Go alone

Leanne had no intention of being left alone with the menacing clown. Even though she would prefer to have someone with her she agreed they could get it done faster if they split up. "I'll go alone." she informed them.

"Okay, I need you to get me a key." explained Abbie. "Since you're dressed like... that. It should be easier for you to get it." Leanne looked down at her naughty schoolgirl outfit. She wondered what Abbie meant and what would she have said if she'd picked the nurse outfit. "Go that way as far as you can. At the end of the corridor you'll see a room. The key should be in there." Leanne nodded to confirm she understood the instructions. "Just be careful."

"Thanks. You too." With that Leanne turned and left Abbie and the clown with whatever they were up to. She could still feel the sinister joker watching her little arse in the tiny skirt as she walked away.

Leanne followed Abbie's instructions and headed down the corridor until she reached the end. The path seemed to start leading down and it was some time before Leanne arrived at the end of it. When she got there wasn't so much of a room as Abbie had described it. More of a hole. Either way she needed to go in and with a deep breath she cautiously entered.

The inside was dark and it took some time to acclimatise after the bright light of the basement corridor. Looking around she wondered why Abbie had sent her to an empty room. Was she working with the clown to trap her? Were they planning something even worse? Then she heard a faint noise. She wasn't sure what it was at first but then she heard it again. The sound of someone shuffling. Moving slowly around the room. Moving closer to her with her scuffed step.

"Hello?" she called out anxiously. "Who's there?"

The noise stopped. There was nothing but silence. Then Leanne remembered what Abbie had said. Her outfit made it easier to get what she needed. So if she played up the naughty schoolgirl act she should get the key and get out of there in no time. She hoped. At least Leanne knew how to do that. Even if these weren't the circumstances she'd like to do it in.

"Um, could you help me?" she tried again. "I'm a little lost." Suddenly she noticed a pair of eyes staring at her in the blackness. "Can you help me? I really need your help."

Leanne began really piling on the flirtatious body language at this point. Seductively nibbling her fingertip, toying with her hair, kicking her slender leg up behind her. Even bouncing around a little. Although this was slightly due to nerves too. She had no idea who or what she was talking to. Or even if there was only one of them.

The shuffling began again. Slowly at first but the eyes began to move closer. Seemingly unable to resist the young woman. Soon barely a couple of metres from Leanne she could finally make out what appeared to be an old man with long scraggly hair. "Hey there," she grinned. "Can you help me out? I'll be ever so grateful."

"I don't see many people down here," he said slowly. His voice was cracked a gravely, like he hadn't had anything to drink for a long time. "Especially not anyone as young as you." The closer the old man came the more Leanne could see of him. Not only was his hair raggedy but also his clothes too and his skin seemed leathery, even for an old man. "What do you want?" he whispered.

"Um, I'm looking for a key," she replied. She wasn't sure if she should just come out and say it but it was too late now.

"I have many things," responded the old man. "Come and see." He beckoned Leanne further into his room. As he waved his hands Leanne noticed how clawed his fingers were with sharp talons topping each one. Despite her fear she did as he asked and moved further into the gloom, stepping slowly and carefully as she moved forwards. Eventually she reached the back wall. Her hands pressing against the cold, damp stone. There, illuminated by candle light, was a box filled with all sorts of objects. And buried in the middle sat a small silver key.

'That must be it!' she thought. "This. This is what I want." she declared to the strange old man.

"And what can I have in return?" he enquired, his voice almost hissing.

"What... What do you want?" asked Leanne nervously. She didn't like the way he was ogling her. She wrapped her arms tightly around her body, trying to cover the ample cleavage that was on display in the low cut blouse.

"I want... something special. Something to remember you by." The old man's grin was creepy and made Leanne's skin crawl. She could only imagine what he meant by that. However as she was preparing to do whatever she had to get the key she felt the old man's hands touching her thighs. His claws scratching her soft flesh. Slowly they glided up under her short skirt until she felt a tug on her white underwear. In a flash the old man had ripped them from her body with his razor like claws. Her breathing increased as she awaited the next inevitable part. Her eyes closed tightly trying to block it out. "Yes. These will do nicely."

Leanne opened her eyes again. The old man was inspecting her panties closely, barely paying attention to her any more. He held out the little silver key without even looking at her. Dropping it into Leanne's open palm.

"Th-Thank you," she stammered. Surprised at the outcome Leanne turned to leave. Cautiously moving faster as she stepped closer to the exit. She turned to look back towards the old man but he was still fixed on his new acquisition. Leanne had what she came for. Now she just had to get back to Abbie and her father.

As she turned the corner to where she'd last seen them Leanne spotted the young blonde woman waiting impatiently. Leanne greeted her with a smile as she held up the key but Abbie didn't return the gesture. "I got it!" grinned Leanne. "So where's the... Your dad?"

"He hasn't come back yet," replied Abbie. The anxiety clear in her voice. "He had to go somewhere dangerous. Really dangerous. I'm worried what might have happened to him." Leanne said nothing and observed the young woman. She wished there was something she could do to help but realised that until Abbie's father returned they would have to just wait.