was covered in horror as she knew that later on it would not just be South Carolina. 

                                                                                                1

Today, was my first day of school. I wasn’t excited. My dad would probably give me a little knuckle to my hair and say you got this. That’s all I needed right now. He made me feel like I was on top of the world without him I’m to the ground without him. 

I got on the bus for school today. I sat alone for I was nervous to make any interaction with other people right now. I started thinking about that clown sighting in South Carolina. Is it a hoax or is it real. The bus driver stopped at a stop sign. I looked outside the window for my eye caught a glimpse of a shadow. I looked out the window and I saw a tall man that had long fingers with white gloves on. He had a black hoodie and some jeans. He had a shiny bright object in his hand that looked almost like a knife but longer. He had something on his face...that was a clown mask. I started to freak out my eyes looking the other direction for it did not want to see no more. 

I looked behind the bus and the clown was running at the bus. Soon, slowing down for the bus was gone. 

I got off the bus and entered my house. 

“ How was your day William?” My mom asked,

“ It was fine.” I said quickly before running up the stairs.

I got out my computer and searched Clown Sightings. I found a lot of good stuff. I found out one of the killer clowns named Flomo Klown posted a lot of creepy stuff on his Facebook. That was pretty disturbing. Like, “ It’s going down tonight.” and “ I love kids.” Also, like “ Call us we want to play.” and “ See you at school.”  Some pretty disturbing stuff. I also, found out that they were supposedly going to attack on Halloween. That they were going to “play a little game.” All the evidence that they were going to attack on Halloween were all true and it gave me the chills. Also, I found out that some of the clowns were texting each other back in forth like Flomo Klown stating, “ I want to beat Mckee so bad Monday but they are so far away so here it is. Southlawn- Monday, Mckee-Tuesday, Bellingrath-Wednesday, Goodwyn-Thursday, Capitol Heights-Friday. Warning get ready to get y’all beat the F$#* High Schools Nxt Week IM SO READY.” 

                                                                                                  2

I woke up early because reading all the research really scared the heck out of me. I got on the bus. I sat down and relaxed because I needed to calm down. We stopped at the same stop sign where the accident happened and I looked out. I saw a little girl probably in here teens crying on the pavement. In the woods behind her I saw a shadow. I saw her look behind her and she screamed. The figure came out and it was a clown. It had a full colorful onesie colored with yellow, blue, red, and orange splattered with red blood. It’s mask looking like porcelain. The mask having a painted frown on it’s face. The red around the lips bright with color. The red around it’s eyes dark with horror. Two painted blue eyebrows on the mask down in sadness. The red traditional clown nose quiet with no sound.  

It honked its nose and hit her with it’s metal bat and she dropped to the floor. It put it’s hands under her armpits and dragged her into the woods. I froze in horror as a little girl was just dragged into the woods. I felt a surge of anxiety as the clown left leaving blood trails behind. I got more and more worried as it got closer to Halloween.

I couldn’t hold it back anymore I needed to tell my mom about these clowns. There is only 2 more days until Halloween and I needed to get my anxiety out. I got off the bus and ran inside. I searched for my mom. I found her in the kitchen. 

I told her everything about the clown sighting yesterday and the kidnapping today. I also, told her about how they might attack on Halloween.  Her face grew more and more terrified. If dad were here he would have gone to the stop sign and took care of the clowns. I wish he were here to know. 

My mom took me to a weapon shop near our school. I grabbed as many weapons as I could. We were ready for The Clown Purge. We bought a dagger, a machete, a shotgun, a handgun, and a swiss army knife. She drove home. If my dad were here we wouldn’t need weapons. He was so confident and brave. I got home and cut metal and boarded up the windows. I recharged and put new batteries in the security systems. We had to hurry tomorrow was Clown Day.  I was terrified to sleep because after sleep was death and mayhem. I put my knife next to my bed and fell asleep.

                                                                                               3

Clown Purge Day,

I got up early so the clowns couldn’t give any surprises. I looked outside about six times because I was nervous. I started feel like this was just a prank to scare us. I sat down on my bed. I relaxed a little. About, two minutes later I heard laughter outside my window. Like, a loud cackle from a witch. But, I immediately knew what it was. I looked outside my window and saw a killer clown laughing with a microphone in it’s hands. It had a yellow jumpsuit with it’s sleeves ripped off with a red and white sleeves under the jumpsuit. It had the classic red nose horn hanging off it’s nose. It had a painted white face and black streaks climbing down it’s eyes. The yellow jumpsuit having a little white collar ripped at the ends. It having black circles around it’s eyes. It had yellow rubber gloves on it’s hands. It having a slim red tie. It had black combat boots glimmering with steel. It having a red wig and a little red and yellow hat on it’s head. It having blood splatters on it’s jumpsuit and arms. It licking it’s knife to get rid of the blood. At last it spoke. It’s voiced cracked and sarcastic.

“ We just took over the United States. This ain't President Town it’s ClownTown now. I’m just warnin ya this is the official Clown Purge.” It said laughing hysterically and dancing around.

My heart started to race. Sirens blared the streets vibrating our house. I heard a knock at our door. I knew not to answer. I ran down and blocked the door. 

“ Little Piggies! Little Piggies! Let me in!” It said hitting the door with it’s hammer. 

The door vibrated with it’s force. The door cracked leaving a crack that looked like a J. It hit the door with such powerful force that the door gave in and their was a hole left in the door. My brother ran down and carried chairs to keep it stable. The clown reached it’s hands threw the hole and unlocked the door. The door alarms went off. The sound blaring and screechy. The clown screamed and covered its ears. 

“ I’ll go by the sliding door for the backyard so they don’t get in that way!” My brother screamed trying to get heard over the door alarm. 

“ Ok!” I said,

The door alarm finally went off.

                                                                                                 4

Silence for about two seconds. I heard multiple screams from outside. I heard knifes cutting back and forth into somebody’s abdomen. Mayhem has filled the streets nothing but chaos. I saw clowns fighting each other the stronger one winning and taking down the other. I saw people fight back on clowns only to get beaten and lay lifeless on the floor. I heard laughter and saw colors I never wanted to see again. I saw clowns on top of people choking them to death. 

I couldn’t stand looking out the broken door and I looked back where my brother was just for me to find an empty room. I walked towards the kitchen and I found blood splatter on the corner of the counter and on the wall. I saw the the slider was open and I looked out and saw a clown dragging my brother is legs dragging against the jagged concrete. 

It was wearing a black, red, and white jumpsuit. It having a pouch for its knife. Its jumpsuit having its left side of the jumpsuit striped with red and black. The stripes running all the way down to its calf. Its left arm having red and black polka dots running all the way up to its shoulder. It was about 6’4 and really strong. The right side of its body was polka dotted with its victims blood running all the way down to its calf. Its right arm striped with red and black running all the way up to the shoulder. It had a wrap-around collar that was splatter with blood. It had a clown mask with black hair sticking out of the sides of its head. The mask painted white. Its eyes yellow and soulless. The eyes having black circles around it. It’s mouth painted with a sinister smile. Black paint around the mouth outlining it’s sinister smile. It having black gloves. It having black combat boots with steel tips shining brightly.

I grabbed my metal bat and ran out of the house. I ran up to the clown which I did with ease for it was walking at a turtle pace. I swung it dropped my brother and caught the bat. It held the bat by its ribs which was easy for me to jab with the bat and hit it in the ribs. It grabbed its ribs in pain. I swung my bat at its knee and it dropped to the floor. I hit it in the head splitting its head open and its blood making a river down the stream. I grabbed my brother and put his arm over my shoulder and I dragged him back to our house. Trying to be as fast as I could not wanting to get slaughtered. 

                        5

I got inside and laid my brother on the tile. His legs were torn and ripped. His pants were ripped. Blood coming from his leg. Flesh showing. His head bashed in and bleeding. Blood trickling down his head. I put my ear to his heart afraid to know if he was alive or not. Nothing. No beat no sound. Silence. I cried. If only dad were here this would’ve never happened to him.  I got up I grabbed my knife. Sweat trickling down my face. My hair in my face from sweat. I saw the clown get up from the ground. Dragging its leg. I opened the slider. It got closer. I closed the slider. I took a step on the concrete. It at the gate of the fence. I took another step. I held my knife up. It opened the gate. It walked closer. We met face to face. I took a jab at the clown. It dodged and grabbed it and it held my wrist bending it back more and more. I heard slight cracks. I set my jaw trying to stop the screams. I tightened my fist and bended forward. My wrist no longer strong. 

I took a punch at it. It to slow to dodge. 

