I glanced out the sweating window,smothered with rain which flooded the town last night through a dangerous storm. As 9 year old curiosity got the best of me. Sprouting through my mask. With the sheriff as my Uncle I had no choice but to mask my face. It took someone or something special to make me react.
Thunder rolled through the town. The small houses shivered,their light blinking to life. Candles seemed to rule the window sills as they flickered back and forth. A scream ripped through the town scarring every house with deaf ears. Glass shattered.
My Uncle jumped down the stairs leaping the stairs he shrieked at me
“Mavis someone's in danger!”
I replied straight faced “Like I don’t know, you always do you seem to make it first priority”
My Uncle stopped in his place “ What do you mean?”
I replied my mask seemingly peeling off my face.
“You never spend time with me you’re always running off to save other people...I sometimes feel like I don’t even have a Uncle,it feels more that live with a sheriff.”I stuttered.
He kept on looking from the door to me
“Every since my dad died I’ve been staying with you he said you’d care for and look after me but you’re not doing any of that! You’re taking more care of the town more then your own blood! More then your own brothers daughter!”
His eyes welled up he ran outside. He ran to the house across the street. I climbed into bed. Thump. Thump. Thump. Suddenly CRASH! My eyes erupted with fear as the blew open like a breeze. The most oddest thing appeared. Big....Red...Shoes.
Then out came a clown singing “hush little prisoner don’t say a word because your little screams won’t be heard, and if your heard we’ll make you cry at least its better then having you die” I gulped screaming .
“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” I roared
The clown giggled. A giggle burst from the depths of his hideosity or was it a her? Reality gripped me as they bound my hands and legs followed by my eyes. The ride was bumpy my heart was cradled by fear. A gut wrenching feeling spewed through me body which had already been infected with goosebumps. The ride came to a stop. A gloved hand yanked at my head. I was left in a room where sound was all I could hear. Or was it?...
