Yellowish corpse wax burned quietly in the old kerosene lamp, its light seeping through the shade, pathetically faint. The clown’s hideous face appeared once more on the door at the end of the corridor. It was smiling. No, perhaps it was better to call it “he.” Its smile was eerie. It had no eyes, and dark red blood seeped from its empty sockets, drop by drop by drop…
“Dear guests, time’s up. Hahahahaha!”
The clown laughed madly, sending a chill through everyone’s bones. To it, this seemed like a moment of immense joy.
“The new script... is beginning. Good... luck... to you!”
Its words grew halting, and its eerie face gradually blurred as the door opened.
Behind the door was a deathly silent darkness. A chilling breeze drifted out now and then, slipping through their hair and making their scalps tingle.
“You... have... wrapped... on my set...”
