posted on Oct, 12 2009 @ 04:42 PM
The Halloween party was more of a disappointment than Rachel could have imagined. Brad had not even come to the party, and his presence was the only
reason she had accepted the invitation. The other party goers were dressed in costumes and she was one of only a handful that thought wearing a
costume was too childish. Now she and the other humans stood out more than the werewolves and zombies ever could. The music was so loud that
conversation was broken at best. The drinks were free flowing, but she wasn’t in the mood to drink. That didn’t stop anyone else, though. She
had already seen two people vomiting and it was only 10:30. Even the decorations reminded her of something more appropriate at a Junior High dance.
There were black and orange crepe paper streamers all joining in the center of the room. Purple balloons filled with helium bobbed around the room
with curly black ribbons hanging low enough to touch your face and make you think of spider webs. The only lighting came from red light bulbs and
strobe lights that made everything look disconnected and bloody. All things considered, she should have stayed home and started the English paper her
professor wanted next week.
Rachel saw her roommate grinding against some unknown guy on the makeshift dance floor. She was dressed as a fairy, if there was ever a fairy
dedicated to sadomasochism, that is. Rachel couldn’t tell what the guy was supposed to be, but he had green hair. She waited until the song faded
into another, slower rhythm and approached the groping couple.
“Hey, I’m ready to get out of here. How about you?” Rachel registered the look of shock on Mandy’s face. She guessed that Mandy had been
having a far better time than her.
“NO! We can’t go, yet! The party is barely getting started.” Then she pulled out the big guns. “Brad will be here any minute.” Mandy
knew that Rachel wanted to see him badly. They had only been on a few dates, but there was a connection between them. It felt like the first
possibility of a relationship since starting college.
Mr. green hair broke in. “Let her go, love, she looks miserable. I can make sure you get back to the dorm safely.” Rachel now noticed why
Mandy was so reluctant to leave. This guy was really cute and had a sexy accent to boot.
“Are you sure? You’re going to be stranded if he falls through, because I’m going to be buried in that paper.” She knew the answer before
Mandy’s squeal of yes.
Rachel walked to the closet to retrieve her jacket. As she slid into it she looked across the room and out the side _ She stopped with only
one arm inside and tried to make sense of what she was seeing. Through the strobing lights and the dancing bodies she saw what looked like the
world’s most twisted clown, standing just outside the _ The mask looked old and dirty. It had the classic white face paint, but it was
peeling in places, letting the grey latex show through. The eyes were bright blue triangles with tufts of orange hair for eyebrows. Through the eye
openings, Rachel could tell that the wearer had gone to the extra lengths to wear a pair of those cat eye contacts. The yellow stood out in bright
contrast. There was the big red ball of a nose perched above the place the smile should have been. Instead, there was a gaping hole in the bottom of
the mask. Through it, you could see some type of prosthetic teeth that looked like they were modeled after a Great White shark. Rachel barely had
time to register the hobo like clothes before her view was blocked by a pair of slow dancers. As they passed, the clown was gone and only the
reflection of the strobe lights could be seen in the _ Rachel wondered briefly why this freak wasn’t inside at the party. He would take the
best costume award for sure.
She finished buttoning the jacket and walked outside into the cool night air. It took her a few minutes to remember where her car was parked. When
she saw it near the most lighted corner of the block, she breathed a sigh of relief and started swiftly walking towards it. She kept glancing over
her shoulder back at the house. At the side of the house she saw what looked like a sheet someone had left there. For some reason, it made her
Making it to her car, Rachel jumped in and locked the doors. She wasn’t normally this edgy, but she couldn’t shake a feeling of being watched.
She turned over the ignition and the little car came to life. After the heater was adjusted to full blast, she eased away from the curb. She relaxed
as she put distance between her and the party, and turned on the radio to some old country classics station. All along the neighborhood roads, Rachel
saw a few straggling trick-or-treaters, mostly teenagers due to the late hour. She drove slowly down the center of the road, avoiding the rows of
parked cars on either side. Each a coach for the drunken ghouls that would later leave their parties and try to make their way home. Rachel slammed
on her brakes, when from only twenty feet in front of her, a figure stepped from between two parked cars. She had been going slowly enough that she
was able to stop, but the sudden reduction in speed made her seatbelt clinch tight on her chest and take her breath away. While gasping for air and
brushing the hair out of her eyes she froze. The clown stood in front of her. He leaned over and put his hands on the hood. More details of the
costume popped out at her. The clown’s hair was not the usual multi-colored do. Instead it was coal black, long and unkempt. There were bits and
pieces of leaves stuck in it. The shirt and jacket were not in much better shape. There were worn spots and rips, stains and filth. The shirt was
untucked, but Rachel could tell that the body underneath was extremely thin. The clown’s hands were emaciated with huge knuckles and jagged fake
nails attached to the tip of each finger. They, too, were covered in grime.
Rachel put the transmission in reverse without thinking about it. As she backed the car away from the clown, a sickeningly long tongue snaked out
of his mouth and left a snail trail of slime over his chin. She heard the horn blare behind her in just enough time to avoid colliding with the pick
up truck behind her. When she looked back to the road, the clown was gone. She sat perfectly still until the truck was again laying on the horn.
