Alone in the house, I looked out the window with cold sweat and a shiver down my spine. I could see clowns devouring over human corpses and power lines right on the other side of that window. The neighbors were too frantic about that situation, so they didn't call 911 in time. That's one of the exact reasons why the clowns were still there, and the neighbors were being eaten. I didn't want that to happen to my body either, so I decided to check that all the doors and latches were locked to stay safe, but it was too late. I heard banging and screams through the front door, and eventually, the door breaking. My heart was racing as fast as a marathon runner, and I had to resort to "run, hide, or fight" in order to live. My initial instincts during that time told me to hide in the bathroom closet, so as any normal human being would, I did exactly that. I tried to dial 911 with the rotary phone in the meantime, but then remembered that the power lines were damaged, so I had no hope. I waited for a few minutes in the closet until I heard creaking coming from the staircase, which is when I immediately gripped the nearby toilet plunger and headed towards the noise. When I arrived at the top of the staircase, I saw a pale-faced clown with sharp, rigid teeth and blood slowly trickling from its mouth. I dashed down the stairs towards the clown with the plunger in my hands. I pushed the plunger onto the clown, but it didn’t budge even a bit. The clown became furious and was only seconds away from chowing down on me, right before when I realized that I had a pocket knife in my pocket. I quickly grabbed the knife, impaled through the clown's flesh, and suddenly did it collapse. Soon after, I heard a final crackling of laughter from somewhere within the house.