I was walking with my grandma after the circus acts and wondering why they would open a circus in a ghost town. all of the sudden I tripped on a bottle. It cracked then broke and I felt a sharp pain in my foot and evrything went black as I hit the ground.
I wolk up in an abandon circus tent. Quiet, dark, cold,and in the middle it took me a minute to prosses. My foot was wrapped in gozz and I heard a quiet, faint, laphing nioze. A clown appered out of the pich black room.Blood was dripping down his knife. I stood up and headed the oppisite way of the clown wich was the way Ithought the door was and I was right.
I was running and I could hear my heart beating. The angry gang of clowns were chasing me on a ghost rider moter bike. I ran until I reached an old golf cart and jumped in. I rode until I saw my granmother lying on the ground. I put her in the old rusted golf cart and rode to a hospitle where I thought we could stay. When we went to the docter it took a while for him to speak. I thought he would say my grandmother was ok but I just heard 5 dreadful words as a firmilier motercycle pulled up to the hospitle: she might not make it.
By: Ryan
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