Its teeth bleeding. Its nose broken. It stumbled a little bit surprised at its new nose job. It tried to stab me. I grabbed the knife and twisted it towards its direction. I put force on the knife piercing into its stomach. It howled in pain. I drove the knife into it more and more. Its screams becoming louder. I pulled the knife out. It’s on the floor. Blood making our grass moist and colored. I wiped the knife on its clothes getting rid of the blood. My wrist limp. I walked back inside. Closing the slider. I locked it. I went into the living room and there stood two clowns. They looked identical. There clothes matching. The only difference were their gloves and weapons. 

The clowns were strong with muscles showing through there clothes. The first clown, had a mask that was plastic with a black elastic band holding the mask up on their face. The mask had very defined cheek bones. The eyes had little cut outs showing there stormy eyes. The mask had a painted on red nose. The mouth having a smile cut out with red paint around the cut out. The top of the eyes having little black dashes indicating that they have eyelashes. Black paint surrounding the eye sockets. Its outfit red, black, and white. Its suspenders red and ripping. Its suit pants black. There white dress shirt ripped with no sleeves. The shirt had blood splatter.

                                                                                                   6

They had a skinny black tie dangling from their neck. One of the clowns had black leather fingerless gloves with spikes at the knuckles. The other clown having leather fingerless glove with spikes on the knuckles. 

The clown that wore the white gloves had sharp shiny riddick blades ready to slice into me. The riddick blades having gold handles. The blade long and curved. The blade clean and ready to get dirty. 

The other clown with black gloves had a hatchet. The hatchet was short and perfect for it. The handle was a glazed wood that was a bright brown. It’s fingers clenched on the handle. The end of the blade sharpened to it’s pleasure. 

They waved at me. I was petrified. I ran into the kitchen as they chased after me. I grabbed my bat and I swung. I missed and the clown with the white gloves cut my forehead with its riddick blade. I screamed. The clown with the black gloves sliced his hatchet into my arm leaving a huge gash. The pain excruciating. I hit the clown with the riddick blades making it collapse. It holding its ribs in pain. I swung my bat again only to get hit in the head by the backend of the handle of the hatchet. I grabbed my head my hand covered in red blood. I screamed in pain. My mom ran down the steps with her shotgun ready. She reloaded her gun. The clown laughed for it thought she did not have the guts. She shot. Smoke behind the bullet. The metal bullet now in the clowns chest. It grabbing it’s chest. Blood sputtering from its mouth. It kneeling down in surprise. She reloaded the shells hitting the floor. She shot again this time hitting the clown in the neck. It laid still. The carpet stained with blood. She shot the other clown in the head ending it’s misery. She blew the smoke from her gun. I saw my brother awake and shivering on the couch for he did not want to see that side of mother. But that’s not what he was looking at he was looking at the closet where we store all the supplies for medicine and weapons. He pointed in fear. I followed his finger. I slowly picked my knife up. I walked over to the closet. I held up my knife. I slowly opened the closet. Their was a clown waving slowly for it has just been found. It lunged at me. I dodged and it ran into the couch hitting its chest. I grabbed it by the collar of its outfit and threw it to the ground. I had enough of this Clown Purge. I got on top of it and put my bat to its neck. Slowly pressing down on it choking it more and more.

                                                                                                  7

It gagging. It grabbed at my neck trying to choke me but I was too far to reach for it’s eyes were slowly closing. I pressed harder slightly breaking its neck. Its breathing slow and almost not there. I pressed really hard and broke its neck ending its misery. I got off of it. My arms tired from putting that restraint on it. I relaxed my arms. I grabbed my knife and saw my brother relaxing on the ground with his handgun beside him. I asked him to get up and he tried but collapsed back down. His legs were still wounded. The day was almost done for The Clown Purge was almost over. I sat down next to him. If only dad were here he would’ve never let this happen. I heard loud screams and realized it was my mom. She was in the kitchen. I ran over to the kitchen. My knife ready.      

   

  

                                   The Clown Purge

I started packing up my room as my mother told me we were moving. I walked downstairs carrying my boxes. I set my boxes in our car. I closed the hatch and got in the car. I wasn’t happy where I was moving to. San Diego is not a place for me. It’s overpopulated and popular. Which means it’s known for problems. There is almost 25 crimes a day in San Diego. That’s a lot. I don’t trust overpopulated areas there's too many problems. Later did I know I was correct.

Day 1,

We finally arrived at our house in San Diego and I unpacked in my new room.  I’m doing this for my mom . I thought. We had to move here because our other job in Ohio didn’t give us a good pay and my father dying didn’t help. He got the better pay let us have a nice house but after he died my mom was struggling to keep the house. She couldn’t afford it because she was getting 30 dollars every 2 hours. I miss him so much. I remember him taking me to the pool in the backyard and he would carry me in the pool and I would think he had super strength but really it was the water making me 0 pounds. But, I miss his little lifts in the pool and his smile.  I loved him so much.

After, I was done unpacking and my mom and brother were done unpacking I went downstairs to spend time with my mom. I turned on the News. I saw on the TV that this little boy that lived in Greenville, South Carolina was playing in his backyard saw 2 clowns wandering in the woods that spotted him and asked if he wanted to come with them to their house. The little boy saw a path to a abandoned house with boarded up windows and new security systems. The little boy told his mother and the mother told the police and the police investigated the house interviewing them on TV. I turned it off. 

“ Mom, we're fine it’s in South Carolina not San Diego.” I said calming her down. 

Mom’s face was covered in horror as she knew that later on it would not just be South Carolina. 

                                                                                                1

Today, was my first day of school. I wasn’t excited. My dad would probably give me a little knuckle to my hair and say you got this. That’s all I needed right now. He made me feel like I was on top of the world without him I’m to the ground without him. 

I got on the bus for school today. I sat alone for I was nervous to make any interaction with other people right now. I started thinking about that clown sighting in South Carolina. Is it a hoax or is it real. The bus driver stopped at a stop sign. I looked outside the window for my eye caught a glimpse of a shadow. I looked out the window and I saw a tall man that had long fingers with white gloves on. He had a black hoodie and some jeans. He had a shiny bright object in his hand that looked almost like a knife but longer. He had something on his face...that was a clown mask. I started to freak out my eyes looking the other direction for it did not want to see no more. 

I looked behind the bus and the clown was running at the bus. Soon, slowing down for the bus was gone. 

I got off the bus and entered my house. 

“ How was your day William?” My mom asked,

“ It was fine.” I said quickly before running up the stairs.

I got out my computer and searched Clown Sightings. I found a lot of good stuff. I found out one of the killer clowns named Flomo Klown posted a lot of creepy stuff on his Facebook. That was pretty disturbing. Like, “ It’s going down tonight.” and “ I love kids.” Also, like “ Call us we want to play.” and “ See you at school.”  Some pretty disturbing stuff. I also, found out that they were supposedly going to attack on Halloween. That they were going to “play a little game.” All the evidence that they were going to attack on Halloween were all true and it gave me the chills. Also, I found out that some of the clowns were texting each other back in forth like Flomo Klown stating, “ I want to beat Mckee so bad Monday but they are so far away so here it is. Southlawn- Monday, Mckee-Tuesday, Bellingrath-Wednesday, Goodwyn-Thursday, Capitol Heights-Friday. Warning get ready to get y’all beat the F$#* High Schools Nxt Week IM SO READY.” 

                                                                                                  2

I woke up early because reading all the research really scared the heck out of me. I got on the bus. I sat down and relaxed because I needed to calm down. We stopped at the same stop sign where the accident happened and I looked out. I saw a little girl probably in here teens crying on the pavement. In the woods behind her I saw a shadow. I saw her look behind her and she screamed. The figure came out and it was a clown. It had a full colorful onesie colored with yellow, blue, red, and orange splattered with red blood. It’s mask looking like porcelain. The mask having a painted frown on it’s face. The red around the lips bright with color. The red around it’s eyes dark with horror. Two painted blue eyebrows on the mask down in sadness. The red traditional clown nose quiet with no sound.  

It honked its nose and hit her with it’s metal bat and she dropped to the floor. It put it’s hands under her armpits and dragged her into the woods. I froze in horror as a little girl was just dragged into the woods. I felt a surge of anxiety as the clown left leaving blood trails behind. I got more and more worried as it got closer to Halloween.

I couldn’t hold it back anymore I needed to tell my mom about these clowns. There is only 2 more days until Halloween and I needed to get my anxiety out. I got off the bus and ran inside. I searched for my mom. I found her in the kitchen. 

