Address the clown

Leanne had had enough of being stalked like this and turned to face her tormentor. "Is there something you need?" she called out. Walking back towards the clown, who was now standing stationary in the middle of the corridor ahead of her. "Why are you following me?"

She approached the costumed menace, but the longer he remained motionless the more unnerved Leanne became. She stepped forward with apprehension until she was just a metre away. Those empty dead eyes staring back at her as he said nothing. Leanne became more anxious the longer the silence lasted. She thought to say something but before she could the clown grabbed her and slammed her hard against the door at her side.

"Hey!" she yelled. The young woman was pinned against the solid wooden surface. Leanne squirmed to free herself but it was no use. Then the clown grabbed the door handle and flung it open. Causing Leanne to fall inside the room with a thud.

She rolled over to face the jester just as he closed the door, leaving her alone in the room. At least she thought so anyway. At that moment she heard movement and then a voice.

"Well, hello dear." Leanne leapt to her feet. "I like your dress. So short and sexy." Leanne peered into the gloom where the voice came from. Sat across the room was a grotesquely obese figure. An old man of enormous proportions. His naked gut swollen as he lay on his bed gazing at her. "My name's Mr. Richardson." he continued. "Why don't you come closer and we can get to know each other."