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Cinders the Clown - Non Yugioh (scary)


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Chapter 1

 

"Son, are you ready for your birthday!"

"Yeah Dad, I can't wait!"

I was 10, going on eleven when it happened. I was a young boy, wondering about the world and how it worked. I was pretty much normal, you know, going bike rides, making dens, that sort of stuff. My father, Alex, was a caring man. He smoked a lot however. The smell of his breath wreaked of smoke. Today was the 22nd of January, my birthday, and there would be a clown there.

 

"Son, get ready, we are going in five minutes"

"Ok Dad, just let me get my bag!"

We got in the car, and drove off to the big fun house where I was to recieve my gifts and things etc.

 

We arrived, and all of my friends were there.

"Son, I am going home now, I will see you at 10. Ok?"

"Sure Dad, see you soon"

 

Well, I didn't see him. Not for a long time.

 

"Ding dong".

It was the Door Bell. I ran too see who it was.

"HEY KIDS!"

"Oh god, a clown." Said my older brother.

"So, who likes Balloon Animals!"

Various kids between the ages of five and six screamed for joy. They actually loved this guy. Personally, clowns creep me out.

 

After 3 hours of the clown dancing around and telling weak jokes, it was finally time to go home. I was waiting outside for my Dad to come adn pick me up.

I watched the road for my Dad's car, but he didn't come. It wasn't like him to be late....

 

I ran home as fast as I could, wondering where the hell he was, and why he was so late. I eventually got to the house, and I was tired (from all that running obviously). I opened the door to my house. I almost died of shock when I opened the door...

 

"HELP! GET THE DAMN FIRE BRIGADE!" My house was in flames, with my Dad in the middle of it. He was dead. I crawled across the street wondering how, and who started that fire. I ran crying to my neighbours across the street to tell them what happened. Police and the Fire Service put out the flames and blocked off the house. I ran out back into the street. I saw my Dad being taken away on a stretcher. I broke down crying.

"Son, don't cry"

It was that clown from the party.

"What the hell do you want, get lost!"

"I can help you. I, once also had the same experience."

"Your lying!"

He showed me his right hand. Burn wounds all over it.

"Please. I can help you."

I lay there, wondering what could this clown do for me...

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