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Fear: Ch. 12In a single moment of panic, my brain sunk under.

I'm dreaming. Drake is in the living room with Roscoe and Adrian is on the couch, sipping coffee. There is no fucked up clown in my kitchen. There is no Stan Peters.

But the clown had just spoken, saying my name slowly as though tasting it. This was real. I was going to die.

I felt my back touch the wall, not even registering my body's movement. I opened my mouth to speak, but only a chocked whimper emerged. My eyes fell on the butcher knife lying on the table in the center of the room. He and I were equidistant from the weapon.

I moved without rational thought, going for it.

And then he

Fear: Ch. 11A cheerful tune was ringing through the air.

Marter Street had been quiet up until then. I'd broke from the woods approximately five minutes after leaving Drake. His house was the only one on this particular street, and I'd already raided it for a land-line phone. Upon my arrival, I'd stared in horror at the sight of the phone, which had been ripped from the wall, rendered useless.

But I hadn't stuck around.

So now, after minutes of complete silence, the music started. It was a familiar jingle played by ice cream trucks or children's toys. Or carnivals.

I look back over my shoulder at the source of the noise to find nothing. An empty stre

Fear: Ch. 10I hit the ground face down, hard.

I groaned as my head spun from the impact, and my whole being felt disoriented. I laid there motionless for a moment, but then I remembered where I was, and who I was trying to get away from.

I sat up, horrorstruck as I spotted the body, only feet away from me. Upon impact, my foot had sunk into soft skin, so I knew it was no tree branch.

I sucked in a breath and scrambled over to the dark heap. My face and palms stung from scraping the ground, but all of the pain subsided when I grabbed the shoulder and faced the motionless figure to me.

I gasped. It was Drake.

He was hardly recognizable. His handsome f

Fear: Ch. 9My heavy footsteps were muffled by a layer of soggy leaves that coated the ground. My breath seemed to be challenging the wind, escaping me in quick bursts. My heart was hammering behind my ribcage and I didn't even know how long I'd been running.

The trees around me, dark sentries coated in heavy nightfall, were tall and looming. Their jagged branches intertwined with one another, creating a large, thick canopy of decaying brown leaves. A canopy thick enough to block out the moon.

I'd taken a detour off of the main road about 10 minutes ago. Lucky enough to come upon a familiar wooded trail, I'd sprinted into the forest for cover.

Now I w

Fear: Ch. 8For a moment, he stood there grinning at me.

His face was an oval moon, slashed through with blood red paint that formed a hideous smile. The hair that sprouted from his head in all directions was the color of a burning house. His eyes were hollow pits, ringed in black makeup that ran down his face to form a sharp point on either side of his wide, blood-colored lips. The only thing missing from his face was a red clown nose.

Roscoe's "toy".

He wore a clown costume- nothing like the one Drake had sported- with a flowery collar and loose, baggy sleeves. Ironically, it was patterned in polka dots and rainbows.

But despite his bone-chillingly

Fear Ch. 7"No…"

Standing in Drake's living room, I saw that he was no where to be found. This wasn't a joke, or a prank, because the blood that was splattered all along the floors and couch wasn't fake.

It didn't smell it, anyway.

I looked around, scanning anywhere for the boy- or for the bastard who had done this. The hairs on the back of neck stood up like spines on a cactus. I reached to cease the chill as I slowly stepped over the kitchen threshold. There was no blood here, just stark white countertops, which was as creepy all the same.

Everything was suddenly too quiet.

I glanced over my shoulder. The door is right there. You'll be fine.

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*shadowyzman Jun 17, 2011 Professional Digital Artist

You look good in glasses

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*Kelly-ART Jun 18, 2011 Student Traditional Artist

Thank you^^

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*shadowyzman Jun 18, 2011 Professional Digital Artist

Anytime!

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~ErikaSanchezA Apr 16, 2011 Student Traditional Artist

MINE!!! defiantly .... my sexy beast

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*Kelly-ART Apr 16, 2011 Student Traditional Artist

aww, okay this one is yours

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~ErikaSanchezA Apr 16, 2011 Student Traditional Artist

hahaha

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*Kelly-ART Apr 16, 2011 Student Traditional Artist

Oh, baby. haha

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~ErikaSanchezA Apr 16, 2011 Student Traditional Artist

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