School sucked as usual.' I threw my book bag down by the front door and slipped off my shoes.

'Luckily it's Friday so I do these to deal with anyone tomorrow.' I thought to myself as I trudged to my room. It was cozy. Perfect for a girl who doesn't leave very often. I flopped on the bed and laid stretched out for a bit, closing my eyes. I let the pain in my head go down to a numbing thumping before I oped my eyes again.

My room was really dark. All that could be seen were the slivers of the moons light shining through my curtains.

'Wow was I really out that long?' I shrugged and stood from my bed and walking out the door of my room, but I stopped just outside. Something felt off, I had an eerie sensation wash over me. I clang from the kitchen drew me out of my fright.

"Mom?" I questioned. And slowly walked to the kitchen. I peeked my head around the corner and gasped, falling backward.

"I'm dreaming, I'm so dreaming." I quietly mumbled to myself. It was then I realized that the noise had stopped. Tears threatened to spill down my face from the fear that I felt. I crawled slowly over to the corner and peeked around and screamed.

In my face was a clown, but not your slandered funny goofy looking clown. This one had a mangy orange mop of hair stuck on his head, this makeup was smudged and melted, almost looking like his face was melting off. Blood splattered his clothing, and he sported a pair of blood stained hedge trimmers.

Suddenly a large bring that's spread from ear to ear appeared on his face. He laughed loudly and manically be fore standing from his crouching position. I threw my hands over my ears and started to back away, scooting along the carpet.

"YOU WANNA PLAY! COME ON LETS PLAY!" He yelled as he lifted the hedge trimmers high above his head and ran to me, I jumped up screaming and running to the closest room to me, which was the bathroom. I ran in and slammed the door and locked it before he could get in. The knob shook and the door banged loudly in its hinges.

"HEY GIRLY! HAHAHAHAHA! I HAVE BALLOONS! WANNA MAKE BALLOON ANIMALS WITH ME?" He yelled through the door.

I just huddled back to the furthest wall possible, afraid at any moment he was going to knock down the door. This is when I realized, what about my parents? Oh god, the blood all over him. Oh god no!

Tears trailed down my face as I realized I was never gonna see my parents again.I could hear him yelling profanities in his squeaky voice. I looked around for some kind of weapon. All there was was a toilet bowl cleaner. Ew, but I grabbed it anyway. This is when I realized the door had stopped banging and the door knob no longer shook.

'Was he gone?' I didn't want to find out. I slid down the wall into the floor, clutching my weapon close to me. I'll wait, I'll wait, all night if I have to. And hats were I stayed all night, my eyes never leaving that door.

I opened my eyes, had I fallen asleep? The sun shown brightly threw the small window above me. I looked over at the door that was still closed. I got up slowly, back aching from the position I had slept in all night. I held tightly the object in my hand and gently twisted the knob. I opened the door and, nothing. I breathed a sigh of relief, and made my way down the hall. Cautious of everything. I heard people talking from the living room.

'My parents!' I thought and ran down the hall. Only to stop when I say the police. I have never felt happier. Until a gun was pointed at my face.

"Drop the weapon!" He yelled, as the other cops that were there held there guns to me. I tilted my head.

"Look there's been a murder some guy.." I reached up to my head to scratch it, and felt a liquid of some sort. I pulled back my hand and saw blood. I panicked and looked at my other hand and saw me grasping hedge clippers. I dropped them and looked down at my blood soaked body.

"No no no.." I muttered as I back up into a corner and slid down the wall.

'This can't be happening this can't be happening..' I thought to myself as I pulled my legs to my cheats and cried. Once I lifted my head, I was back in my room. The clock read 4:45. A little more then an hour after I got out of school? I sat up and touched my head and body. No blood.

"It was a dream." I sighed and flopped back on the bed. That was horrible.