It was my 6th Birthday, a rainy Saturday evening and I was to attend a children’s Treat at the old Anglican’s Church Hall at the centre of the Village. I was extremely excited, as I was going to see the clown lady “Cassye”. Cassye was a very famous clown in the area and all my classmates and neighborhood friends would talk about her.
I was happy that I was going to finally get a chance to see her live. My Aunt Sierra came by our house to pick me up about 5:00pm as the treat was scheduled to start about 5:30pm. And the Church was pretty close to my house.
As I reached the church, I met up with some of my classmates, and my two friends Josh and Bradley, and we ate and exchanged gifts and waited for Cassye to arrive. Miss Rhoden who was the co-coordinator for the treat had arranged a section of the church hall for Cassye to perform.
It was about 7:00pm and all the other kids gathered, talking and laughing in anticipation of Cassye… Suddenly Miss Rhoden came back to the church Hall crying, where she then told us that Cassye would not be coming to perform.
“Cassye had a car accident and was killed”, she sorrowfully told us. The entire room was filled with mourning and sadness. We left the church hall immediately as everyone was saddened by the terrible news Miss Rhoden delivered.
Cassye was buried days later in the neighborhood cemetery, just along the main road. Her Tomb was the largest, and it was colorful, reflecting who jolly clown nature.
Time passed and my regrets of never seeing this clown woman performed were soon erased as I grew older.
On my 18ths Birthday, another rainy Saturday evening and I was home alone for the weekend. My Friends Josh and Bradley planned that we would spend the evening at a Bar in our neighborhood. It was about 7:00pm and we reach the bar and bought some beers and were really enjoying ourselves.
We were at the bar until about 11:00pm when we left and began walking home, it was still raining a little, the streets were empty and it was a damp chill. It seemed like we were the only people still out. The wind was choppy.
As we walked home Josh began reminding us of some of the stuff we would do from childhood days. We spoke about some of our best times, and then Bradley reminded us of the Cassye the Lady Clown.
I told Bradley that I never got the chance to see Cassye perform live and I reminded him of how she died on my 6th Birthday before I saw her perform. Bradley laughed loudly as we approached the cemetery, saying, “well she is just ahead of us so if you want to see her perform tonight, you still can”. “Ha ha ah” we all laughed.
Josh then exclaimed that Cassye had forgotten all her tricks and jokes after being in her hot grave for so long, I disagreed and so we went on and on about. Bradley suggested that we ask Cassye herself.
As we reached the cemetery Josh shouted, “Hey Cassye, how are you doing”? And we all laughed as we stood talking to the large tomb. Josh asked, “are you still as good as you were then”? And we giggled. The rain then came down harder and I threw my Beer Bottle on to Cassye’s tomb and yelled, “You party pooper, you chose to die when you were to perform for me”, and we laughed and ran.
Josh and Bradley were cousins living together in the same house, which was just two blocks from where I lived. As Josh and Bradley reached their gate, Bradley said to me, “Go on home now birthday boy, and don’t dream too much about Cassye”. For a second, I felt a bolt of fear running through my body. I could only reply by saying “ok”, as the very thought of what Bradley said, crippled my speech.
All I could see was Cassye’s large tomb in my mind. Josh and Bradley then went inside their house and I walked home alone. The place was extremely quiet and I could hear my heart beating pretty loud, it was like something was just not right. I began looking behind me as fear took over my entire being.
I walked quickly to my house and I hastily reached in my pants pocket and took out my keys. As I went inside I tried to calm myself down with a glass of water, but has I stood in the dining room, I heard something knock against my front door.
My eyes snapped wide open, my heart was racing and my body felt very hot, as fear burnt through my skin. I was paralyzed as I fearfully looked in the direction of the door. The thought immediately came to me that I shouldn’t have thrown the bottle at Cassye’s tomb, and I was now sorry for it.
I stood at the same spot in the dining room for about 2 minutes but I didn’t hear or see anything so I slowly walked to my room leaving the lights on. I then closed my room door and went to use the bathroom after which I got in my bed.
As I laid there with the lights dimmed, but still on, I talked myself out of the ridiculous. I slowly started falling asleep, and then… the lights dimmed completely out…. I was crushed by fear, and I lay still on my bed, anticipating what was to come. I was there for about a minute, then I heard a loud laugh “ha ha ha haaa” the voice of a woman, I felt like my head was swollen, I tried to scream but I could not talk, I tried to get up but I realized I could not move.
The place was pitch black. My heart was racing even skipping beats. The lights came back on a little, and I didn’t notice anything different inside my room. As I looked around at my side windows nothing was there, and Bang! A face appeared out of the darkness! It was a clown woman looking straight at me. Her face was covered in white death, her eyes looked like that of a cat, her eye brows were dark and she was wearing bright red lips. She looked horrifying! I tried to scream out in fright, but nothing came out. I then heard the clown woman screaming in a screeching muffled voice from outside my window.
As she screamed, her breath began making frost on my window glass and her eyes opened wide. I jumped from my bed and ran inside my bathroom. The lights then went out again, and I stood in my bathroom trembling and sweating, as I realized that Cassye must have followed me home? Again the lights came on and I immediately called Bradley and Josh for help.
I scrambled back to my room to get my phone and then ran back to the bathroom. I called Josh and told him I was in troubled and I needed help at my house. He thought I was joking, but I was able to convince him I was not. I didn’t dare tell him I thought it was Cassye or he would laugh at me. Moreover he probably wouldn’t come to my rescue. Shortly there after Josh called me telling me they were almost to my house. After what was plenty of time for them to arrive, I called Josh’s cell phone. It went straight to voice mail. My heart sank. Dreadfully, I looked up at the window to see Cassye’s screaming clown face appearing in the window. Her scream slowly relaxed into a smile, and then she was gone…
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