I told her everything about the clown sighting yesterday and the kidnapping today. I also, told her about how they might attack on Halloween.  Her face grew more and more terrified. If dad were here he would have gone to the stop sign and took care of the clowns. I wish he were here to know. 

My mom took me to a weapon shop near our school. I grabbed as many weapons as I could. We were ready for The Clown Purge. We bought a dagger, a machete, a shotgun, a handgun, and a swiss army knife. She drove home. If my dad were here we wouldn’t need weapons. He was so confident and brave. I got home and cut metal and boarded up the windows. I recharged and put new batteries in the security systems. We had to hurry tomorrow was Clown Day.  I was terrified to sleep because after sleep was death and mayhem. I put my knife next to my bed and fell asleep.

                                                                                               3

Clown Purge Day,

I got up early so the clowns couldn’t give any surprises. I looked outside about six times because I was nervous. I started feel like this was just a prank to scare us. I sat down on my bed. I relaxed a little. About, two minutes later I heard laughter outside my window. Like, a loud cackle from a witch. But, I immediately knew what it was. I looked outside my window and saw a killer clown laughing with a microphone in it’s hands. It had a yellow jumpsuit with it’s sleeves ripped off with a red and white sleeves under the jumpsuit. It had the classic red nose horn hanging off it’s nose. It had a painted white face and black streaks climbing down it’s eyes. The yellow jumpsuit having a little white collar ripped at the ends. It having black circles around it’s eyes. It had yellow rubber gloves on it’s hands. It having a slim red tie. It had black combat boots glimmering with steel. It having a red wig and a little red and yellow hat on it’s head. It having blood splatters on it’s jumpsuit and arms. It licking it’s knife to get rid of the blood. At last it spoke. It’s voiced cracked and sarcastic.

“ We just took over the United States. This ain't President Town it’s ClownTown now. I’m just warnin ya this is the official Clown Purge.” It said laughing hysterically and dancing around.

My heart started to race. Sirens blared the streets vibrating our house. I heard a knock at our door. I knew not to answer. I ran down and blocked the door. 

“ Little Piggies! Little Piggies! Let me in!” It said hitting the door with it’s hammer. 

The door vibrated with it’s force. The door cracked leaving a crack that looked like a J. It hit the door with such powerful force that the door gave in and their was a hole left in the door. My brother ran down and carried chairs to keep it stable. The clown reached it’s hands threw the hole and unlocked the door. The door alarms went off. The sound blaring and screechy. The clown screamed and covered its ears. 

“ I’ll go by the sliding door for the backyard so they don’t get in that way!” My brother screamed trying to get heard over the door alarm. 

“ Ok!” I said,

The door alarm finally went off.

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Silence for about two seconds. I heard multiple screams from outside. I heard knifes cutting back and forth into somebody’s abdomen. Mayhem has filled the streets nothing but chaos. I saw clowns fighting each other the stronger one winning and taking down the other. I saw people fight back on clowns only to get beaten and lay lifeless on the floor. I heard laughter and saw colors I never wanted to see again. I saw clowns on top of people choking them to death. 

I couldn’t stand looking out the broken door and I looked back where my brother was just for me to find an empty room. I walked towards the kitchen and I found blood splatter on the corner of the counter and on the wall. I saw the the slider was open and I looked out and saw a clown dragging my brother is legs dragging against the jagged concrete. 

It was wearing a black, red, and white jumpsuit. It having a pouch for its knife. Its jumpsuit having its left side of the jumpsuit striped with red and black. The stripes running all the way down to its calf. Its left arm having red and black polka dots running all the way up to its shoulder. It was about 6’4 and really strong. The right side of its body was polka dotted with its victims blood running all the way down to its calf. Its right arm striped with red and black running all the way up to the shoulder. It had a wrap-around collar that was splatter with blood. It had a clown mask with black hair sticking out of the sides of its head. The mask painted white. Its eyes yellow and soulless. The eyes having black circles around it. It’s mouth painted with a sinister smile. Black paint around the mouth outlining it’s sinister smile. It having black gloves. It having black combat boots with steel tips shining brightly.

I grabbed my metal bat and ran out of the house. I ran up to the clown which I did with ease for it was walking at a turtle pace. I swung it dropped my brother and caught the bat. It held the bat by its ribs which was easy for me to jab with the bat and hit it in the ribs. It grabbed its ribs in pain. I swung my bat at its knee and it dropped to the floor. I hit it in the head splitting its head open and its blood making a river down the stream. I grabbed my brother and put his arm over my shoulder and I dragged him back to our house. Trying to be as fast as I could not wanting to get slaughtered. 

                        5

I got inside and laid my brother on the tile. His legs were torn and ripped. His pants were ripped. Blood coming from his leg. Flesh showing. His head bashed in and bleeding. Blood trickling down his head. I put my ear to his heart afraid to know if he was alive or not. Nothing. No beat no sound. Silence. I cried. If only dad were here this would’ve never happened to him.  I got up I grabbed my knife. Sweat trickling down my face. My hair in my face from sweat. I saw the clown get up from the ground. Dragging its leg. I opened the slider. It got closer. I closed the slider. I took a step on the concrete. It at the gate of the fence. I took another step. I held my knife up. It opened the gate. It walked closer. We met face to face. I took a jab at the clown. It dodged and grabbed it and it held my wrist bending it back more and more. I heard slight cracks. I set my jaw trying to stop the screams. I tightened my fist and bended forward. My wrist no longer strong. 

I took a punch at it. It to slow to dodge. 

Its teeth bleeding. Its nose broken. It stumbled a little bit surprised at its new nose job. It tried to stab me. I grabbed the knife and twisted it towards its direction. I put force on the knife piercing into its stomach. It howled in pain. I drove the knife into it more and more. Its screams becoming louder. I pulled the knife out. It’s on the floor. Blood making our grass moist and colored. I wiped the knife on its clothes getting rid of the blood. My wrist limp. I walked back inside. Closing the slider. I locked it. I went into the living room and there stood two clowns. They looked identical. There clothes matching. The only difference were their gloves and weapons. 

The clowns were strong with muscles showing through there clothes. The first clown, had a mask that was plastic with a black elastic band holding the mask up on their face. The mask had very defined cheek bones. The eyes had little cut outs showing there stormy eyes. The mask had a painted on red nose. The mouth having a smile cut out with red paint around the cut out. The top of the eyes having little black dashes indicating that they have eyelashes. Black paint surrounding the eye sockets. Its outfit red, black, and white. Its suspenders red and ripping. Its suit pants black. There white dress shirt ripped with no sleeves. The shirt had blood splatter.

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They had a skinny black tie dangling from their neck. One of the clowns had black leather fingerless gloves with spikes at the knuckles. The other clown having leather fingerless glove with spikes on the knuckles. 

The clown that wore the white gloves had sharp shiny riddick blades ready to slice into me. The riddick blades having gold handles. The blade long and curved. The blade clean and ready to get dirty. 

The other clown with black gloves had a hatchet. The hatchet was short and perfect for it. The handle was a glazed wood that was a bright brown. It’s fingers clenched on the handle. The end of the blade sharpened to it’s pleasure. 

They waved at me. I was petrified. I ran into the kitchen as they chased after me. I grabbed my bat and I swung. I missed and the clown with the white gloves cut my forehead with its riddick blade. I screamed. The clown with the black gloves sliced his hatchet into my arm leaving a huge gash. The pain excruciating. I hit the clown with the riddick blades making it collapse. It holding its ribs in pain. I swung my bat again only to get hit in the head by the backend of the handle of the hatchet. I grabbed my head my hand covered in red blood. I screamed in pain. My mom ran down the steps with her shotgun ready. She reloaded her gun. The clown laughed for it thought she did not have the guts. She shot. Smoke behind the bullet. The metal bullet now in the clowns chest. It grabbing it’s chest. Blood sputtering from its mouth. It kneeling down in surprise. She reloaded the shells hitting the floor. She shot again this time hitting the clown in the neck. It laid still. The carpet stained with blood. She shot the other clown in the head ending it’s misery. She blew the smoke from her gun. I saw my brother awake and shivering on the couch for he did not want to see that side of mother. But that’s not what he was looking at he was looking at the closet where we store all the supplies for medicine and weapons. He pointed in fear. I followed his finger. I slowly picked my knife up. I walked over to the closet. I held up my knife. I slowly opened the closet. Their was a clown waving slowly for it has just been found. It lunged at me. I dodged and it ran into the couch hitting its chest. I grabbed it by the collar of its outfit and threw it to the ground. I had enough of this Clown Purge. I got on top of it and put my bat to its neck. Slowly pressing down on it choking it more and more.

