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She Was Only A Clown Chapter 35

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SHE WAS ONLY A CLOWN is a special serialized novella presented in weekly installments every Saturday. Click here to read chapter 1, click here to read chapter 2, click here to read chapter 3, click here to read chapter 4, click here to read chapter 5, click here to read chapters 6 an 7, click here to read chapters 8 and 9, click here to read chapters 10 and 11, click here to read chapters 12 thru 14, click here to read chapters 15 and 16, click here to read chapters 17 and 18, click here to read chapters 19 thru 21, click here to read chapters 22 and 23, click here to read chapters 24 and 25, click here to read chapters 26 and 27, click here to read chapters 28 and 29, click here to read chapters 30 thru 32 and click here to read chapters 33 and 34.

chapter 35

“You were right. We’re not really here,” Elwood’s head said.

Kiana stood, eyes wide, queer look on her face. “Huh?”

Elwood’s arms crawled over to his torso and popped themselves back on as though they were toy soldier limbs. He grabbed his head and set it on his neck before climbing back onto his lower body. Then he stood, bloody and crooked, but whole.

“This is a projection. This room. This nightmare, Mandee, us. The whole thing is just a psychic manifestation.”

The Mandee beast roared again and swiped its claws at Elwood but he casually ducked out of the way and walked back to where Kiana stood as though dodging nothing more than an annoying wasp.

“Come on. We’ve got to go,” he said, grabbing his female companion by the hand.

“W-what about that?” she said, pointing her ax at the beast looming above them.

Black spikes erupted from Mandee’s exposed flesh. Whip like tendrils emerged from her eye sockets. It was doing its best to look as menacing and terrifying as possible.

Elwood was unfazed.

“Remember when you said you turned the ice pick on your own face but couldn’t feel anything? It got me thinking. This thing, this alien was able to show me whole other worlds and I felt like I was really there. It made me re-live the worst moment of my life, the suicide of my uncle that I caused. But how could I be in all of those places when I’m really standing outside in the woods? How could you really be here when you’re out there with me? No, none of this is real. Watch.”

With that, Elwood faced the towering horror blocking his path. “If it can make itself big and scary and do all of these horrible things to us, why can’t we do horrible things right back?”

One of the Mandee-thing’s huge hands slashed out, meaning to decapitate Elwood all over again but Elwood effortlessly side-stepped the swing with preternatural speed. He grabbed hold of it and concentrated. After several seconds the Mandee-beast screamed in pain and smoke rose from the wrist of the huge claw as Elwood’s hand began to glow red. The claw caught fire and melted off at the wrist, falling to the floor, smoldering. The Mandee-beast recoiled the huge arm. Elwood looked back at Kiana and smirked. “That’s what I thought.”

She watched him, shocked at his newfound abilities. Then she saw the tendrils in Mandee’s eyes dart out like striking snakes toward him. “Elwood!”

Before he could react, the tendrils wound around his arms, pinning them to his sides. The vaginal tongue slimed up his leg and then slowly coiled around his neck, choking off his air supply.

But Elwood only struggled for a moment. He opened his mouth. His teeth elongated and became huge shark-like fangs. He leaned over and effortlessly bit through the eye-tendrils and the vagina-tongue in one enormous bite.

“You are no one! You are nothing!” the beast said from a new mouth grown in place of its severed hand on the mutilated wrist of its breast-arm. “What do you hope to accomplish, mortal? Swine? I am forever. I am everything! I am everywhere!”

“C’mon, let’s get outta here,” Elwood said, his voice distorted from the size of his mouth and huge fangs. Ignoring the twisted monster screaming at him, he turned back to face Kiana. “We’ve got work to do.”

Kiana shook her head. “I-I Don’t think I should leave.”

Elwood looked on, astonished. “What are you saying? You just asked me to rescue you. I AM rescuing you! We have to leave now before it’s too late! It doesn’t really know we’re here yet. I’ve felt its true gaze. This monster it created from Mandee’s body is like scratching an itch. Unconscious. Just an automatic response to me invading your nightmare. But if it devotes any more of its attention to us, it will trap us inside your nightmare forever!”

