I'm in a dark place, standing ankle-deep in thick crimson red blood.

     The rancid smell travels up my nose, causing a sick feeling to arise in the pit of my stomach.

     Suddenly, a door opens letting in some dim light. The light was bright enough for me to catch a glimpse of my surroundings.

     My stomach lurches as I see lumps floating around me.

     Dead bodies.

     I take a closer look and fall to my knees.

     Mum?

     Dad?

     My eyes sting as I try to hold my tears in.

     Sean?

     Levi?

     Salty tears make their way down my cheeks as I look around and continue to recognize the faces.

    Christina?

    Winnie?

   "no... No... NO... NO!" I shout, horrified.

   "This can't be real..." I mutter to myself.

    But it is.

    Lying all around me are the lifeless bodies of everyone I love...

    My parents, my siblings, and my best friends...

    I let out a scream of horror.

    Tears run down my cheeks as I sob uncontrollably.

    I hear the sound of footsteps approaching me, accompanied by the sound of... bells?

    I look up at the person and I freeze in fear as I look up into a pair of beady red eyes.

    Standing in front of me was a clown.

    His costume was old and tattered, the bells on his costume were rusty, and his once white gloves were smeared with dirt. He stared down at me with a sinister grin plastered on his painted lips. 

   He did this.

   I stand up shakily and stare at him.

   "You did this," I say.

    He lets out a giggle that causes my hair to stand on end and stares straight into my eyes.

    "I was only playing a game" he begins playfully.

    He lets out another giggle and continues, 

    "Do you want to play a game?"

     I say nothing.

     He asks again but this time his voice turns low and gruff, all signs of psychotic cheeriness gone.

    "I said, do you want to play a game?."

    Once again, I say nothing.

   Suddenly, his face begins to warp. His head grows longer and his lips turn up in an unsettling manner as his yellow teeth turn pointy and sharp.

   Fear overwhelms me as I start running and running through this seemingly endless place as the clown begins to chase me, crawling on all fours.

  I run and run without stopping for a breath, my legs start aching but I don't stop as I hear the bells right behind me.

 Suddenly, I feel gloved hands grab hold of my ankles and pull on them causing me to fall on my chest.

 I scramble to get up but fail as he drags me along roughly.

 We reach a room with a lock. He pulls open the door and shoves me inside. The walls on the inside are covered completely with blood. 

 He gives me one last sinister smile and locks me inside as I bang on the door.

 As the room plunges into darkness the room starts filling up with thick red blood. I thrash around, screaming for help but my screams just bounce off the walls. The blood rises as I continue thrashing in an attempt to save myself.

The blood has risen to my chin and it's getting hard to breathe.

 All of a sudden my eyes shoot open and I jolt out of bed.

I'm covered in a cold sweat and gasping for air.

"It was just a dream."

Authors Note

This was a nightmare I had a few weeks ago that has still stuck with me so I decided to write it down. ALSO, if any of you guys think that I may have plaigarized the character from It. I SWEAR I HAVEN'T- It was a terrible, terrible nightmare I had so please don't accuse me of plaigarism I would never-
Anyways, hope you enjoy my story(aka my nightmare), Lovelies! see ya at the next story :D