                                                                                                  7

It gagging. It grabbed at my neck trying to choke me but I was too far to reach for it’s eyes were slowly closing. I pressed harder slightly breaking its neck. Its breathing slow and almost not there. I pressed really hard and broke its neck ending its misery. I got off of it. My arms tired from putting that restraint on it. I relaxed my arms. I grabbed my knife and saw my brother relaxing on the ground with his handgun beside him. I asked him to get up and he tried but collapsed back down. His legs were still wounded. The day was almost done for The Clown Purge was almost over. I sat down next to him. If only dad were here he would’ve never let this happen. I heard loud screams and realized it was my mom. She was in the kitchen. I ran over to the kitchen. My knife ready.      

   

  

                                   The Clown Purge

I started packing up my room as my mother told me we were moving. I walked downstairs carrying my boxes. I set my boxes in our car. I closed the hatch and got in the car. I wasn’t happy where I was moving to. San Diego is not a place for me. It’s overpopulated and popular. Which means it’s known for problems. There is almost 25 crimes a day in San Diego. That’s a lot. I don’t trust overpopulated areas there's too many problems. Later did I know I was correct.

Day 1,

We finally arrived at our house in San Diego and I unpacked in my new room.  I’m doing this for my mom . I thought. We had to move here because our other job in Ohio didn’t give us a good pay and my father dying didn’t help. He got the better pay let us have a nice house but after he died my mom was struggling to keep the house. She couldn’t afford it because she was getting 30 dollars every 2 hours. I miss him so much. I remember him taking me to the pool in the backyard and he would carry me in the pool and I would think he had super strength but really it was the water making me 0 pounds. But, I miss his little lifts in the pool and his smile.  I loved him so much.

After, I was done unpacking and my mom and brother were done unpacking I went downstairs to spend time with my mom. I turned on the News. I saw on the TV that this little boy that lived in Greenville, South Carolina was playing in his backyard saw 2 clowns wandering in the woods that spotted him and asked if he wanted to come with them to their house. The little boy saw a path to a abandoned house with boarded up windows and new security systems. The little boy told his mother and the mother told the police and the police investigated the house interviewing them on TV. I turned it off. 

“ Mom, we're fine it’s in South Carolina not San Diego.” I said calming her down. 

Mom’s face was covered in horror as she knew that later on it would not just be South Carolina. 

                                                                                                1

Today, was my first day of school. I wasn’t excited. My dad would probably give me a little knuckle to my hair and say you got this. That’s all I needed right now. He made me feel like I was on top of the world without him I’m to the ground without him. 

I got on the bus for school today. I sat alone for I was nervous to make any interaction with other people right now. I started thinking about that clown sighting in South Carolina. Is it a hoax or is it real. The bus driver stopped at a stop sign. I looked outside the window for my eye caught a glimpse of a shadow. I looked out the window and I saw a tall man that had long fingers with white gloves on. He had a black hoodie and some jeans. He had a shiny bright object in his hand that looked almost like a knife but longer. He had something on his face...that was a clown mask. I started to freak out my eyes looking the other direction for it did not want to see no more. 

I looked behind the bus and the clown was running at the bus. Soon, slowing down for the bus was gone. 

I got off the bus and entered my house. 

“ How was your day William?” My mom asked,

“ It was fine.” I said quickly before running up the stairs.

I got out my computer and searched Clown Sightings. I found a lot of good stuff. I found out one of the killer clowns named Flomo Klown posted a lot of creepy stuff on his Facebook. That was pretty disturbing. Like, “ It’s going down tonight.” and “ I love kids.” Also, like “ Call us we want to play.” and “ See you at school.”  Some pretty disturbing stuff. I also, found out that they were supposedly going to attack on Halloween. That they were going to “play a little game.” All the evidence that they were going to attack on Halloween were all true and it gave me the chills. Also, I found out that some of the clowns were texting each other back in forth like Flomo Klown stating, “ I want to beat Mckee so bad Monday but they are so far away so here it is. Southlawn- Monday, Mckee-Tuesday, Bellingrath-Wednesday, Goodwyn-Thursday, Capitol Heights-Friday. Warning get ready to get y’all beat the F$#* High Schools Nxt Week IM SO READY.” 

                                                                                                  2

I woke up early because reading all the research really scared the heck out of me. I got on the bus. I sat down and relaxed because I needed to calm down. We stopped at the same stop sign where the accident happened and I looked out. I saw a little girl probably in here teens crying on the pavement. In the woods behind her I saw a shadow. I saw her look behind her and she screamed. The figure came out and it was a clown. It had a full colorful onesie colored with yellow, blue, red, and orange splattered with red blood. It’s mask looking like porcelain. The mask having a painted frown on it’s face. The red around the lips bright with color. The red around it’s eyes dark with horror. Two painted blue eyebrows on the mask down in sadness. The red traditional clown nose quiet with no sound.  

It honked its nose and hit her with it’s metal bat and she dropped to the floor. It put it’s hands under her armpits and dragged her into the woods. I froze in horror as a little girl was just dragged into the woods. I felt a surge of anxiety as the clown left leaving blood trails behind. I got more and more worried as it got closer to Halloween.

I couldn’t hold it back anymore I needed to tell my mom about these clowns. There is only 2 more days until Halloween and I needed to get my anxiety out. I got off the bus and ran inside. I searched for my mom. I found her in the kitchen. 

I told her everything about the clown sighting yesterday and the kidnapping today. I also, told her about how they might attack on Halloween.  Her face grew more and more terrified. If dad were here he would have gone to the stop sign and took care of the clowns. I wish he were here to know. 

My mom took me to a weapon shop near our school. I grabbed as many weapons as I could. We were ready for The Clown Purge. We bought a dagger, a machete, a shotgun, a handgun, and a swiss army knife. She drove home. If my dad were here we wouldn’t need weapons. He was so confident and brave. I got home and cut metal and boarded up the windows. I recharged and put new batteries in the security systems. We had to hurry tomorrow was Clown Day.  I was terrified to sleep because after sleep was death and mayhem. I put my knife next to my bed and fell asleep.

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Clown Purge Day,

I got up early so the clowns couldn’t give any surprises. I looked outside about six times because I was nervous. I started feel like this was just a prank to scare us. I sat down on my bed. I relaxed a little. About, two minutes later I heard laughter outside my window. Like, a loud cackle from a witch. But, I immediately knew what it was. I looked outside my window and saw a killer clown laughing with a microphone in it’s hands. It had a yellow jumpsuit with it’s sleeves ripped off with a red and white sleeves under the jumpsuit. It had the classic red nose horn hanging off it’s nose. It had a painted white face and black streaks climbing down it’s eyes. The yellow jumpsuit having a little white collar ripped at the ends. It having black circles around it’s eyes. It had yellow rubber gloves on it’s hands. It having a slim red tie. It had black combat boots glimmering with steel. It having a red wig and a little red and yellow hat on it’s head. It having blood splatters on it’s jumpsuit and arms. It licking it’s knife to get rid of the blood. At last it spoke. It’s voiced cracked and sarcastic.

“ We just took over the United States. This ain't President Town it’s ClownTown now. I’m just warnin ya this is the official Clown Purge.” It said laughing hysterically and dancing around.

My heart started to race. Sirens blared the streets vibrating our house. I heard a knock at our door. I knew not to answer. I ran down and blocked the door. 

“ Little Piggies! Little Piggies! Let me in!” It said hitting the door with it’s hammer. 

The door vibrated with it’s force. The door cracked leaving a crack that looked like a J. It hit the door with such powerful force that the door gave in and their was a hole left in the door. My brother ran down and carried chairs to keep it stable. The clown reached it’s hands threw the hole and unlocked the door. The door alarms went off. The sound blaring and screechy. The clown screamed and covered its ears. 

“ I’ll go by the sliding door for the backyard so they don’t get in that way!” My brother screamed trying to get heard over the door alarm. 

“ Ok!” I said,

The door alarm finally went off.

                                                                                                 4

Silence for about two seconds. I heard multiple screams from outside. I heard knifes cutting back and forth into somebody’s abdomen. Mayhem has filled the streets nothing but chaos. I saw clowns fighting each other the stronger one winning and taking down the other. I saw people fight back on clowns only to get beaten and lay lifeless on the floor. I heard laughter and saw colors I never wanted to see again. I saw clowns on top of people choking them to death. 

