Try to leave

Leanne had no idea whether Dan was the clown or not. This could all just be one big misunderstanding. Her head was all over the place and she just wanted to put an end to it. “I’ve got to go,” she told Gary.

With one last lingering stare at the terrifying clown costume Leanne turned and headed swiftly towards the door. Stopping only to grab the dress on her way out. Back outside in the corridor she looked around her. There was no sign of anyone else and it was still eerily quiet. She was nervous about walking the corridors alone, especially half-naked.

Leanne had **** but to wear the dress. Reluctantly she kicked off her pumps before beginning to unbutton her jeans, stripping swiftly to her panties in the middle of the hallway. A chill caused her to shiver as she stood in nothing but her underwear and she pulled the little black dress over her head before adjusting it into position. There was a white apron attached to the front with matching trim around the hem and across the neckline. It was clearly some kind of sexy maid costume left over from a fancy-dress party. She wasn’t sure if Gary realised this or not when he picked it out. She also saw just how short it was. The bottom of the dress barely reaching mid-thigh and showing too much of her slender legs to be walking around an old people’s home. The dress hung quite loose at the bottom and swished around as she walked. If she wanted to flash her lace panties at anyone it would be so easy to just flick the front up and give them a little teasing glimpse of her underwear. Ready to go Leanne stepped forward anxiously and made her way to the exit.

She was **** to get out of there and in her fear she managed to take a wrong turn, finding herself facing a dead end and being **** to turn back. She cursed herself for not paying attention and quickly retraced her steps until she was on the right track once more. She turned the corner onto the hallway that led to the main exit but as she looked ahead she saw a menacing figure standing in her way.

Leanne froze. The clown was in the middle of the corridor maybe 30 or 40 metres away. He was staring directly at her, there was no way he hadn’t seen her. She wondered what to do. She looked one way and then the other, searching desperately for an alternative. Her eyes darted back to the creepy clown. He still hadn’t moved and Leanne wondered what he wanted. ‘Maybe he’s not as bad as I’m imagining,’ she thought to herself. ‘It could just all be in my head.’ But as she hesitated the clown took a step forwards, moving towards her. His steps becoming faster and faster. Leanne began to panic and she looked around her once more for an escape.