“I can’t,” Mandee whimpered. “Just leave me. I deserve this. There ain’t no good in me. I ain’t good at all.”

The Mandee-beast cackled behind them. “She’s not like you, Elwood,” it said, green blood oozing from its new wrist-mouth. “Not as dense, stupid. She knows her place! Knows she belongs to me! I underestimated how… hopeful you were. I would never have probed your mind and folded you into my multitude if I’d known there lay such a spark of defiance inside you still. It tastes… rotten.”

Elwood grunted in frustration, finally giving in to the beast’s taunts. He turned, confronting the writhing corpse and all its awful appendages.

Screaming, he ran toward the beast. As he did so, his arms split in two and each of his now four hands elongated to sword-like points. He charged headlong into the claws, mouths and whipping tendrils, flailing and chopping, lobbing off hunks of monster flesh in a black and green blur until the Mandee-thing lay in ruin, just chunks of twitching meat.

“It’s right, Elwood. Just go. Why’d you even come here? I’m all bad news.”

“Stop it!” Elwood screamed. “We’re going now!”

Kiana wasn’t having it. As Elwood moved forward to compel her, she took a step back, shaking her head.

And then the twitching pieces of meat started to laugh. Each bloody bit grew a mouth, tittering and jeering in unison. “She will be your end, Elwood. Your undoing. Trust in her and you shall taste bitter defeat as sure as sunshine.”

“You’re better off without me,” Kiana added. “Thank you for trying but… I’m not your hero.”

“She’s not your hero, Elwoooooood!” the chunks mocked, falling into more mean-spirited laughter.

Elwood shook his head. “I will not leave without you. I–”

THERE YOU ARE

The voice of the entity shattered the windows in the torture room revealing the yawning eternal blackness outside Kiana’s nightmare. The window frame distorted and began to shrink. The walls shook and contracted, knocking the many murder devices to the floor. Mandee’s death mattress was pushed toward the center of the room as the whole nightmare began to come apart.

“Get outta here!” Kiana screamed, terror in her eyes as she realized they’d been found. “Go kill this motherfucker!”

Elwood raised all four of his sword arms and leaped at Kiana. “Not without you!”

The blades met Kiana’s neck and separated her head from her body cleanly. Her arms flailed and twitched in shock as blood spurted from her neck, but before her head could hit the floor, Elwood’s arms fused and his hands returned to normal, catching it. He cradled the head and made his way toward the door, ignoring the cacophony of laughter and jilted mockery coming from the mounds of flesh and gore.

Kiana’s head looked back at her body in horror as it collapsed to the floor and was quickly crushed under the contracting walls. “I swear I’m no good for you, Elwood! Why would you trust a psycho killer like me? Why aren’t you afraid I’ll just kill you, too?”

Elwood stepped over the laughing mouths and stood in front of the churning chaos as the door frame squeezed smaller and smaller by the second.

“Because,” he said, smiling as he leaped into the blackness. “I’m already dead.”

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Be Back here next week for chapter 36!

She Was Only A Clown Chapters 28 And 29

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Chapter 28

Once I’d sawed off Ryan’s pecker, I did my best to jam it onto the end of one of his hot pokers. Let me tell you, that shit was not even a little bit easy! I probably spent half an hour trying to smoosh that slippery little piece of flesh over the metal tip of the poker. It was like trying to sculpt with raw chicken.

I guess Ryan died at some point while I was fucking with his dick. I didn’t really pay attention. I was finished with his busted ass. I had other things I needed to do before I left the murder house.

I honestly thought my first kill would be more thrilling. I’d fantasized about murdering so many people in so many horrific ways. I hadn’t even cum when I was jamming his dying dick into myself.

What a fucking let down murder is.

Once I was satisfied with the severed cock, I cuffed Mandee’s hands together and climbed on top of her chest. I was still fucked up on the drugs but the peak had long passed. I was coming down and I knew that Mandee would be, too.

I slapped her in the face, trying to wake her up.

“Mandee. Mandee! Wake the fuck up!”

She blinked and let out a whine as she came to. She tried to rub her face where I’d hit her with the crowbar. She started freaking out when she felt the handcuffs.

“W-what the fuck!” She slurred, obviously still fucked up from concussion and the roofie drugs. But she was lucid enough to have a little fun with her.

