Jena and her Clown

Jena was a girl who was bullied in school. Her parents were worried for her daily.

One day, Jenas parents took her to an old-fashioned, off the beat, toy store. They said she could pick anything she wanted. She drifted through the rows of different toys, games and bikes. Nothing caught her eye.

Then she saw it.

A simple clown that was giving her the peace sign, 'the way it was done with hippies' Jena thought. The clown was also holding a bouquet of dried flowers. Jena laughed and picked it up. "What a cool clown!" Jena said out loud.

Her parents noticed she was enthralled with this clown, and couldn't believe Jena wanted the clown this much.

When they got to the counter, the woman at the register said, "You had better be careful with this one. Never leave it on it's own for too long."

"Jena" her mother asked, "are you sure you want a clown? I don't want you having nightmares?"

"Oh yes mommy, he likes me, I can sense it! I'm not afraid! It's just a doll." Jena said.

Jena thanks the lady for this ridiculous information, nodded her head, and Jenas parents paid for the doll.

Jena and her clown were rarely ever apart. She was always playing with it, talking to it, and taking it everywhere.

Until one night.

Jena was hungry that night. It was late and she didn't want to wake her parents. Jena set the clown on the table in the kitchen. She went into the fridge, got her cookies and milk, went upstairs and forgot all about the clown.

That night Jena awoke from a nightmare. It was about her clown. The clown she was never afraid of. Jena suddenly remembered that she had left it downstairs.

Sensing something was there with her, Jena sat up and realized her clown wasn't downstairs. It was right there at the end of her bed. Jena was puzzled. She didn't remember putting her clown on the bed? She cautiously laid back down in her bed, but in an instant the 'innocent' clown Jena had purchased as a playmate, ran across her bed, with a knife it had gotten from the kitchen.

Jenas parents were startled by blood curdling screams coming from their daughters room. All they kept hearing were "HE HE HE! Followed by more shrieking, until finally, nothing was heard.

Jenas parents raced into her room. Laying in a pool of blood was Jena, torn to ribbons, splattered blood everywhere.

Her mother and father stood there frozen. Both of them ran out of the room screaming for help.

What they didn't notice was, the clown sitting there in the corner holding three fingers up. On the wall, written in blood, was.

"You weren't supposed to leave me alone for too long! HE HE HE!"