Randall's Clown


Randall Jensen woke up very early today.  Today was his first day of school.  The five year old dressed himself in the clothes that were laid out for him, and then ran wildly down the stairs.  He quickly fixed himself a bowl of cereal and ate it down.  He then started playing with his toy truck to pass the time while his mother slowly awoke and prepared for her day.

While playing with the truck, a figure appeared before Randall.  The figure was adult in size, somewhat translucent, and looked like a clown.  He had a seriously silly smile on his face which seemed fixed in place.  His eyes locked onto Randall and didn't veer away.

“Randall...Randall...wanna have some fun?” asked the clown.

 

Randall tried to look away from the clown.  He ignored the clown's request and continued to play with his truck.  Then the clown pushed a glass statue off a nearby coffee table.  The statue shattered into dozens of pieces on the wooden floor.

“No...Why did you do that?” Randall whined.





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