“We gotta get outta here! I killed him! I killed the motherfucker!”

Mandee looked around. She saw Ryan’s dead body laying on the floor, then she saw me sitting on top of her, holding his severed boner in my hand.

“What are you d-doing? Let me up!”

I sighed dramatically. “See that’s the thing, baby. I can’t do that.”

She started to hyperventilate when she saw me holding the metal poker with the gnarled cock on the end of it.

“See, I’m building the perfect crime scene. I’m gonna make it look like I bravely killed Ryan after he raped us both… and killed you.”

Mandee bucked hard at that point, trying with what strength she still possessed to get free. Unfortunately for her, I’d ridden some of the biggest black athletes in Hopp’s Hollow so it was gonna take more than some thrashing and hip thrusts to get me off.

Now this was more like it. My pussy was practically buzzing from the fear in Mandee’s eyes and the frantic whining and screaming coming out of her mouth.

I swear I came right there on her chest as she tried to throw me off her. That actually almost got her free. It took me a few seconds to regain my composure after I orgasmed. That was enough for her to throw my balance to the right and toss me onto the mattress.

She jumped up and ran for the key ring. Damn sly bitch had been looking at that, not at Ryan. Unfortunately for her, she had a pretty significant brain injury and ended up crashing into the wall and falling on her ass as she tried to lurch for the keys.

I took that opportunity to dash over to the torture wall and grab the first thing I saw. I jumped back over the mattress and managed to tackle Mandee from behind before she was able to get back to her feet.

What I’d grabbed was some kind of wire choker. The wire was thin and each end had a handle on it. I wrapped it around her throat and dragged her back over to the mattress. She kicked, choked and clawed at me but I managed to get her over there.

I’d fucked her up pretty good with the wire, though. It was cut pretty deep into her throat. Blood was gushing out of her and down onto her tits and stomach.

If I’d been a strong dude, I might have been able to cut her whole head off just with that one nifty little device.

I wasn’t trying to cut her head off, though. At least not yet.

What I did was, I let go of the wire handles and sat on that bitch’s face. She was beyond saving at that point so I wasn’t too worried about her getting me off of her again. Her hands were busy grabbing at the huge slice in her neck to bother with lil ole me.

I picked up the poker with the dick on the end, leaned forward and jammed it into her. I fucked that bitch real good with Ryan’s dick. Real good.

I swear, by the time I climbed off of her, she had a look on her face like I’d made her cum. She stayed looking like that too cause some combination of my coochie smothering her, the wire choker and the blood loss had killed my best friend Mandee.

I know I sound like some kinda rabbit in heat by this point with all the cumming I was doing but man oh man did that shit make my pussy flood like the goddamn Hoover dam had burst.

Two dead bodies? Two gruesome murders? Wowee. I was in goddamn murder heaven!

I lay there covered in both their blood and just beat up my little cooze for what felt like hours. I thought about what I’d done over and over again, relishing every moment.

And let me tell you something, man. Killing those two motherfuckers? That wasn’t even the best part. The best part was how I got away with it.

Chapter 29

After I’d wanked myself off to the point that my lil puss was shooting nothing but puffs of smoke out of it, I set to work on the rest of my plan.

I pulled Ryan’s dick off the poker and tossed the poker to the side. I stuck the cock in one of Mandee’s hands and laid the hand saw next to the bed to make it look like she was the one who’d cut his wiener off.

Then I dragged Ryan’s body up onto the mattress and threw him on top of Mandee, putting his hands near the wire choker.

You see where I’m going with this yet? I put the scene together to make it look like Mandee had gotten a hold of the saw, chopped Ryan’s dick off after he’d raped the both of us, and then he’d died from blood loss while choking her to death.

I know what you’re thinking. How stupid would them cops have to be to believe two people with obvious head trauma had managed to fuck each other up at the exact same time and both died from their wounds one on top of the other?

Well, lemmie tell ya, them cops were QUITE stupid! But I’m getting ahead of myself again.

I grabbed the keys and got the fuck outta murder house as fast as I could. I didn’t bother to look through the other rooms or anything. I used Ryan’s keys to take his SUV down the winding driveway, back out to the road and I floored it till I got back into cell service range.

