It was just us seniors. We had our luggage with us as we were going to a hotel to settle and be on our way to six flags afterwards. Seconds later, we finally get off the coach bus going inside a building that had led to six flags. My hair was dark brown and straight. I had a short gray sweater, a dark blue shirt, and light blue skinny jeans with my converse, and a gold watch on my right wrist. While we were all waiting, we were smiling, laughing, joking around, but there was a huge line because we had to get scanned first to make sure no one had any weapons. A big group of us were walking in a maze, the lights were dimmed. It was like walking through a long narrow hallway that would never end as we were going towards a door as if it was an exit which had said “Battery Park”. I looked back at two people who shrugged their shoulders after I asked if this was it but I ignored them because they weren’t any help. I knew deep down inside that something wasn’t right but I went along with it anyway. I pushed the door open halfway, squinting my eyes, trying to get a glimpse of what was happening. The lights kept going off and on and then it got pitch blacked in the hallway. I didn’t have my phone so I wasn’t able to turn on the flashlight and see what was happening. Two minutes later the lights went back on. I had the door opened halfway still and when I looked at it, it turned out to be a circus. Going up the small blue steps, a creepy baby doll with a missing eye and blood all over its mouth kept pulling me up but I was refusing. I was trying my best to fight back and tried to get back down the steps and back into the building because of the fear I have of clowns. Trying to pull myself down, I decided to give up because I knew I could die just for fighting back. So I walked back up the steps, went to sit on the bleacher, and waited for more students to show up.

I was waiting for about five minutes when I noticed that a figure was walking in the circus. I kept staring at it until it came closer and it was the scariest clown I’ve ever seen. He had no eyeballs, he had bald spots that had dried blood on them, and his face had dried paint on it. Every time he would smile, teeth would fall out little by little. I was trying not to get anxious but the thought of him coming near me scared me even more and when he was about to grab my hand, I kicked him in his stomach, but the doll came from behind me, grabbing me by neck and handcuffed me to the bleacher torturing me by ripping skin from my neck, blood that was coming out of me, then they lit a horseshoe on fire burning my face with it. I couldn’t breathe and I kept hyperventilating. Then the clown decided to bomb the circus and when the bomb went off, our bodies were blown up into tiny pieces. I knew I was dead, I stared at my body that was blown up but I walked away because I saw a light but the clown pulled me away trying to make me stay in what I knew was hell.