The dark yellow corpse wax burns quietly in the old kerosene lamp, and a pitifully weak light is emitted through the lampshade. The clown's hideous face reappears on the door at the end of the corridor. He is laughing, no, maybe we should call it "it". The smile is very weird. It has no eyes, and dark red blood flows out of the empty eye sockets, one drop, one drop, another drop...
"Dear guests, the time is up, hahahahaha"
The clown laughs crazily, sending chills down people's bones. It seems that for it, this is an extremely happy moment.
"The new script... Has started. I wish... You... Good luck!"
Its words began to be intermittent, and its strange face gradually became blurred as the door opened.
Behind the door, there was deathly darkness, and a cold breeze blew out from time to time, slipping through the hair and making people's scalp numb.
"You... In my script... Is finished"