I called the cops all babbling and screaming and whatnot, making sure to sound like the pathetic victim.

They showed up where I’d parked the SUV on the side o the road. I made sure to stay naked and bloody for when they got there.

They took me back to the little po-dunk cop shop and put me in a little room to tell them my story. They tried to give me clothes but they didn’t have a rape kit on hand and had to wait for one to get drove out there so I just sat with a blanket on my shoulders and made sure I let a nip slip out every once in a while.

You shoulda seen them cops! Every one of them crammed themselves into that little room while I bawled and squalled and went into explicit detail about how Ryan had raped me and Mandee.

I swear every one of those boys in blue had hard peckers all leaning in trying to get a good look at my bloody tits. Sick fucks, cops. They done seen it all and it takes a real whopper to get them worked up. I was the sexiest thing that’d walked into that little backwoods station in probably ever.

Now any real city cops might have done forensics and post mortem autopsies and all that other CSI junk that all them expensive ass cities can afford and I’d have probably been up shit creek when my story didn’t exactly match up to the wounds on the bodies but we’re talking a town of a thousand people in the middle of goddamn Illinois.

They did their rape kit on me and Mandee. They took samples of Ryan’s blood and cum off my face and they put them two bodies in the ground and called it a motherfucking day. Just like that.

Them country cops ain’t looking for nothing to do but watch TV and eat doughnuts. They never even called me back for a second interview. Case fuckin’ closed.

You prolly didn’t even see the story on the news. There’s so much wild shit on there every day that’s way more important than a hick bitch being kidnapped and raped by a psycho, especially since the psycho was dead.

There was a follow-up in the local paper though. It turns out that wasn’t even Ryan’s house. Hell, his name wasn’t even Ryan, it was Victor Smith and he’d offed the folks that lived there months before me and Mandee got to his place.

I never did hear anything else about other victims though which means they may not have ever found the bodies and I guess they never connected him to any other missing girls. Like I said, lazy fuckin’ country cops.

So that was that. I went home and I fuckin’ got away with a double god damn murder. Best believe I had amazing orgasms after that for months.

Get this, I even spoke at Mandee’s funeral. I got myself all worked into a fit, threw myself onto her casket and read this phony fucking eulogy I’d copied from the internet right there looking her fucking family right in the eyes.

I got off on that shit, too. There was something about having that power over them, of knowing what really happened to their daughter and being able to fool them all face to face. I felt like a goddamn pro.

I was even starting to fantasize about my next murder. I was sizing up dudes and bitches at the bar not by how sexy they were or how big their dicks were, but by the likelihood of me being able to kill them without getting caught. 

I was set to become the next Jeffery goddamn Dahmer or John Wayne fucking Gacy, man. I was ready to do it all over again. That’s when the dreams started.

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Be back here next Saturday, December 30th, for chapter 30! 

She Was Only A Clown Chapters 12 Thru 14

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Chapter 12

Elwood caught his breath and turned around, facing his rapist. His years long tormentor.

Mark seemed to have recovered, however much one could recover from a mortal wound to the jugular vein. With the sharp end of the sign post still lodged in place, the wound seemed to have stopped bleeding, the dark brown and black chunks built up around the sharp wood indicating coagulation.

Mark was still ghost-white, but he was now lucid, his eyes clear, and full of abject terror.

“N-No, no! Get the fuck away from me you fucking monster!”

Elwood should have been elated that Mark now saw him as a threat. As a demon trapped inside a clown suit. Skitzo Cyko the killer clown. That’s what he’d wanted, right? He wanted to instill fear in the town of Hopp’s Hollow, if only for one night.

So why instead was he full of dread?

Elwood was sweating again. This time a cold sweat. His hands were shaking. He was terrified. Not of Mark Nelson. No even of the otherworldly creature behind him masquerading as a girl.

He was terrified to kill.

His murder boner gone, all of his lust for depravity had melted away. He didn’t want to hurt Mark. Sure he still hated the redneck bastard, still felt the searing pain in his anus from where Mark had violently penetrated him. Still felt the throbbing of his head where Mark had nailed him with the cum jar, intending to make him eat its contents before killing him out here in the woods.

