I have been tagged in this challenge by Sadje of the blog, Keep it Alive:
Thank you, Sadje, I shall try to do it justice.
Teresa, The Haunted Wordsmith, started it off, see her post here:
1. Copy the story as you receive it.
2. Add to the story in some fashion.
3. Tag another person to contribute to or finish the story.
4. Please use FTS as a tag so I can find it or link back to part 1.
5. Have Fun!
Faith stretched and yawned. Somewhere in the house, the kittens were rough-housing and the neighbour’s rooster crowed ear-splittingly loud. There was no use in complaining to the Harvey’s again. She sighed, sat up, and slipped into her slippers. Warm chestnut aroma filtering from the kitchen suggested she was running late. The coffee pot’s timer was set for six, but it felt much earlier. Probably should not have watched the late-late movie, she told herself.
“Tom is always worth it.” She chuckled and set about her morning routine.
By the time she showered and poured her coffee to go, she had decided it was much later than usual. No time for breakfast or yoga. Traffic was light and convinced her even more that she was running behind schedule. She dashed through the terminal and reached the train doors with seconds to spare. They closed behind her and the train lurched forward.
Faith grabbed a hold of the person in front of her to avoid falling over and chuckled. “Excuse me. Sorry. I didn’t mean –“
Without intending too, she screamed as her eyes took in the thing standing in front of her. She released her grip and stepped back.
“Watch it, young lady,” a voice said behind her.
Faith glanced behind her and …
Part Two –
She uttered a shrill scream. The vision in front of her was unbelievable. The guy, or was it just a gawky teenager, she couldn’t tell because of the clown makeup he was wearing. The costume was all colours of the rainbow and the face was so skillfully made up to resemble a zombie clown. He was grinning at her and with the get up it really looked as if he was ready to devour her with those sharp teeth.
She looked around her and realized that the whole compartment was full of clowns in different costumes and get up. They were all chatting and laughing with each other. It seemed that she had stepped into a nightmare. It wasn’t their fault. Not everyone is afraid of clowns.
She found an empty seat and sat there. Careful to keep her eyes averted from all those clowns. The train was travelling at an unusually fast speed and soon it stopped at the next station. The doors open to let in………….
My Addition –
…even more clowns. She blinked and rubbed her eyes. She couldn’t believe that everyone getting on was dressed in the same kind of clown outfits as everyone already on the train.
She fumbled in her handbag and took out her asthma spray and gave it two puffs into her mouth.
She felt the tightening in her lungs relax and was able to breathe again, but it didn’t alter the fact that she was in a living nightmare. Her fear of clowns had been something she could usually deal with. After all, as long as you avoid circuses and were careful about what movies you watch, you could normally avoid clowns easily.
Occasionally one of the clowns would look down at her cowering in her seat and grin menacingly at her either with red painted lips or from behind a mask.
One person came up to her and bend down to speak to her.
“Feeling a little nervous are we?” The voice said.
“Well, just you wait until we get to our destination” the man added.
“Wait, isn’t this the train to the centre of town? I’m late already for work” Faith asked.
The man laughed for what seemed like a lifetime and eventually responded.
“Oh no, this is the express train to…….”
to be continued…..
So who shall I tag to continue this Clownish tale?
Carolyn from Hawkfeatherstories? Fancy having a go?
If you don’t feel like it, let me know and I’ll tag someone else. Got to keep the story going. 🙂