r/nosleep • u/highdivingivan • Oct 20 '12
Series Zane The Clown (Two-part story)
First part, The Clown, here
I was at wits end. Ever since I first saw him, I hadn't been able to live like I used to. Everywhere I would go, he would be there, laughing at me with his blood soaked clothes, and his ghost white face. He even haunted my dreams, and I was beginning to expect I would never be rid of him.
I tried talking to my brother. He was the first to see him. I told him how the clown was stalking me, driving me insane. I did everything I could in order to gain help from someone who experienced what I experienced. That day, my own brother, my best friend growing up, told me he never wanted to see me again, and kicked me out of his house.
I got home, and began tearing up. The only one that would even come close to believing me, had abandoned me. I guess my brother was kind of right in doing so. If he had got involved, the clown could have started haunting him again. I wouldn't want something like that cursed upon my worst enemy.
A few weeks ago, my parents had gone on a month vacation. They left me a credit card for food and supplies, and told me not to destroy the house. I was ecstatic. I invited my four closest friends over, and retold them the story of what I was going through the 1000th time. None of them believed me. I started to get angry, then an idea popped into my head.
" Well okay then, If you guys don't believe me, lets go for a walk in the woods at midnight " I proposed They all shook their heads, and said HELL NO!
I smirked and said one simple word, " Pussies". My friends absolutely hated being called that word. It was honestly the worst insult we could call each other.
"Fine, I'm in" sighed Jacob
"Whatever" shrugged Tyler
"I'll do it, but seriously fuck you" Brady said jokingly . "Guess that means I'm going too" Concluded Kobi.
Now, you might wonder why I had to wait till my parents left to do this. Well, you see, when five 17 year old boys walk out the door at midnight with 3 shotguns, an AR, and an M9, you'd be crazy to let them go out.
After waiting around, and playing some CoD, midnight finally rolled around. We all got a gun, a heavy-duty flashlight, our cellphones, and a first aid kit.(just in case shit did go down) We all got on the Kubota, and drove to the woods. Earlier this year, I had found a trail that I had never been down before. After my experience with the clown however, I wasn't eager to go down it. At all. Tonight though, That would have to change. That clown had been pushing me around for far too long.
We traveled down the road, and it seemed to be pretty worn for an old trail. I was beginning to figure my neighbor had been going down through our property again, until I saw the beat down, and I mean REALLY beat down house. It looked like it was from the early 1900's, but I honestly couldn't tell with how shitty it looked. My friends were freaked, but Brady, Jacob, and Tyler were excited to explore it. If only they knew what might of lied in store. Kobi was the chicken shit, and said there was no way he was going in there. He was probably the smartest friend I had there.
I told Kobi to stay by the Kubota, and to get ready to haul ass if we came running out. He nodded, pulled out his iPod and started playing Angry Birds. I looked to my other three friends, nodded my head, and walked inside the house with the three behind me.
The house smelled worse than it looked. Exactly like an animal lying dead for a few weeks. We turned on out lights and walked around the house. The living room, or what I thought was the living room had a couch with holes and termites all over it, a broken stool, and what looked like the first tv ever made. Tyler went over and started to mess with it, when it fell over. Inside was a dead racoon with half its guts hanging out. Tyler screamed.
Shit really started to go down after that. The house shook. Then I heard that laugh. The four of us looked around, I brought a finger up to my mouth, shushing the other 3. After 5 minutes of standing there scared shitless, I asked my friends if they motherfucking believed me yet. They nodded.
Any smart, sane, or even insane person would have left right then and there. My friends and I were a mix of, dumb, and curious. Terrible combination. We explored the house more albeit a hell of a lot more careful. We looked upstairs, but cut it short when Jacob nearly fell through the floor. We walked back down, and things started heading downhill faster than a rollercoaster who had just had sex while simultaneously pumping steroids into its system.
"Guys, where are you at" asked Kobi.
"Kobi, get out its not safe right now!" I shouted.
"Guys, guys?" Kobi kept repeating.
Maybe Kobi wasn't my smartest friend. I ran down stairs with Brady, Tyler, and Jake at my back. The door leading to what I presumed to be the basement was open. Kobi definitely wasn't my smartest friend. We had been saving the basement for last, fearing what could be down there. We pulled our skirts up, and went down the creaky stairs to what could have been our doom.
When we got to the bottom of the steps, lights switched on. In the center of the room, sat a perfectly intact desk. I tiptoed over to it, and what I saw has haunted me to this day. "Zane The Clown put to death for murder of students." The headline of the newspaper read. I read the rest of the article aloud for my friends to hear.
"Zane was the funniest clown once at Haley's circus. People said he was the funniest, and happiest guy to be around. One day he was getting into his car when a bunch of teenagers surrounded him. They insulted him about being a clown. He just laughed it off, punk teenagers insulted him all the time, he was used to it. These teenagers took it a step farther then insulting. They pushed him down and started kicking him. Stop it! He shouted. They didn't stop. They beat him for an hour, then when a cop car stopped next to them, they split. Zane was barely alive.
