Upstairs

For no reason other than a change of scenery Leanne decided to head upstairs. As she stepped out onto the next floor corridor she saw two of the clowns disappearing into random doorways. Deciding to see what they were up to Leanne peered into one of the rooms and was shocked by what she saw.

The clown was grabbing jewellery whilst holding his sack up for the aged resident to add money and what other valuables he had lying around. Leanne couldn't believe it. They were robbing the place! How had she got mixed up in this.

She had to think of something. She'd unwittingly agreed to join them but she couldn't start terrorising the old people of Rosefield Manor. But she couldn't stand up to a group of dangerous and possibly armed clowns either. She figured she could at least stop them from harming the residents so when the clown returned to the corridor Leanne stepped in.

"Why don't I take the next one?" she offered, hoping the clown wouldn't notice how scared she was. The clown shrugged and thrust the bag towards her which Leanne accepted clumsily. She look nervously at the clown before he directed her to the next door. Knocking softly hoping no-one would answer Leanne was disappointed when a sweet looking old lady answered. "Um, trick... Trick or treat?" she stammered, unable to think of anything better.

The clown, clearly unimpressed, grabbed the bag from Leanne and stepped through the doorway forcefully. Obliging the sweet old lady to back up inside. The clown slammed the door behind him leaving Leanne alone in the corridor as she listened to the yelling and banging from inside. She thought about going in but how was she supposed to stop the guy in the clown mask?

The shouting seemed to die down and as Leanne was starting to hope it might be over quickly she heard a horrible scream. Only this wasn't an old lady's voice. It belonged to the guy in the fancy dress costume.

There was silence for a few moments and Leanne was starting to grow anxious. She knocked again on the door and waited. Eventually she heard the little old lady returning and watched as the door slowly opened. "Um, is... Is everything okay?" she asked worriedly.

"Oh yes, dear." replied the pensioner with a friendly smile. "Everything is quite alright."

"O-Okay then," Leanne didn't know what was going on. "I-I'll leave you to relax."

The old woman thanked her and closed the door again, leaving Leanne confused and worried. What had happened in there and where was the guy in the outfit? Before she could answer her own question there was another terrible cry from the room across the corridor. Leanne froze. She was pretty sure it was the other clown she'd seen on that floor. Maybe whatever was happening to him had happened to the other guy. But did she really want to know what that was?