The Mask of Fear Janie was just a child when it first happened. Her family lived in a rural neighbourhood called Haspin.

She called out, "Who are you?"

The figure did not say anything.

She turned around and began walking faster.

Her heart was pounding with adrenaline. She gasped as something came in front of her. It was the dark figure! He looked into the light of the street light above them and she made out the visible features of a clown mask. She screamed and began to run.

She found herself end up at her neighbours house. She raced to the front door. She pounded on the door and the door came open finally after a minute. Janie looked at old farmer Ted and said, "It's after me! Can you call my aunt?"

Ted made a dash to the kitchen where the phone hung on the wall. He dialled her aunt’s phone number and Janie poured out her story to her. Once she was at home and in bed, Janie was shaking with fear. She couldn't sleep for fear that the masked intruder might find her. He would try and kill her all over again. She was tiring of these games fast.

The next morning came and she dressed for school faking a smile to her aunt as she went out the door. When she got to school, first and second periods went by fast. Third period was gym class. She was last to get changed. She was alone in the locker room getting dressed when the clown figure appeared in the showers. She let out a terrifying scream.

A loud 'hack hack' could be heard echoing around the locker room. When the girls came back from class they found blood trailed into the back shower stall. The janitor's body lay in a pool of blood. A clown mask lay at his feet smeared with blood. Janie lay huddled in the opposite corner with a look of fear on her face.

When later questioned by the authorities Janie simply told them he threatened her and she killed him. Authorities later that night sent Janie back into her aunt’s care.

3 Years Later . . . . .

She heard the sound of sirens beaming outside her aunt’s home. The sound of her aunts cries still ringing through her head.

Bang.

Her bedroom door burst open followed by the sound of footsteps slowly approaching her. The closet doors opened and the officer stared into Janie’s eyes. They were just black holes waiting to suck everything in, and the clown mask she once feared covered her face as if she was ashamed.

Janie was drenched in her aunt’s blood.

“Come with me.”

“NO.”

Janie lashed out in rage and knocked down the officer. She then sped off into the darkness with the all feared clown mask still covering her unforgiving and unforgettable face. She was never seen again by anyone again.