The clown in my Township

I like to play games on my phone. One of my favorite is a match three game where you earn stars and refurbish a dilapidated old mansion.

While waiting for my lives to replenish on that game I would go back-and-forth between YouTube and Instagram, killing time until I could go back to the mansion. During one of the many ads for the game, that you must endure, to earn extra coins, I saw an ad for a game where you build your own town.

I thought I would give it a try and found that I enjoyed it. Soon I was spending more time in the town than I was at the mansion. It was fun building my little town. I had neighborhoods, boardwalks, beaches, parks. A farm with cows, chickens and sheep. I had all of the factories arranged neatly on one side of town away from the little housing developments and downtown business area.

I had numerous waterfront properties adorned with all manner of trees and flowers. I had a university, library, art gallery, laboratory, burger joint, pizza place, yada, yada, yada. I was well on my way to city status. As my town grew so did the population. I began to notice all kinds of characters walking about the town. There were elderly people, young people, babies, pets, and professional people from all walks of life.

There was a man with a sandwich board and another strangely enough, dressed in a hotdog costume who would stop randomly and behave as if he was pleading with an invisible individual.

There was much walking and driving with sudden stopping and starting with no apparent rhyme or reason to direction or destination.

Sometimes I would sit and just watch the goings on in town, picking out the new residents. And then one day while observing the actions of my little townspeople, I noticed the clown.

He was walking about town filling balloons with helium. He would stop in random places and just look around. Occasionally, he would look up as if he were staring directly at me. He kinda creeped me out and I looked at him and said under my breath "get da fuck outta my town Pennywise".

I didn't much care for the thought of having a clown in town, but I knew there was a circus in the game I'd be required to build at some point, so I figured I'd have to deal with it. I didn't pay much attention to him after that, but that all changed two nights ago.

I had come to spend time in town after I had used all my lives at the mansion. I was in the process of feeding the chickens when I saw him. That fucking clown.

This time he was perched on top of the barn looking directly at me. Now you have to understand that in the township, no one leaves the ground unless they're one of the construction workers, and this motherfucker wasn't wearing a hard hat. He looked at me and smiled and I noticed the blood on his teeth. On the ground, beside the barn, I saw the partially eaten remains of the little boy in the blue cap who always walked his pitbull around town.

PI dropped my phone trying to close the app. I put the phone on my night stand and didn't touch it for the rest of the night. Needless to say, I had a hard time sleeping.

The next day I did a Google search on the app to see if it would occassionally play pranks on the user. But it showed no information. I didn't go back to the app for several days and when I did, it was with the understanding that if that fucking clown was still there, I was uninstalling that shit.

In the past, whenever I opened the app it always opened in the area in front of the railway station. Whatever current event was going on was usually being staged in that area. For the past couple of days that event was a jungle expedition.

What greeted me was a scene from a horror movie, albeit, a tiny, animated horror movie. The jungle quest expedition had been incinerated by an explosion at the fuel factory across from their campsite. Their charred remains lay scattered amongst the destruction of the camp. The Great Dane dog that I frequently saw about town, being walked by a young man in his 20's, was knawing on a bloody leg bone. He looked up at me with demonic red eyes.

I pinched the screen to reduce the area and got a birds eye view of the death and destruction that had engulfed my township. Anything that wasn't currently on fire was smoldering. The bodies of the townspeople were scattered everywhere, But not all of the residents were dead. Yet. I watched in horror as they murdered each other.

The brown haired scientist pointed the giant ray gun at the busker and disintegrated him. He dissolved into a very lifelike bloody mass.

The female jogger with the brown ponytail, in the black track suit was being brutally raped by the workman who was always walking around town in overalls, a hard hat, and carrying a wrench. As I watched, he bashed her in the head with the wrench to take some of the fight out of her. Her left eye popped out of it's socket with the force of the blow.

The young blonde female in the the pink shorts and crop top was being dealt a similar fate by the three guys from The House of Luck. They didn't have a wrench, but they did have a tire iron. There was blood everywhere.

The bride and groom on the steps of the photography studio next to the wedding chapel were shot dead, execution style, by one of the town's roaming police officers. He shot the photographer in the same manner and was heading in the direction of the school. There were children on the playground next to the building.

A farm hand in the cow shed stabbed another worker with a pitchfork, while another pitchfork wielding worker leaned over the fence and stabbed the guy in the hotdog suit. I thought it looked like some kind of demented weinie roast and stifled a hysterical laugh.

One of the workers at the bakery shoved his coworker into the oven. Another died in a similar fashion at the forge beside the mine. The fire truck and ambulance ran through the town, no longer switching direction randomly, but plowing through fields and over the little farm hands as they toiled among the cacao trees and sugar cane. Their bodies writhing in torment as they lay dying.

The heavyset African American woman who was always walking her little dog, was being beaten to death by the guitar player. He repeatedly smashed his guitar into her face. After the guitar broke, he finished her off with a board from a nearby building site. There were always new building sites. The board had nails in it.

A mother pushing a stroller with her infant son was murdered by the town artist when he picked up a grill from the yard of a pink bungalow and smashed it down on them both. The toddler died instantly. The mother lay bleeding with a gaping head wound.

I don't know why I didn't close out the game and delete the app then and there, but some part of me had to know. Had to see. That fucking clown. I knew he was responsible. I scanned each area, but with the fire and smoke, and the screaming it was hard to see. Hard to concentrate. But at last, I found him.

He was once again atop the barn, which had had doubled in size since the last time I had upgraded it. It was the only structure in my township that was was not engulfed in flames.

Immediately I noticed the barn doors were open and the bodies of all of the township's children were strewn about inside, all in various states of decay and most having been partially cannabalized.

Even animated, the scene was graphic and horrific. I finally dragged my eyes to him. He had been patiently waiting. He was proud of his work and wanted me to view it entirely. He smiled broadly at me, blood and gore clearly visible in his teeth.

My hands were shaking and at some point I knew I was going to vomit. I closed the app and immediately went to settings, but knew I wasn't going to be able to uninstall it fast enough. The damaged was done. He was in and he wasn't leaving. I am afraid to go to the mansion.

Submitted September 04, 2019 at 12:34AM by kayleigh220 https://ift.tt/2ZOcL3u