I couldn’t stand looking out the broken door and I looked back where my brother was just for me to find an empty room. I walked towards the kitchen and I found blood splatter on the corner of the counter and on the wall. I saw the the slider was open and I looked out and saw a clown dragging my brother is legs dragging against the jagged concrete. 

It was wearing a black, red, and white jumpsuit. It having a pouch for its knife. Its jumpsuit having its left side of the jumpsuit striped with red and black. The stripes running all the way down to its calf. Its left arm having red and black polka dots running all the way up to its shoulder. It was about 6’4 and really strong. The right side of its body was polka dotted with its victims blood running all the way down to its calf. Its right arm striped with red and black running all the way up to the shoulder. It had a wrap-around collar that was splatter with blood. It had a clown mask with black hair sticking out of the sides of its head. The mask painted white. Its eyes yellow and soulless. The eyes having black circles around it. It’s mouth painted with a sinister smile. Black paint around the mouth outlining it’s sinister smile. It having black gloves. It having black combat boots with steel tips shining brightly.

I grabbed my metal bat and ran out of the house. I ran up to the clown which I did with ease for it was walking at a turtle pace. I swung it dropped my brother and caught the bat. It held the bat by its ribs which was easy for me to jab with the bat and hit it in the ribs. It grabbed its ribs in pain. I swung my bat at its knee and it dropped to the floor. I hit it in the head splitting its head open and its blood making a river down the stream. I grabbed my brother and put his arm over my shoulder and I dragged him back to our house. Trying to be as fast as I could not wanting to get slaughtered. 

                        5

I got inside and laid my brother on the tile. His legs were torn and ripped. His pants were ripped. Blood coming from his leg. Flesh showing. His head bashed in and bleeding. Blood trickling down his head. I put my ear to his heart afraid to know if he was alive or not. Nothing. No beat no sound. Silence. I cried. If only dad were here this would’ve never happened to him.  I got up I grabbed my knife. Sweat trickling down my face. My hair in my face from sweat. I saw the clown get up from the ground. Dragging its leg. I opened the slider. It got closer. I closed the slider. I took a step on the concrete. It at the gate of the fence. I took another step. I held my knife up. It opened the gate. It walked closer. We met face to face. I took a jab at the clown. It dodged and grabbed it and it held my wrist bending it back more and more. I heard slight cracks. I set my jaw trying to stop the screams. I tightened my fist and bended forward. My wrist no longer strong. 

I took a punch at it. It to slow to dodge. 

Its teeth bleeding. Its nose broken. It stumbled a little bit surprised at its new nose job. It tried to stab me. I grabbed the knife and twisted it towards its direction. I put force on the knife piercing into its stomach. It howled in pain. I drove the knife into it more and more. Its screams becoming louder. I pulled the knife out. It’s on the floor. Blood making our grass moist and colored. I wiped the knife on its clothes getting rid of the blood. My wrist limp. I walked back inside. Closing the slider. I locked it. I went into the living room and there stood two clowns. They looked identical. There clothes matching. The only difference were their gloves and weapons. 

The clowns were strong with muscles showing through there clothes. The first clown, had a mask that was plastic with a black elastic band holding the mask up on their face. The mask had very defined cheek bones. The eyes had little cut outs showing there stormy eyes. The mask had a painted on red nose. The mouth having a smile cut out with red paint around the cut out. The top of the eyes having little black dashes indicating that they have eyelashes. Black paint surrounding the eye sockets. Its outfit red, black, and white. Its suspenders red and ripping. Its suit pants black. There white dress shirt ripped with no sleeves. The shirt had blood splatter.

                                                                                                   6

They had a skinny black tie dangling from their neck. One of the clowns had black leather fingerless gloves with spikes at the knuckles. The other clown having leather fingerless glove with spikes on the knuckles. 

The clown that wore the white gloves had sharp shiny riddick blades ready to slice into me. The riddick blades having gold handles. The blade long and curved. The blade clean and ready to get dirty. 

The other clown with black gloves had a hatchet. The hatchet was short and perfect for it. The handle was a glazed wood that was a bright brown. It’s fingers clenched on the handle. The end of the blade sharpened to it’s pleasure. 

They waved at me. I was petrified. I ran into the kitchen as they chased after me. I grabbed my bat and I swung. I missed and the clown with the white gloves cut my forehead with its riddick blade. I screamed. The clown with the black gloves sliced his hatchet into my arm leaving a huge gash. The pain excruciating. I hit the clown with the riddick blades making it collapse. It holding its ribs in pain. I swung my bat again only to get hit in the head by the backend of the handle of the hatchet. I grabbed my head my hand covered in red blood. I screamed in pain. My mom ran down the steps with her shotgun ready. She reloaded her gun. The clown laughed for it thought she did not have the guts. She shot. Smoke behind the bullet. The metal bullet now in the clowns chest. It grabbing it’s chest. Blood sputtering from its mouth. It kneeling down in surprise. She reloaded the shells hitting the floor. She shot again this time hitting the clown in the neck. It laid still. The carpet stained with blood. She shot the other clown in the head ending it’s misery. She blew the smoke from her gun. I saw my brother awake and shivering on the couch for he did not want to see that side of mother. But that’s not what he was looking at he was looking at the closet where we store all the supplies for medicine and weapons. He pointed in fear. I followed his finger. I slowly picked my knife up. I walked over to the closet. I held up my knife. I slowly opened the closet. Their was a clown waving slowly for it has just been found. It lunged at me. I dodged and it ran into the couch hitting its chest. I grabbed it by the collar of its outfit and threw it to the ground. I had enough of this Clown Purge. I got on top of it and put my bat to its neck. Slowly pressing down on it choking it more and more.

                                                                                                  7

It gagging. It grabbed at my neck trying to choke me but I was too far to reach for it’s eyes were slowly closing. I pressed harder slightly breaking its neck. Its breathing slow and almost not there. I pressed really hard and broke its neck ending its misery. I got off of it. My arms tired from putting that restraint on it. I relaxed my arms. I grabbed my knife and saw my brother relaxing on the ground with his handgun beside him. I asked him to get up and he tried but collapsed back down. His legs were still wounded. The day was almost done for The Clown Purge was almost over. I sat down next to him. If only dad were here he would’ve never let this happen. I heard loud screams and realized it was my mom. She was in the kitchen. I ran over to the kitchen. My knife ready.      

   

  

                                   The Clown Purge

 I started packing up my room as my mother told me we were moving. I walked downstairs carrying my boxes. I set my boxes in our car. I closed the hatch and got in the car. I wasn’t happy where I was moving to. San Diego is not a place for me. It’s overpopulated and popular. Which means it’s known for problems. There is almost 25 crimes a day in San Diego. That’s a lot. I don’t trust overpopulated areas there's too many problems. Later did I know I was correct.

We finally arrived at our house in San Diego and I unpacked in my new room.  I’m doing this for my mom . I thought. We had to move here because our other job in Ohio didn’t give us a good pay and my father dying didn’t help. He got the better pay let us have a nice house but after he died my mom was struggling to keep the house. She couldn’t afford it because she was getting 30 dollars every 2 hours. I miss him so much. I remember him taking me to the pool in the backyard and he would carry me in the pool and I would think he had super strength but really it was the water making me 0 pounds. But, I miss his little lifts in the pool and his smile.  I loved him so much.

 After, I was done unpacking and my mom and brother were done unpacking I went downstairs to spend time with my mom. I turned on the News. I saw on the TV that this little boy that lived in Greenville, South Carolina was playing in his backyard saw 2 clowns wandering in the woods that spotted him and asked if he wanted to come with them to their house. The little boy saw a path to a abandoned house with boarded up windows and new security systems. The little boy told his mother and the mother told the police and the police investigated the house interviewing them on TV. I turned it off. 

“ Mom, we're fine it’s in South Carolina not San Diego.” I said calming her down. 

Mom’s face was covered in horror as she knew that later on it would not just be South Carolina. 

                                                                                                1

Today, was my first day of school. I wasn’t excited. My dad would probably give me a little knuckle to my hair and say you got this. That’s all I needed right now. He made me feel like I was on top of the world without him I’m to the ground without him. 

 I got on the bus for school today. I sat alone for I was nervous to make any interaction with other people right now. I started thinking about that clown sighting in South Carolina. Is it a hoax or is it real. The bus driver stopped at a stop sign. I looked outside the window for my eye caught a glimpse of a shadow. I looked out the window and I saw a tall man that had long fingers with white gloves on. He had a black hoodie and some jeans. He had a shiny bright object in his hand that looked almost like a knife but longer. He had something on his face...that was a clown mask. I started to freak out my eyes looking the other direction for it did not want to see no more. 

