The Clown Not A Man

The Clown Not A Man                     👀👻👺

👀It was a typical autumn evening when I encountered the clown. I was walking back from the local pub and had decided to take a shortcut through the park. The park was usually quiet at night, but that night was different. The air was thick with an eerie silence that sent shivers down my spine. The park seemed darker than usual, and I could barely see the path ahead.

👻Suddenly, I saw a figure lurking in the shadows. As I got closer, I could see that it was a clown. He wore a brightly coloured jumpsuit and had a grotesque painted smile on his face. He was holding a balloon, and it looked like he was waiting for someone.

👽I tried to walk past him, but he stepped in front of me, blocking my path. His smile widened, revealing sharp, yellowed teeth. His eyes seemed to glow in the darkness.

👀"Hello, friend," he said in a voice that was too cheerful for the situation. "Would you like a balloon?"

👺I backed away, feeling a growing sense of unease. "No, thank you," I said, my voice shaking.

👾The clown stepped closer, and I could smell his rancid breath. "Are you afraid of clowns, friend?" he asked.

I nodded, too scared to speak.

💩The clown's smile disappeared, and his face contorted into a look of rage. "I am not a man," he hissed. "I am a demon, and I feed on fear."

😈I turned and ran, my heart pounding in my chest. I could hear the clown's maniacal laughter echoing through the park as I fled.

💀For weeks after that encounter, I couldn't shake the feeling that the clown was still watching me. I would catch glimpses of him out of the corner of my eye, and his laughter would haunt my dreams.

😏One night, as I was walking home from work, I saw the clown waiting for me. This time, he was surrounded by a group of other clowns, all with the same twisted smiles and glowing eyes.

👹I tried to run, but they caught me. They dragged me into the darkness, and I felt their hands on me, their laughter filling my ears.

I never saw the light of day again.

💢So beware, my friends, of the clown not a man. He is a demon, and he feeds on fear. And once he has you in his grasp, there is no escape.

BlueMoon:- N.M Khan