But all Elwood wanted to do at that moment was go home. He wanted to hide in his barn. To shut out the world. To forget that it contained real monsters and real murderers. He wanted to read comic books and sleep.

He wanted to cry.

Surely someone had heard the utter madness emanating from the woods. They weren’t all THAT far from the roadside. Someone was bound to see the headlights from the dirt bikes or even the green eyes pulsing across the black skin of the clown girl’s true form.

And what would Elwood say should someone crash through the tree line and find him standing there, covered in blood, body parts strewn across the clearing? That a monster girl killed her rapists while he stood on and jacked his pecker in anticipation?

His breathing became more shallow as he considered what had happened with a clear head. His fingerprints were all over the sign post stuck in Mark’s neck. His cum was dripping off the clown girl’s tits onto the ground. His blood and shit was caked on Mark’s dick. His DNA was everywhere. He was fucked. Everything was fucked.

Elwood’s panicked thoughts were broken as Mark tried to get to his feet. The sign shifted, causing the wound to rip back open, sending him crashing back to the ground, yelping in pain, putting both his hands back up to his neck to keep himself from bleeding out.

Elwood turned back to the clown girl, no less freaked out than he had been a moment before.

Her human eyes shifted up to meet his gaze for the first time. This was somehow more unsettling than her true triangle face. There was a presence behind those eyes. Not the alien weirdness of the rows and rows of pulsing green eyes that washed over the pitch black skin of her real body. No, there was something human behind her eyes.

Like there was a real girl in there.

“One of us?” This time when she spoke, her preternatural voice from beyond was more forceful. This time her question was a demand. It was time. Elwood had to kill Mark Nelson.

“C-can I just go home?” he said in a small voice, like a punished child knowing that the answer would already be no.

The clown girl cocked her head, seeming not to understand the request.

“I-I thought this is what I wanted. I thought I wanted to be an evil killer clown. I…even believed it. But,” he looked back at Mark who now possessed a glimmer of hope in his eyes. Like he was only just now considering for the first time that he might survive this awful night.

“I-I won’t say nothin’ I swear!” Mark stammered, desperate now that he thought he had a chance to live. “I’m sorry I fucked yer butt, Elwood! I really am! An’ I’m sorry my brothers did that stuff to your girl. They… they was bad people but they… oh god. They’re dead! They’re all dead!”

The dirty hick broke down sobbing, unable to process further the insane events he’d taken part in.

“I just want to go home.”

Elwood couldn’t think of anything else to say. He would just wait for the clown girl to maul him like she’d done to the Nelson boys or maybe, if he was lucky, to just disappear like she’d done when Mark first showed up in the woods.

But that’s not what she did. Instead, she reached through the jagged smile of the clown mask over his head and touched Elwood’s face.

“Home.”

When Elwood opened his eyes, he was no longer in the woods. He stood instead directly in front of the double doors of the barn. He was home. Except he wasn’t.

A sense of dread hit him immediately.

He hadn’t been magically transported home like he’d requested. He hadn’t escaped the violent nightmare in the woods.

He knew exactly where he was.

It was no longer night. It wasn’t dawn or morning either. It was almost sundown. It was no longer late October. There was no chill in the air. It was summer again.

Elwood had just wandered outside looking for uncle Jeff. Jeff must have come outside earlier that afternoon. He’d been spending more and more time in the barn recently but always came inside around dusk to feed Jake. Jake wouldn’t take his food from anyone else, not since the accident. Jeff was forced to feed him baby food because he wouldn’t chew or swallow normal food anymore. He would just spit it all over the kitchen or pick it up and throw it if he was in the middle of one of his many angry tantrums.

Elwood could still hear Jake inside banging his helmeted head against the wall screaming to be fed.

But when he turned to look at the house, he saw nothing but a swirling black vortex lined with those same patterned green eyes pulsing and rippling in perfect rows across the spiraling maw of… what?

Memory, Elwood concluded, turning back toward the barn. The clown girl wanted Elwood to relive the worst memory of his life.

She wanted him to find uncle Jeff hanging dead by his neck. Again.

