“That’s it,” said Kevin, pointing at the old brick building with boarded windows. “That’s where they found the bodies.”
“So Clownface is real?” asked A.J.?
“Yeah. Killed sixteen kids back in like… the 70’s or something,” whispered Kevin. “He peeled off their skin and made his clown masks from it.”
“But they caught him, right?” A.J. asked nervously.
A.J. spun around to see a figure in a clown mask behind him. He dropped and shrieked.
Tony pulled off the mask and laughed. Kevin joined him.
“We totally got you!” yelled Tony.
“Not funny!” complained A.J. picking himself up.
From behind the boards of the top window, two eyes behind a brightly painted masked watched the three boys. Powerful fingers gripped an axe.
[This is my entry into this weeks Friday Fictioneers challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Use the photo prompt to create a short story in 100 words or less. Sorry for going over on this one.]