As I regained conscientiousness, I remember asking, "Why are those headlights shining in my face and where am I." There was no one in the car that was parked in front of me to blame. Only the musty smell of blood and trash was around me. There was a huge building to the left of me that was some kind of bank and to the right of me was a six foot wooden fence. "How in the world did I get here?" I gradually began to get up and head towards the bank trying to search for any sign of what may of happened to me and how I got here. I began walking through the vestibule towards a door down the long hall. There at the end I could see a man dressed as a clown. He had sharp teeth and long fingers nails that he kept waving towards me to come. "No, I don't know you! I won't come." "Don't be stubborn my child. I won't hurt you." The Room began spinning and I couldn't stop. The clown began laughing louder and louder and I could feel my ear drums bursting. "Jessica, wake up! Honey, wake up I kept telling myself." This can't be real! I can't die from a clown. "Jessica, wake up!" My mom began shaking my fiercely and I finally caught grip of what was going on. It was a dream! Just a terrible and real feeling dream.
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