A young girl walked into a dim room, puddles of blood throughout the room. Blood curdling screeches filled the room, both from supposed actors and people who were going through the house. A sound of a chainsaw came from the distance along with another screech. The young girl let out a nervous laugh as she walked through the room, stopping when she almost ran into a corpse hanging from the ceiling. She let out a startled scream but soon calmed down, reassuring herself that it was fake. It looked very realistic though...no it was just a prop...but the stench...it's  just a prop. She moved back from the prop, getting a better view of it. It looked to be a male in his mid thirties, around his neck was a noose but there were cuts and blood all over him. His face was frozen with a look of horror, a deep cut on his cheek dripped blood. His eyes were wide and both were pale, but one was a whiter eye clearly blind. His clothes were torn, it was impossible to see what they might have looked like with the scraps being hard from dried blood. There were no shoes on his feet, only revealing dirt caked feet.

   Blood dripped down from the corpse, collecting into a puddle underneath him. She turned around swiftly and walked out of the room, but was met face to face with a clown. He has a wide smile that was made to look like a smile had been carved into his face, blood dripped from the smile occasionally. The smile looked a little too realistic though, even the blood smelled and looked like actual blood. His face was covered in a white foundations, red and blue illuminated some of his features, (eyes, nose, etc.) and he had the classic clown nose only it was painted on his nose, the color of dried blood. The girl let out a blood curdling screech as she backed away from the clown, only to hit her back against the hanging corpse. The clown pulled out a large kitchen knife and held it against her throat. She could feel the cool metal of the knife against her knife, pressed down hard enough to draw a little blood. Beads of blood appeared on her neck, spreading out the blood onto the knife when it made contact with it.

   She held her breath as the clown dug the knife slightly more into her neck, drawing more blood. Her neck stung where the blood was forming beads on her neck, she now knew this haunted house wasn't a fake one, the corpse wasn't fake, this clown's smile wasn't fake. A scream built up and threatened to escape, but she suppressed it. Before she could register what was happening, the clown moved back his knife before slitting her throat. He laughed a little insanely when he slit her throat. She limped, dead in very little time but had blood covering her neck, clothes, and a little on the floor. The clown dragged her body into the dimly lit corner in the next room. He thought of how to position her, before putting her in a laying position on her stomach, arm outstretched as if to grab onto someone to help her. He then left her in the room, waiting for his next victim to come onto the house but little did he know that she hadn't went alone and that person had seen it all.