I quietly walk on the sidewalk, my painting under the arm, thinking of my day. Painter I am in my free time. It is a hobby for me. I can y past times crazy, without knowing me. A few hours earlier, I had come home, the completed head of new concepts, after a long day at the University. My day went well, but I still have in mind the horrible nightmare that I made last night. Poor night! I have the impression, at the moment; I try the same path as in my nocturnal anguish. Yet, I know that it is not at all the same place and that in addition, it was a fucking dream. But his eyes, disgust driven into his skull and fucking blue and red, flowers always seem here. Still clinging to my thinking as to tell me something. This is the first time it makes me it.

 
After a while of walking, that impression fades somewhat. In fact, for the first time of the day, I do think really; I now have that in mind my destination: 4011,23 e Street. Throughout the week, I had stopped to think about this day. Only today who had deferred. Marie, a friend, made a surprise party for the birthday of Jack, and this is that I’m going.
 
While there is no car in the street, I through to the race. When I went on the opposite sidewalk, I watch my shows time: 19: 30. I’ll arrive late! Why am I not party earlier… Only one choice is available to me: go through the neighborhood of the barn. I do not like, but really not their supplication that I give them money, but sometimes I have to go this route. And today, I have even more; because I must not arrive late. The surprise would be inevitably wasted. And more, I brought her gift: painting.
 
I borrowed a passage between two buildings, and enters the neighborhood that I loved so much… I find myself to discover that there was no one outside. Despite this fact, I not lagging not the knot and I hurry to get out quickly from here. I turn to a corner of the House and it is at this time that I hear crying. Unwittingly too, my instinct leads me to close me to the place where I seem to hear a voice in distress.

 
I constantly look everywhere, seeking an index, but in vain. I see nothing; I hear that. Each breath-holding spells just hit my ears done redouble my earthquakes. That is what I am still here? I returns abruptly; stopped crying. I note the eyes: I engulfed in a “cul de sac“without knowing me, between two huge walls. I fell into the trap. What trap? I surprised myself to think about it. No… But that is crazy I still there? There is no person who could cry. Would have my mind played me a tour?
 
This option clears as quickly as it has emerged. I open my mouth to shout, but no it’s not in escapes. I have before me my worst nightmare, one that I had last night! I sense long slurry of sweat running on my neck, pushing my anxiety to a critical phase. It is impossible, only impossible. The clown who left no part approached me, very quickly, faster that its movements might have to move it forward. An irritant thrill through me the head to the bottom of the back. I take steps, then two, but while I was going to make a third, my foot came to hang on to a pipe pouring out of the ground. I fell to the ground, and then I am hit my head on the cement. My eyes fill with water and I have a terrible pain in the neck. I was able to see low, between the tears from my eyes, my table which lies in a puddle of water, upside.
 
I hear its terrible laughter, shrill and so appalling. The Clown approached me, fixed me intensely.
 
-Want a flower? asked me calmly. I have a blue and a red. Do you want to?
 
I try not to respond, I to would have been unable to. My hands are so sweaty, my heart beats pounding. I have never had fear of my life, if an indescribable fear.
 
-Max? What is you want flowers!
 
I get a wave of postillon in my face. He approached so close to me that I feel his breath. It is so foul that I have the heart top. I suddenly see his teeth yellow and all distorted. I recede again, but on the hands. Suddenly, I found something with my back. The wall! The height of the shit! I am, this time took the trap and not as a little. I feel my heart to pack in my chest, as if he wanted to leave, to escape it all. I fear that my head is incredibly heavy; I sense my eyes who want to get out of their orbit.
 
-You have fear, Max? You don’t want instead of the pretty flowers? They are not evil, you’re going to see.
He tend a,… a red. The Clown made me sign of the head to take. I hasten to answer the pushing a strong movement of the hand.
 
Suddenly, the Clown throws her body: it is likely. I panic more, moaning quietly. That is what I would have given that I am home! His face wrinkles and it greenhouse jaw, I distinctly hear the sound of teeth grinding. At this time, I doubt that this is the end for me. It reveals a knife from beneath his yellow disguise and then the point to me.
 
-You have not made the right choice, my little Max!
 
I close my eyes in the knowledge that I will never opening, but the sound of a shotgun is reloaded goes to my ear. I finally open the eyes just in time to see the Clown who smiles at me. His exaggerated smile gives me the scare, but it is the last time I am afraid: the ball of the rifle just sink into its belly. I turn to my Savior: person. I do not understand, I am completely disoriented. I am returns to the body of the Clown: he disappeared! I me throws a bond, takes my painting, and then I go to the race, fleeing this terrible nightmare.
 
When finally I found myself in the street illuminated by lampposts, I breathe deeply. The air is so good. I am calm, but my heart did not stop yet as a fool. I observed my canvas: the face of the Clown I had painted completely disappeared. I lose a swear word. I am still continuing my route, but I do not press me too stunned by the events. I arrive late and then… It’s not important after what I experienced. As I so often do, I put my hands in my pockets. Oddly I meet an object in one of them… I remember yet be nothing developed. I I hurry to watch what he is leaving the object: a frail green stem. I search my other Pocket: the petals of a blue flower!
 
A vehicle stops close to me, but I have not yet lifted the shoot. The driver out of his car and then me:
 
-Hey, young! Halloween is passed!
 
I decline the head, and then observed my clothes: I am dressed in Clown! A horrible cry resounds in my head, similar to the voice of the Clown of earlier. Unwittingly, I Am reply:
 
-You want flowers? I have a red and a blue. They are not evil, you’re going to see.