Chapter 13

As the sun sank below the horizon, Elwood stood staring at the barn doors. The left door was slightly ajar and the breeze kept clanking it shut only for it to slowly creek back open, as though beckoning Elwood to walk through and claim his prize. As though mocking the inevitable.

Elwood stood there a long time. The vortex behind him slowly crept forward. Even his perifreal vision now swam with swirling blackness and the ever present strobe of green eyes.

The house behind him had been totally swallowed by it, as would he if he didn’t step into the barn soon. Small threads of reality collapsed into the vortex and were sucked down, deep into the cavernous eternity of its depths.

Elwood considered throwing himself head-long into the madness to save himself from the terror of what lay beyond the door. But he was a coward. He knew this and the clown girl knew this. They both knew he was not brave enough to face oblivion. As awful as what hung inside the barn was, the prospect of an unknown fate was multitudes more terrifying.

Finally, after what seemed like many hours, Elwood pushed the clanking barn door aside, and walked into his nightmare.

He kept his eyes closed. His heart beat rapidly in his chest. He felt the crunch of gravel drive under his feet turn into the hard clay-like soil that lined the bottom of the barn. The temperature cooled as he stepped fully inside and the door swung shut behind him, finally finding its latch, closing him inside.

He stood there, eyes still closed for a long time. He figured eventually the vortex of eyes would creep its way inside the barn and swallow him up if he didn’t get on with it.

Keeping his eyes closed was useless anyway. Every time he closed his eyes he saw it. It was the first thing he thought about when he woke up in the morning and the last thing he thought of before he fell asleep. Anytime his thoughts strayed they led him back to this moment. Ever since he came home and found–

Elwood opened his eyes.

–This.

Chapter 14

At first, when Elwood found uncle Jeff he’d thought it was a dummy filled with hay hanging there, swaying gently back and forth.

The head, the face was all wrong. Elwood couldn’t process it. It was purple and round. The lips were bulged like sausages. Dark liquid was caked and dried under the nose and the eyes.

Oh god the eyes.

“Gah… gah,” was all Elwood managed to get out. He remembered like it had just happened. He’d reached his arms out and stumbled forward, like if he could just hurry up and get to Jeff, somehow the violently dead corpse would magically come back to life.

Jeff must have come out to the barn very early that morning, while the rest of the house slept. Elwood hadn’t noticed him missing because Elwood usually slept late. Jake’s tantrum tonight must have been extra bad because he’d missed breakfast and lunch.

It didn’t matter how much the boy wailed, Elwood’s parents just ignored him like he wasn’t there. Like he didn’t exist since his accident.

They hadn’t said anything to Elwood before he’d wandered out to the barn looking for Jeff, but that wasn’t uncommon. Elwood’s parents sometimes went days without speaking to him, perpetually parked in front of their living room television while he came and went from the basement unabated.

Here in the nightmare, Elwood mimicked his past movements. He stumbled forward, grabbed the railing to the stairs that lead to the loft portion of the barn and tried to run up the steps, falling several times as he continued to blurt, “gah! Gah!”

In the nightmare, the loft hadn’t been converted into Elwood’s living space yet. It was still full of junk. Debris from a time when Elwood’s grandfather, Jeff’s father had operated a lawn service.

Jeff had tied the thick twine rope to a stack of lawn mower engines and leaped off the balcony railing.

Elwood in a state of fevered panic had grabbed the twine and yanked, trying to pull Jeff’s corpse back into the loft. He yanked violently enough to rip open the palms of his hands.

At some point he’d started yelling. Yelling as loudly as he could, yelling over and over again until his even his parents who ignored everything had run through the barn doors.

But no one came this time. This time it was just Elwood and Jeff and no matter how much he screamed, his parents would never come.

Suddenly Elwood was back on the ground floor, staring up at the lifeless body of Jeff, swinging there. The look on his dead, bloated, awful face a mixture of surprise, regret and agony. Like he hadn’t died from the fall. Like he’d hung there a long, long time still alive. 

And then something happened that had never happened before. Not on the day Elwood had found his uncle hanged, not in the countless times he’d re-imagined that awful moment.

The corpse spoke.

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Be back here next Saturday, November 11th, for chapter 15!