Go downstairs

Putting distance between the clown and the bodies he was disposing of seemed like the best idea to Leanne. If she could also get changed into her original outfit to avoid any association with the gang of thieves then even better. She dashed towards the staircase without looking back, hoping she wasn't followed. As she arrived a little breathlessly back on the level below she glanced around the corridor.

Thankfully there was no sign of life and she could quickly head for the room where she'd got changed. Easing the door open the peeked inside and was relieved to see that too empty and lifeless. Quietly she stepped inside and moved swiftly to where she'd left her clothes. They were still in the bag exactly where she'd left them not too long before.

Without wasting another second Leanne began to get changed. Peeling the tight cropped t-shirt over her head and releasing her pert naked breasts. However before she could cover herself back up with her own clothes she heard the door behind her slam shut. Turning around with a jump she was startled by the presence of the angry clown from earlier.

"You!" he yelled. "What are you doing in here?"

"I'm... I'm getting changed," squeaked Leanne nervously. Her arms wrapped around her bare chest.

"Why are you alone?" he continued aggressively, stomping closer to the frightened girl. "Where is everyone?"

"I... I... I don't know," she lied. Leanne didn't want to tell him what she'd seen. His angry demeanour was scaring her enough already. If she told him what had happened to his gang mates then she feared what he might do to her.

"You know something!" he yelled, now less than a metre from her and staring madly into her frightened eyes. "Tell me what happened!" The hostile clown grabbed Leanne by her arms and shook her violently, causing her arms to come loose from around her breasts. She didn't know what to say. Should she tell him what she'd seen or not?