Drag

Melanie was home alone. It was a typical Saturday, and the sixteen year old was left home alone. She wandered around the house and tried to entertain herself. She hung upside down on the couch and tried to play floppy fish. All of a sudden, her phone buzzed, causing the phone to wiggle out of her hands and fall on to her house. "Ouch!" Melanie cried. She rubbed her face and rolled off the couch to retrieve her phone. Her body hit the floor with a sickening splat. "Ow!" she cried out in pain again as the corner of her hip hit the hard floor.

When she opened the message it showed a picture of her, laying upside down as she just was. The number was blocked. She lifted herself back onto the couch and uneasily looked out the window. Then, her phone buzzed again, causing her to jump. This time the picture was in selfie form of a clown. By its surroundings she could see that the clown was in her kitchen. Melanie started to panic, she flopped around trying to find a place to hide. Drag, drag, drag. She was a foot away from her hiding place. Drag, drag, drag. A shooting pain in Melanie's back caused her to scream out in agony. The lunatic like laughter mixed with Melanie's screams were soon muffled. The clown put tape over the girls mouth and chuckled softly.

He took out a large blood soaked kitchen knife. It was the same one he had plunged through her back just moments earlier. His large knife impaled her abdomen and she could only whimper in reply. He took out a handful of mushy entrails and shoved them into his sharp toothed mouth. Melanie screeched in agony as the clown began to devour her liver. His blood soaked face smiled one last time before she slipped away.

Melanie could have lived if she would have kicked the clown or ran. But, that is the problem with having no legs.