I looked behind the bus and the clown was running at the bus. Soon, slowing down for the bus was gone. 

I got off the bus and entered my house. 

 “ How was your day William?” My mom asked,

“ It was fine.” I said quickly before running up the stairs.

 I got out my computer and searched Clown Sightings. I found a lot of good stuff. I found out one of the killer clowns named Flomo Klown posted a lot of creepy stuff on his Facebook. That was pretty disturbing. Like, “ It’s going down tonight.” and “ I love kids.” Also, like “ Call us we want to play.” and “ See you at school.”  Some pretty disturbing stuff. I also, found out that they were supposedly going to attack on Halloween. That they were going to “play a little game.” All the evidence that they were going to attack on Halloween were all true and it gave me the chills. Also, I found out that some of the clowns were texting each other back in forth like Flomo Klown stating, “ I want to beat Mckee so bad Monday but they are so far away so here it is. Southlawn- Monday, Mckee-Tuesday, Bellingrath-Wednesday, Goodwyn-Thursday, Capitol Heights-Friday. Warning get ready to get y’all beat the F$#* High Schools Nxt Week IM SO READY.” 

                                                                                                  2

I woke up early because reading all the research really scared the heck out of me. I got on the bus. I sat down and relaxed because I needed to calm down. We stopped at the same stop sign where the accident happened and I looked out. I saw a little girl probably in here teens crying on the pavement. In the woods behind her I saw a shadow. I saw her look behind her and she screamed. The figure came out and it was a clown. It had a full colorful onesie colored with yellow, blue, red, and orange splattered with red blood. It’s mask looking like porcelain. The mask having a painted frown on it’s face. The red around the lips bright with color. The red around it’s eyes dark with horror. Two painted blue eyebrows on the mask down in sadness. The red traditional clown nose quiet with no sound.  

It honked its nose and hit her with it’s metal bat and she dropped to the floor. It put it’s hands under her armpits and dragged her into the woods. I froze in horror as a little girl was just dragged into the woods. I felt a surge of anxiety as the clown left leaving blood trails behind. I got more and more worried as it got closer to Halloween.

I couldn’t hold it back anymore I needed to tell my mom about these clowns. There is only 2 more days until Halloween and I needed to get my anxiety out. I got off the bus and ran inside. I searched for my mom. I found her in the kitchen. 

I told her everything about the clown sighting yesterday and the kidnapping today. I also, told her about how they might attack on Halloween.  Her face grew more and more terrified. If dad were here he would have gone to the stop sign and took care of the clowns. I wish he were here to know. 

My mom took me to a weapon shop near our school. I grabbed as many weapons as I could. We were ready for The Clown Purge. We bought a dagger, a machete, a shotgun, a handgun, and a swiss army knife. She drove home. If my dad were here we wouldn’t need weapons. He was so confident and brave. I got home and cut metal and boarded up the windows. I recharged and put new batteries in the security systems. We had to hurry tomorrow was Clown Day.  I was terrified to sleep because after sleep was death and mayhem. I put my knife next to my bed and fell asleep.

                                                                                               3

I got up early so the clowns couldn’t give any surprises. I looked outside about six times because I was nervous. I started feel like this was just a prank to scare us. I sat down on my bed. I relaxed a little. About, two minutes later I heard laughter outside my window. Like, a loud cackle from a witch. But, I immediately knew what it was. I looked outside my window and saw a killer clown laughing with a microphone in it’s hands. It had a yellow jumpsuit with it’s sleeves ripped off with a red and white sleeves under the jumpsuit. It had the classic red nose horn hanging off it’s nose. It had a painted white face and black streaks climbing down it’s eyes. The yellow jumpsuit having a little white collar ripped at the ends. It having black circles around it’s eyes. It had yellow rubber gloves on it’s hands. It having a slim red tie. It had black combat boots glimmering with steel. It having a red wig and a little red and yellow hat on it’s head. It having blood splatters on it’s jumpsuit and arms. It licking it’s knife to get rid of the blood. At last it spoke. It’s voiced cracked and sarcastic.

“ We just took over the United States. This ain't President Town it’s ClownTown now. I’m just warnin ya this is the official Clown Purge.” It said laughing hysterically and dancing around.

My heart started to race. Sirens blared the streets vibrating our house. I heard a knock at our door. I knew not to answer. I ran down and blocked the door. 

“ Little Piggies! Little Piggies! Let me in!” It said hitting the door with it’s hammer. 

The door vibrated with it’s force. The door cracked leaving a crack that looked like a J. It hit the door with such powerful force that the door gave in and their was a hole left in the door. My brother ran down and carried chairs to keep it stable. The clown reached it’s hands threw the hole and unlocked the door. The door alarms went off. The sound blaring and screechy. The clown screamed and covered its ears. 

“ I’ll go by the sliding door for the backyard so they don’t get in that way!” My brother screamed trying to get heard over the door alarm. 

“ Ok!” I said,

 The door alarm finally went off.

                                                                                                 4

 Silence for about two seconds. I heard multiple screams from outside. I heard knifes cutting back and forth into somebody’s abdomen. Mayhem has filled the streets nothing but chaos. I saw clowns fighting each other the stronger one winning and taking down the other. I saw people fight back on clowns only to get beaten and lay lifeless on the floor. I heard laughter and saw colors I never wanted to see again. I saw clowns on top of people choking them to death. 

 I couldn’t stand looking out the broken door and I looked back where my brother was just for me to find an empty room. I walked towards the kitchen and I found blood splatter on the corner of the counter and on the wall. I saw the the slider was open and I looked out and saw a clown dragging my brother is legs dragging against the jagged concrete. 

 It was wearing a black, red, and white jumpsuit. It having a pouch for its knife. Its jumpsuit having its left side of the jumpsuit striped with red and black. The stripes running all the way down to its calf. Its left arm having red and black polka dots running all the way up to its shoulder. It was about 6’4 and really strong. The right side of its body was polka dotted with its victims blood running all the way down to its calf. Its right arm striped with red and black running all the way up to the shoulder. It had a wrap-around collar that was splatter with blood. It had a clown mask with black hair sticking out of the sides of its head. The mask painted white. Its eyes yellow and soulless. The eyes having black circles around it. It’s mouth painted with a sinister smile. Black paint around the mouth outlining it’s sinister smile. It having black gloves. It having black combat boots with steel tips shining brightly.

I grabbed my metal bat and ran out of the house. I ran up to the clown which I did with ease for it was walking at a turtle pace. I swung it dropped my brother and caught the bat. It held the bat by its ribs which was easy for me to jab with the bat and hit it in the ribs. It grabbed its ribs in pain. I swung my bat at its knee and it dropped to the floor. I hit it in the head splitting its head open and its blood making a river down the stream. I grabbed my brother and put his arm over my shoulder and I dragged him back to our house. Trying to be as fast as I could not wanting to get slaughtered. 

                        5

I got inside and laid my brother on the tile. His legs were torn and ripped. His pants were ripped. Blood coming from his leg. Flesh showing. His head bashed in and bleeding. Blood trickling down his head. I put my ear to his heart afraid to know if he was alive or not. Nothing. No beat no sound. Silence. I cried. If only dad were here this would’ve never happened to him.  I got up I grabbed my knife. Sweat trickling down my face. My hair in my face from sweat. I saw the clown get up from the ground. Dragging its leg. I opened the slider. It got closer. I closed the slider. I took a step on the concrete. It at the gate of the fence. I took another step. I held my knife up. It opened the gate. It walked closer. We met face to face. I took a jab at the clown. It dodged and grabbed it and it held my wrist bending it back more and more. I heard slight cracks. I set my jaw trying to stop the screams. I tightened my fist and bended forward. My wrist no longer strong. 

I took a punch at it. It to slow to dodge. 

Its teeth bleeding. Its nose broken. It stumbled a little bit surprised at its new nose job. It tried to stab me. I grabbed the knife and twisted it towards its direction. I put force on the knife piercing into its stomach. It howled in pain. I drove the knife into it more and more. Its screams becoming louder. I pulled the knife out. It’s on the floor. Blood making our grass moist and colored. I wiped the knife on its clothes getting rid of the blood. My wrist limp. I walked back inside. Closing the slider. I locked it. I went into the living room and there stood two clowns. They looked identical. There clothes matching. The only difference were their gloves and weapons. 