Again she began to ease forward.
Rachel couldn’t believe what she had seen. There was no way the clown could have traveled the three blocks that she had, in the same amount of
time, on foot. There was also no way that two people would have been wearing a costume like that. Not only was it terrible, it was completely unique
in it’s customization. As she left the neighborhood for the highway, she had convinced herself that it must have been a different clown costume and
her mind had played tricks on her from being so freaked out earlier. It was the only account that made sense. Rachel was vehemently opposed to being
crazy, but it was at least an explanation she could logically understand.
A few miles down the highway, she had relaxed again and was making peace with her hallucination. There were few other cars out that night, but the
one behind her was approaching fast. Thoughts of all the drinking and driving accident films she was shown in high school caused her to ease off of
her gas pedal. She would let them pass. The car realized her intentions and sped up even faster. They smoothly negotiated into the other lane.
Then as the car pulled parallel to her, it braked to match her pace.
Rachel looked over to see what the guys problem was, and was horrified that the clown’s face again stared back at her. He held something up to the
passenger’s side window of the car. It was small and square and eventually Rachel realized it was a photograph.
Not being able to stand this anymore, Rachel pulled into a brightly lit diner on the side of the road. The lot was full of big trucks as well as a
few sedans. There were even a few guys standing around outside one of the rigs drinking from Styrofoam cups. The car carrying the clown sped past
and never even slowed down. Rachel cursed herself for not remembering to see what type of car it had been. It didn’t matter much, though, because
there was no way she would be calling the police and telling them her story. They would think she had been on a cocktail of drugs all night. When
they realized that she was judge sober, the next thought would be mental illness. It was alright for Rachel to doubt her own sanity, but the thought
of other’s doing the same thing was unbearable. Instead she would go inside the diner, call Mandy and hear how much fun she was having, and most
importantly, let the clown get miles ahead before she returned to the road.
After a strong cup of coffee, and several failed attempts at calling Mandy’s cell phone, Rachel decided it was safe to make the two mile trip to
the dorm. Even if something weird were to happen, she would only be minutes from home, and there were always people milling around there.
Rachel walked cautiously back to her car, got in, and locked the locks again. As she pulled the vehicle back onto the blacktop, she tried again to
make sense of all that had happened. There was just no sense to be made of it. There was no way that damned clown could have been in all the places
she had seen him. Maybe there had been more in the glass of punch she had at the party than she knew. It was possible that someone had spiked it
with some type of drug. Rachel didn’t believe that seeing the demented clown would be the only effect from being drugged, though.
She tried again to remember what type of car he had been driving. Maybe it was one of the parked cars that he had stepped from between earlier. It
would make more sense of the timing if he had driven there, but not how he was able to know where she would be. He could have guessed which direction
she was heading, as most of the people at the party were from the college, but there were several streets that could have taken her to the highway.
Recollection dawned on Rachel’s face as she was reliving the details of the night. The knowledge that came to her was so profound that she stopped
pushing the gas pedal with her foot and didn’t realize it. When she had been leaving the party, Mandy had tried to tell her that Brad would be
there any minute. She must have spoken to him in order to know that. She was, after all, how she had been introduced to Brad. They were good
friends. Now she remembered that Mandy had even helped him decide what costume to wear tonight. Mandy had said that he had the perfect tall build
for a mummy. When Brad protested that it was to late to try and buy a costume, Mandy had given him an old white sheet to tear into strips and wrap
around himself. She told him to make sure and get it good and dirty first.
As the next two thoughts connected in her head, she braked the car to a full stop in the middle of the highway. There had been what looked like a
pilled up sheet, laying on the ground outside the party. It would have been directly under the window that Rachel had first seen the clown peering at
her. She also realized that the photograph that the clown had tried to show her, was one of her. It was the same photo that Brad had teasingly
stolen from her on their last date. He had vowed to carry it in his wallet to show her off to his friends.
The first tear spilled from her eyes for Brad as she looked into the rearview mirror and saw the clown sitting in the backseat. He was only inches
from her and grabbed her by the hair as she started to scream. When he pulled her over into the backseat, the car slowly idled off of the road and
into a ditch. As she landed, half in the floor and half on the seat, she grabbed two handfuls of the matted hair and pulled. There was no reaction
in the mask face. She clawed at the monstrosity and the latex pulled away. As she stared into a face born of evil, she knew that the yellow cat eyes
had not been expensive contact lenses. They were real organs of a face that was misshapen. They were surrounded by rotting flesh that pulsed with
what seemed to be thick liquid barely contained underneath it. As he ripped away her blouse and bra, opening her skin at the same time, she knew that
the claw tipped fingers were not glued on, but natural growths from the cold, crawling tissue of his fingers. As he pinned her still with iron
strength and began raping her, she knew that no clown, real or costumed, had ever had such unearthly strength or could cause such ripping pains deep
within her body. While she heard her own insane screams in her ears and felt him bite into the soft flesh of her neck, she knew that the shark teeth
were completely his own. As her hot blood soaked them both, taking with it her life, her pain and consciousness ebbed. Her last thought, as her body
was ravaged with one depraved act after another, was a strange one. She wondered what the monster was going to be for Halloween next year.