The day has passed. Night has taken over. Darkness overcame my day. Im kidnapped.


Everything was black, it smelled of oil, and gun powder. I wouldn't dare open my eyes. I heard a fire going. I was laying down, on something soft. I wanted to roll over and get compturble. The fabric was soft and warm, and cozy.

I felt the fabric, it had feathers in it. It was a big blanket.

"Should I dare open my eyes" I thought to myself.

I peeked. I was in a large room, there was a firepit in the middle of it, with a dark figure, kneeling beside it.

I felt my permanent half smile. It was stitched up.

The reflections of light from the fire, made the room lighten up. My vision was coming back.

I heard a clanking of a pan. I looked at the dark figure. There was one of those Clown masked guys, cooking something.

It smelled wonderfull. I tried to move my neck and body, to look around the giant room. I was stuck. Chains locked my arms and legs together.

I was frightened. What were they going to do to me? Would I be able to survive?

Something caught my eye, someone was sleeping next to me.


I turned my head as far as it would go, to see the sleeping figure.

It was a Clown goon. He smelled musky, and of blood.

The sheets next tho the goon, were soaked in blood. I freaked, I rolled off the bed, only to be hitting the floor, with a loud thud.

The goon cooking, looked up. He ran over to me and picked me up by my shoulders, he smelled dirty. His mask had a tear painted below the right eye. The tip of the nose was painted red. There were scratches and dents all over the mask.


But the yellow eyes stood out the most.

Again he had my eyes locked onto his.

I stopped breathing. The sounds of his breathing were muffled by the mask.

He blinked. The trance was broken, I was free from his stare.
"Are you ok?" came the muffled words out of his Mask's unmoving lips.

I gasped in a short breath of air, I was frightened, by my masked Kidnapper.

He still had me by my shoulders, holding me in the air.

He blinked again. The eyes turned bright, as if he was happy.
He set me down, on the same bed as the dead goon.
The wet blood soaked through my pants. I squirmed.
He took off the mask. His makeup was smeared. His hair was coated in sweat. His suit jacket was off. His sleeves of his shirt were rolled up, his arms were very muscular for such a thin man. He was middle aged, had hair that went to the beginging of his neck. His face coated in white paint, and makeup. He was about 5/11 in hieght. He looked a healthy thin weight.


I finnaly spoke up, "Where am I!?!" I gasped. The Joker took one step backwards, "You, are in your new home." Tears Streamed from my eyes, I don't want to live with a murderer! "NO!" I yelled, stopping shortly becuase of the stitches. "I want to go back to my family!" The Joker's response, was slow, and kind. Unlike his eyes. "You know to much, you've witnessed to much. I have already brung you into my secret house, I guess your apart of my family for ahwile."


His family. What family. He is lieing. Im not going to be bothered by this maniac.






              Iv'e lived through the day, but here is the Night.