The clowns were strong with muscles showing through there clothes. The first clown, had a mask that was plastic with a black elastic band holding the mask up on their face. The mask had very defined cheek bones. The eyes had little cut outs showing there stormy eyes. The mask had a painted on red nose. The mouth having a smile cut out with red paint around the cut out. The top of the eyes having little black dashes indicating that they have eyelashes. Black paint surrounding the eye sockets. Its outfit red, black, and white. Its suspenders red and ripping. Its suit pants black. There white dress shirt ripped with no sleeves. The shirt had blood splatter.

                                                                                                   6

They had a skinny black tie dangling from their neck. One of the clowns had black leather fingerless gloves with spikes at the knuckles. The other clown having leather fingerless glove with spikes on the knuckles. 

The clown that wore the white gloves had sharp shiny riddick blades ready to slice into me. The riddick blades having gold handles. The blade long and curved. The blade clean and ready to get dirty. 

The other clown with black gloves had a hatchet. The hatchet was short and perfect for it. The handle was a glazed wood that was a bright brown. It’s fingers clenched on the handle. The end of the blade sharpened to it’s pleasure. 

They waved at me. I was petrified. I ran into the kitchen as they chased after me. I grabbed my bat and I swung. I missed and the clown with the white gloves cut my forehead with its riddick blade. I screamed. The clown with the black gloves sliced his hatchet into my arm leaving a huge gash. The pain excruciating. I hit the clown with the riddick blades making it collapse. It holding its ribs in pain. I swung my bat again only to get hit in the head by the backend of the handle of the hatchet. I grabbed my head my hand covered in red blood. I screamed in pain. My mom ran down the steps with her shotgun ready. She reloaded her gun. The clown laughed for it thought she did not have the guts. She shot. Smoke behind the bullet. The metal bullet now in the clowns chest. It grabbing it’s chest. Blood sputtering from its mouth. It kneeling down in surprise. She reloaded the shells hitting the floor. She shot again this time hitting the clown in the neck. It laid still. The carpet stained with blood. She shot the other clown in the head ending it’s misery. She blew the smoke from her gun. I saw my brother awake and shivering on the couch for he did not want to see that side of mother. But that’s not what he was looking at he was looking at the closet where we store all the supplies for medicine and weapons. He pointed in fear. I followed his finger. I slowly picked my knife up. I walked over to the closet. I held up my knife. I slowly opened the closet. Their was a clown waving slowly for it has just been found. It lunged at me. I dodged and it ran into the couch hitting its chest. I grabbed it by the collar of its outfit and threw it to the ground. I had enough of this Clown Purge. I got on top of it and put my bat to its neck. Slowly pressing down on it choking it more and more.

                                                                                                  7

It gagging. It grabbed at my neck trying to choke me but I was too far to reach for it’s eyes were slowly closing. I pressed harder slightly breaking its neck. Its breathing slow and almost not there. I pressed really hard and broke its neck ending its misery. I got off of it. My arms tired from putting that restraint on it. I relaxed my arms. I grabbed my knife and saw my brother relaxing on the ground with his handgun beside him. I asked him to get up and he tried but collapsed back down. His legs were still wounded. The day was almost done for The Clown Purge was almost over. I sat down next to him. If only dad were here he would’ve never let this happen. I heard loud screams and realized it was my mom. She was in the kitchen. I ran over to the kitchen. My knife ready.      

    

  

                                   The Clown Purge

 I started packing up my room as my mother told me we were moving. I walked downstairs carrying my boxes. I set my boxes in our car. I closed the hatch and got in the car. I wasn’t happy where I was moving to. San Diego is not a place for me. It’s overpopulated and popular. Which means it’s known for problems. There is almost 25 crimes a day in San Diego. That’s a lot. I don’t trust overpopulated areas there's too many problems. Later did I know I was correct.

We finally arrived at our house in San Diego and I unpacked in my new room.  I’m doing this for my mom . I thought. We had to move here because our other job in Ohio didn’t give us a good pay and my father dying didn’t help. He got the better pay let us have a nice house but after he died my mom was struggling to keep the house. She couldn’t afford it because she was getting 30 dollars every 2 hours. I miss him so much. I remember him taking me to the pool in the backyard and he would carry me in the pool and I would think he had super strength but really it was the water making me 0 pounds. But, I miss his little lifts in the pool and his smile.  I loved him so much.

 After, I was done unpacking and my mom and brother were done unpacking I went downstairs to spend time with my mom. I turned on the News. I saw on the TV that this little boy that lived in Greenville, South Carolina was playing in his backyard saw 2 clowns wandering in the woods that spotted him and asked if he wanted to come with them to their house. The little boy saw a path to a abandoned house with boarded up windows and new security systems. The little boy told his mother and the mother told the police and the police investigated the house interviewing them on TV. I turned it off. 

“ Mom, we're fine it’s in South Carolina not San Diego.” I said calming her down. 

Mom’s face was covered in horror as she knew that later on it would not just be South Carolina. 

                                                                                                1

Today, was my first day of school. I wasn’t excited. My dad would probably give me a little knuckle to my hair and say you got this. That’s all I needed right now. He made me feel like I was on top of the world without him I’m to the ground without him. 

 I got on the bus for school today. I sat alone for I was nervous to make any interaction with other people right now. I started thinking about that clown sighting in South Carolina. Is it a hoax or is it real. The bus driver stopped at a stop sign. I looked outside the window for my eye caught a glimpse of a shadow. I looked out the window and I saw a tall man that had long fingers with white gloves on. He had a black hoodie and some jeans. He had a shiny bright object in his hand that looked almost like a knife but longer. He had something on his face...that was a clown mask. I started to freak out my eyes looking the other direction for it did not want to see no more. 

I looked behind the bus and the clown was running at the bus. Soon, slowing down for the bus was gone. 

I got off the bus and entered my house. 

 “ How was your day William?” My mom asked,

“ It was fine.” I said quickly before running up the stairs.

 I got out my computer and searched Clown Sightings. I found a lot of good stuff. I found out one of the killer clowns named Flomo Klown posted a lot of creepy stuff on his Facebook. That was pretty disturbing. Like, “ It’s going down tonight.” and “ I love kids.” Also, like “ Call us we want to play.” and “ See you at school.”  Some pretty disturbing stuff. I also, found out that they were supposedly going to attack on Halloween. That they were going to “play a little game.” All the evidence that they were going to attack on Halloween were all true and it gave me the chills. Also, I found out that some of the clowns were texting each other back in forth like Flomo Klown stating, “ I want to beat Mckee so bad Monday but they are so far away so here it is. Southlawn- Monday, Mckee-Tuesday, Bellingrath-Wednesday, Goodwyn-Thursday, Capitol Heights-Friday. Warning get ready to get y’all beat the F$#* High Schools Nxt Week IM SO READY.” 

                                                                                                  2

I woke up early because reading all the research really scared the heck out of me. I got on the bus. I sat down and relaxed because I needed to calm down. We stopped at the same stop sign where the accident happened and I looked out. I saw a little girl probably in here teens crying on the pavement. In the woods behind her I saw a shadow. I saw her look behind her and she screamed. The figure came out and it was a clown. It had a full colorful onesie colored with yellow, blue, red, and orange splattered with red blood. It’s mask looking like porcelain. The mask having a painted frown on it’s face. The red around the lips bright with color. The red around it’s eyes dark with horror. Two painted blue eyebrows on the mask down in sadness. The red traditional clown nose quiet with no sound.  

It honked its nose and hit her with it’s metal bat and she dropped to the floor. It put it’s hands under her armpits and dragged her into the woods. I froze in horror as a little girl was just dragged into the woods. I felt a surge of anxiety as the clown left leaving blood trails behind. I got more and more worried as it got closer to Halloween.

I couldn’t hold it back anymore I needed to tell my mom about these clowns. There is only 2 more days until Halloween and I needed to get my anxiety out. I got off the bus and ran inside. I searched for my mom. I found her in the kitchen. 

I told her everything about the clown sighting yesterday and the kidnapping today. I also, told her about how they might attack on Halloween.  Her face grew more and more terrified. If dad were here he would have gone to the stop sign and took care of the clowns. I wish he were here to know. 

My mom took me to a weapon shop near our school. I grabbed as many weapons as I could. We were ready for The Clown Purge. We bought a dagger, a machete, a shotgun, a handgun, and a swiss army knife. She drove home. If my dad were here we wouldn’t need weapons. He was so confident and brave. I got home and cut metal and boarded up the windows. I recharged and put new batteries in the security systems. We had to hurry tomorrow was Clown Day.  I was terrified to sleep because after sleep was death and mayhem. I put my knife next to my bed and fell asleep.

