Crazy Smile

Imagine that the main character of this short fiction slash horror slash thriller story is a boy.

It was almost 11:00 on the cold night of December when I was walking alone on the road. It was after I finished furnishing our thesis from a computer shop because I don't have a laptop. My parents know that I will be going home late. I can still remember how frightening to walk alone in the way, but I just keep on walking fast to reach our house as soon as possible, which is only a hundred meters away from where I was standing from that moment.

I can hear nothing but Christmas songs. For me not to get fear from being alone in the road, I followed singing it. It's only about ten more houses before I reach our little house when I get stumbled because of a protruding rock on the road. As I get up, I saw a man in front of me with a twisted mask on his face and wearing a clown's gown. Before he could hurt me using the metal pipe he is holding, I immediately kick his private part and start running.

But, it's like the moment was destined to go slow. I can hear a deafening silence. I really feel terrified because of that scene. I was scared if my breathing has stopped, too. I don't know if it is just an illusion, but it feels like his face is all over the place. I heard him shouting. He had a low scary voice and sounds like a serial killer, which weakens my knees. When I finally reached the door of our house, I quickly twist it to get inside. I am lucky because it is not yet locked.

I was still catching my breath when I see my parents sitting on our sofa while watching their favorite drama. When they finally notice my presence, they look at me and ask why I looked like I saw a ghost outside. I don't know why, but instead of directly answering their question, I just said, "you better watch out, you better remain silent, you better keep moving fast, or else you'll get caught by the hands of Kumaw."

They laugh as if it was the lamest joke ever. Little did they know, someone is wandering outside and waiting for a victim. I came looking at the window pane to see if the creepy man is still lingering, and to my surprise, he is there outside looking at me with an eye to eye contact. I see him grin. By that time, his mask wasn't on his face. I felt goosebump as he keeps walking towards the window. In just a snap, I saw a truck coming on his way. Before he can break the window, he was hit by the truck. What happened to that crazy clown or whatever it is, is something I don't even want to know. I slap my face to see if it is just a dream, but I was hurt. That's the time I confirmed that it was a real nightmare.

Word prompts used: Dream, Twisted, Silent, Terrify, Cold.