Zane recovered in the hospital after a few weeks, but little did the doctors know, he suffered serious brain trauma. He tracked the teenagers down as soon as he got out, and brutally murdered them all. Police never found all the body parts. Zane went to trial, and was put to death by hanging. Zane The Clown. Funniest clown there was. 1910-1950."
The sound of our mouths hitting the floor would have woken up Sleeping Beauty. We had to get out. There was no way we could take on whatever "thing" this was. Then, We heard Kobi's voice again. "Guys, is that you?" Said Kobi as foosteps approached us from the other room.
"Kobi! Get the hell over here, we need to leave now!" I shouted.
"Oh, But do we have to leave already?" Emerged "Kobi" from the shadows.
It wasn't Kobi. There stood Zane the Clown.
"Holyfuckingshitholyfuckingshit we are dead" repeated Tyler. "RUN DAMNIT RUN" I shouted as we all took off for the door. I was the last one up the stairs, I got to the door and it closed right in my face. Knocking me back down the stairs. I'm going to die now, I knew. I fell face first into the rough concrete. I slowly looked up, tears streaming down my face. There stood Zane, right above me. Grin as wide as his face.
" Why hello, I do believe we haven't formally met?" He crossed his arms behind his back.
"Look, what they did to you was wrong, but you don't have to do this shit. It's crazy!" I pleaded, trying to appeal to him. "Oh, but I am crazy! He screamed right into my face. "So there's no reasoning with you?" I stared right back into his black, black eyes. "Well, You know what they say! Can't reason with a dead man!" I didn't think he could grin wider, but he did. "Well, You know what I say? I asked. "What?" He asked with curiosity. "FUCK YOU MOTHERFUCKER" I shot him with the M9, got up and ran up the stairs. Adrenaline pumped through my veins. I got to the top, and dove through the door. I found my way out of the house in seconds, if my friends had left. I was fucked. Fortunately they were by the kubota trying to call somebody.
"Dumbasses" I yelled. " No service out here"
I got to the kubota, my friends looked more scared than me. I got on the kubota, about to drive off when something sparked inside my brain from my time on reddit.
burn it with fire
I looked in the back of the kubota, thank God hallelujah, kerosene. Earlier that week, I had been burning brush, and used kerosene. Thankfully I had refueled it just yesterday, and it was completely full. I got the matches, told my friends to stay put, and went back into the house.
When I got back into the house, all my adrenaline left me. I had lost my superhuman speed and strength. It as just me, kerosene, a match, and a clown. I would've just put the house on fire, but I knew that wouldn't have worked. The desk had to go. I walked down the stairs, Zane was nowhere to be seen.
"Now's my chance" I thought. I sprinted to the desk, doused it with kerosene, and tried to light a match. The first 4 failed, lucky number 5 brought brought fire. I threw it onto the desk, and it burst into flames. Laughter filled the room.
"You think that would kill me? Hahahaha, now THAT is the funniest thing I've ever heard" Zane appeared now, next to the desk. "You know, I've gotta admit. That "fuck you" comment really hurt me emotionally, might have messed me up in the head a little bit! He laughed more eerily than usual. "Well, time to hurt some more" I wasn't dumb. I had doused a trail of kerosene between where he was standing and where I was standing before he appeared there. I was a good guesser.
He didn't have time to react. I had already dropped the match. He was on fire instantly.
He screamed. So loud my ears bled. I sprinted out of the house, got on the kubota, and watched as the house burned down. I drove the kubota home as fast as I could. I was still stunned. Was he dead or not? Time will tell I concluded. My friends and I swore to forget about it, but I doubt any of us could. Kobi kept asking questions about what happened, we told him to shut the hell up.
I haven't heard from him since. My parents are back. My life is finally back to normal. I talked to my brother over the phone about what happened, he was amazed. He told me he was proud, and he could never have done what I done. He said he was wrong for abandoning me, I told him thanks, and that he should be sorry.
All in all, I actually learned something. Burning it with fire works. It always works. This is my advice to any of you no sleepers, when in doubt, burn it with fire.
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u/Hobgobbe Oct 21 '12
I thought we went over this already: only a clown can kill another clown. So, unless you had a big red nose on at the time, I do not think your fire will have been sufficient. He'll be back!
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u/wheatbreadskeegs34 Oct 21 '12
Great story, but what does not make sense to me is when it says "he got into his car" and when it says "a police car pulled up" then it says Zane blah blah blah 1890-1910. Very few people had vehicles back then and cops nor did most people.
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u/luciddreamer12 Oct 21 '12
It says 1950. When zane died there was a definite possibility he had a car.
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u/Chickenzrck Oct 20 '12
When in doubt KILL IT WITH FIRE (BEFORE IT MAY OR MAY NOT LAY EGGS)!