                                                                                               3

I got up early so the clowns couldn’t give any surprises. I looked outside about six times because I was nervous. I started feel like this was just a prank to scare us. I sat down on my bed. I relaxed a little. About, two minutes later I heard laughter outside my window. Like, a loud cackle from a witch. But, I immediately knew what it was. I looked outside my window and saw a killer clown laughing with a microphone in it’s hands. It had a yellow jumpsuit with it’s sleeves ripped off with a red and white sleeves under the jumpsuit. It had the classic red nose horn hanging off it’s nose. It had a painted white face and black streaks climbing down it’s eyes. The yellow jumpsuit having a little white collar ripped at the ends. It having black circles around it’s eyes. It had yellow rubber gloves on it’s hands. It having a slim red tie. It had black combat boots glimmering with steel. It having a red wig and a little red and yellow hat on it’s head. It having blood splatters on it’s jumpsuit and arms. It licking it’s knife to get rid of the blood. At last it spoke. It’s voiced cracked and sarcastic.

“ We just took over the United States. This ain't President Town it’s ClownTown now. I’m just warnin ya this is the official Clown Purge.” It said laughing hysterically and dancing around.

My heart started to race. Sirens blared the streets vibrating our house. I heard a knock at our door. I knew not to answer. I ran down and blocked the door. 

“ Little Piggies! Little Piggies! Let me in!” It said hitting the door with it’s hammer. 

The door vibrated with it’s force. The door cracked leaving a crack that looked like a J. It hit the door with such powerful force that the door gave in and their was a hole left in the door. My brother ran down and carried chairs to keep it stable. The clown reached it’s hands threw the hole and unlocked the door. The door alarms went off. The sound blaring and screechy. The clown screamed and covered its ears. 

“ I’ll go by the sliding door for the backyard so they don’t get in that way!” My brother screamed trying to get heard over the door alarm. 

“ Ok!” I said,

 The door alarm finally went off.

                                                                                                 4

 Silence for about two seconds. I heard multiple screams from outside. I heard knifes cutting back and forth into somebody’s abdomen. Mayhem has filled the streets nothing but chaos. I saw clowns fighting each other the stronger one winning and taking down the other. I saw people fight back on clowns only to get beaten and lay lifeless on the floor. I heard laughter and saw colors I never wanted to see again. I saw clowns on top of people choking them to death. 

 I couldn’t stand looking out the broken door and I looked back where my brother was just for me to find an empty room. I walked towards the kitchen and I found blood splatter on the corner of the counter and on the wall. I saw the the slider was open and I looked out and saw a clown dragging my brother is legs dragging against the jagged concrete. 

 It was wearing a black, red, and white jumpsuit. It having a pouch for its knife. Its jumpsuit having its left side of the jumpsuit striped with red and black. The stripes running all the way down to its calf. Its left arm having red and black polka dots running all the way up to its shoulder. It was about 6’4 and really strong. The right side of its body was polka dotted with its victims blood running all the way down to its calf. Its right arm striped with red and black running all the way up to the shoulder. It had a wrap-around collar that was splatter with blood. It had a clown mask with black hair sticking out of the sides of its head. The mask painted white. Its eyes yellow and soulless. The eyes having black circles around it. It’s mouth painted with a sinister smile. Black paint around the mouth outlining it’s sinister smile. It having black gloves. It having black combat boots with steel tips shining brightly.

I grabbed my metal bat and ran out of the house. I ran up to the clown which I did with ease for it was walking at a turtle pace. I swung it dropped my brother and caught the bat. It held the bat by its ribs which was easy for me to jab with the bat and hit it in the ribs. It grabbed its ribs in pain. I swung my bat at its knee and it dropped to the floor. I hit it in the head splitting its head open and its blood making a river down the stream. I grabbed my brother and put his arm over my shoulder and I dragged him back to our house. Trying to be as fast as I could not wanting to get slaughtered. 

                        5

I got inside and laid my brother on the tile. His legs were torn and ripped. His pants were ripped. Blood coming from his leg. Flesh showing. His head bashed in and bleeding. Blood trickling down his head. I put my ear to his heart afraid to know if he was alive or not. Nothing. No beat no sound. Silence. I cried. If only dad were here this would’ve never happened to him.  I got up I grabbed my knife. Sweat trickling down my face. My hair in my face from sweat. I saw the clown get up from the ground. Dragging its leg. I opened the slider. It got closer. I closed the slider. I took a step on the concrete. It at the gate of the fence. I took another step. I held my knife up. It opened the gate. It walked closer. We met face to face. I took a jab at the clown. It dodged and grabbed it and it held my wrist bending it back more and more. I heard slight cracks. I set my jaw trying to stop the screams. I tightened my fist and bended forward. My wrist no longer strong. 

I took a punch at it. It to slow to dodge. 

Its teeth bleeding. Its nose broken. It stumbled a little bit surprised at its new nose job. It tried to stab me. I grabbed the knife and twisted it towards its direction. I put force on the knife piercing into its stomach. It howled in pain. I drove the knife into it more and more. Its screams becoming louder. I pulled the knife out. It’s on the floor. Blood making our grass moist and colored. I wiped the knife on its clothes getting rid of the blood. My wrist limp. I walked back inside. Closing the slider. I locked it. I went into the living room and there stood two clowns. They looked identical. There clothes matching. The only difference were their gloves and weapons. 

The clowns were strong with muscles showing through there clothes. The first clown, had a mask that was plastic with a black elastic band holding the mask up on their face. The mask had very defined cheek bones. The eyes had little cut outs showing there stormy eyes. The mask had a painted on red nose. The mouth having a smile cut out with red paint around the cut out. The top of the eyes having little black dashes indicating that they have eyelashes. Black paint surrounding the eye sockets. Its outfit red, black, and white. Its suspenders red and ripping. Its suit pants black. There white dress shirt ripped with no sleeves. The shirt had blood splatter.

                                                                                                   6

They had a skinny black tie dangling from their neck. One of the clowns had black leather fingerless gloves with spikes at the knuckles. The other clown having leather fingerless glove with spikes on the knuckles. 

The clown that wore the white gloves had sharp shiny riddick blades ready to slice into me. The riddick blades having gold handles. The blade long and curved. The blade clean and ready to get dirty. 

The other clown with black gloves had a hatchet. The hatchet was short and perfect for it. The handle was a glazed wood that was a bright brown. It’s fingers clenched on the handle. The end of the blade sharpened to it’s pleasure. 

They waved at me. I was petrified. I ran into the kitchen as they chased after me. I grabbed my bat and I swung. I missed and the clown with the white gloves cut my forehead with its riddick blade. I screamed. The clown with the black gloves sliced his hatchet into my arm leaving a huge gash. The pain excruciating. I hit the clown with the riddick blades making it collapse. It holding its ribs in pain. I swung my bat again only to get hit in the head by the backend of the handle of the hatchet. I grabbed my head my hand covered in red blood. I screamed in pain. My mom ran down the steps with her shotgun ready. She reloaded her gun. The clown laughed for it thought she did not have the guts. She shot. Smoke behind the bullet. The metal bullet now in the clowns chest. It grabbing it’s chest. Blood sputtering from its mouth. It kneeling down in surprise. She reloaded the shells hitting the floor. She shot again this time hitting the clown in the neck. It laid still. The carpet stained with blood. She shot the other clown in the head ending it’s misery. She blew the smoke from her gun. I saw my brother awake and shivering on the couch for he did not want to see that side of mother. But that’s not what he was looking at he was looking at the closet where we store all the supplies for medicine and weapons. He pointed in fear. I followed his finger. I slowly picked my knife up. I walked over to the closet. I held up my knife. I slowly opened the closet. Their was a clown waving slowly for it has just been found. It lunged at me. I dodged and it ran into the couch hitting its chest. I grabbed it by the collar of its outfit and threw it to the ground. I had enough of this Clown Purge. I got on top of it and put my bat to its neck. Slowly pressing down on it choking it more and more.

                                                                                                  7

It gagging. It grabbed at my neck trying to choke me but I was too far to reach for it’s eyes were slowly closing. I pressed harder slightly breaking its neck. Its breathing slow and almost not there. I pressed really hard and broke its neck ending its misery. I got off of it. My arms tired from putting that restraint on it. I relaxed my arms. I grabbed my knife and saw my brother relaxing on the ground with his handgun beside him. I asked him to get up and he tried but collapsed back down. His legs were still wounded. The day was almost done for The Clown Purge was almost over. I sat down next to him. If only dad were here he would’ve never let this happen. I heard loud screams and realized it was my mom. She was in the kitchen. I ran over to the kitchen. My knife ready.