A Pierrot's Muse

Sunday 31st May 2009
My sister sat playing on an old Nintendo console on a game which looked very similar to Mario. The colours weren't very vibrant but I watched the fighting combos intently; a low punch, a flying kick, a punch. The small instect/robot-like enemies exploded due to the impact.

Kind of reminds me of that episode of Criminal Intent... I had thought to myself.

My glance then drifted onto the console itself, which strangely, had a cartridge inside shaped like a green watering can, while also noticing that it clearly wasn't my bedroom, or even a room in our house for that matter. The room was huge with three white painted walls while the fourth was in fact a huge window with two glass doors in the middle which lead out into a grassy garden. Two beds were also in the room - one at each side. My sister was sat on the floor in front of the TV; apart from the beds and the TV the room was empty.

I threw myself down onto the bed at the right of the room and fell asleep, a nightmare following shortly after.

It was dark outside- either early morning or late evening - and the soft yellow light from a street lamp was the only thing breaking the thick darkness created by the bare trees which were trailed down a long, steeply inclinded path. There was a wall opposite to the trail of trees and even long branches stetched out of each snicket. I stood very close to this wall as if waiting or just watching.

A man wearing what appeared to be an illuminous green or yellow vest (like the type that are worn during marathons) was jogging down the street with quick pace. Dead leaves crunching softly beneath his feet.

Rustle

His head snapped up from the ground and he listened intently, but continued jogging, his pace slowing.

Rustle

He stopped, head turning to look at a branch which protruded from the wall

Snap

The twigs and loose branches strewn across the floor fell victim to the relentless dash of a clown donning yellow and white baggy clothing and a red wig. He produced a knife and embedded it into the helpless jogger's head.

He screamed in agony before falling limply to the ground.

Unmoving, I inspected the clown who stood staring at his lifeless victim. His right arm was shaped like a branch but it was difficult for me to distinguish whether or not he stuck a branch to his arm, or his arm was in fact, a branch.

I suddenly grow more frightened as his gaze falls on me, a melevolent grin tugging at his ashen face.

Hastily, I jumped and performed an impressive backflip right over the wall and dashed swiftly through a forest of bare, winter trees.

I then woke up in the bed from before, and told my sister about the evil clown.

Then I actually woke up feeling really confused...xD