Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-25193000-20141007032712

Amy was the daughter of a rich business woman and her father had passed away when she was eight years old. Now she was a fifteen years old, happy, young girl. She was popular at school for her charming looks and personality and she was a successful and a smart student. She and her mother lived in a big manor and they owned seven dogs. Seven was a lucky number for Amy, since on the seventh day of any month, something extremely good would always happen to her and you could say she was a little obsessed with the number.

It was the 6th day of October, 2005.
Amy was walking home from school at three o'clock. She lived pretty far away, so her mother usually picked her up, but today she had an important meeting at work. Amy's long and curly blonde hair was waving in the air and her blue eyes were shining bright. Today she and her mother were gonna have a movie night, so on the way home she went to buy popcorn and lemonade.

She was excited for tomorrow, since it would be the seventh day of October, and wondered what good would happen this time. Last month, she got her seventh dog and the month before that, she had her birthday and got the best presents she could've ever wish for. Her life was going uphill, more and more every single month.

For some reason, though, Amy couldn't resist this weird, bad feeling inside her, besides everything good that was going on. She decided to ignore it for now and enjoy the day as much as she could. Her mother came home and they started spending time together instantly and then, when it was evening they started to watch the movie. She went to bed early that night, because she just couldn't handle the bad feeling anymore. She didn't even watch the movie they arranged for the night halfway through and told her mom that she had a stomach ache and went upstairs to her room.

It took a long while, before she fell asleep. That night she had a strange dream. In the dream she was walking down a abandonded alley. The place had smoke everywhere and it was so dark that it was almost impossible to see where she was walking. The alley was long and looked like no one else, besides her was there. Amy tried to walk through it, but it seemed like the alley would never end. All of a sudden she heard music coming from before her. It sounded like a music box. It was quiet and slow, but somehow dark. Amy noticed the black smoke around her started to turn colourful. It started surrounding her, until she couldn't see anything. She started coughing and it felt like she would choke on the smoke. A few minutes went past and the smoke finally started to clear away. When it did, Amy saw a.. carnival. It looked like it was abandoned. It was looked pretty colourless, old, rotten and absolutely creepy.

Amy felt shivers going through her back and every hair on her body rose up. Then Amy realized.. Shivers. She felt cold. She couldn't tell, if she was in a dream, or not. It felt so real.

Amy took a few steps back and all of a sudden she heard a laughter. It sounded funny and happy. Amy took a look around her, and out of nowhere, from behind the colorful smoke that was left, she saw a clown staring at her with pink eyes. It's teeth were sharp, it had no pupils and it's skin was as white as snow. It's hair was white,curly, and messy, like no one had brushed it in years. It's clothes were black and white and it had a red tear painted on it's left cheek.

The clown kept laughing and staring at Amy and she quickly decided to run. Amy ran and ran, but the carnival seemed like it would never end. Some of the equipment around her seemed to be slowly moving. She kept running, and then looked behind her. She couldn't see anything, but dark. When she turned around again, she saw a glimpse of the clown right next to her and Amy blacked out.

It seemed like a few hours had passed and she woke up in a tent. Her head was aching and her nose was bleeding. She could hear her own heart beating, and it felt like it could burst out of her chest. Amy was shocked to realize that she couldn't move at all. There was nothing to keep her down, though. She looked around the dark tent and saw nothing. there was nothing, but one candle beside her, but otherwise the tent was completely empty, dark and cold.

Amy begged herself to wake up, but it didn't work. It was so quiet that she could clearly hear herself breathing. Few minutes, that felt like an eternity, passed. Then, she saw the colourful smoke coming into the tent. Amy started coughing again and tried to stand up to sit, but she couldn't. She just had to lie there, helpless.

The clown she saw earlier came inside the tent and smiled at Amy. It walked closer to her and grabbed her hair.

"I'm gonna create a demon that is able to make anyone's nightmares come true. That demon is gonna be the one, who will judge if anyone's life is worthy," it suddenly said, with a raspy voice.

Amy felt her heart skip a beat. She looked at the clown with wide eyes and she wanted to cry. She was still begging for herself to wake up from this nightmare.

The clown smirked at her and continued.

"You're gonna have to create that demon with me. You'll have to carry that demon inside you, until it's ready to rip your stomach open and fulfill it's duty. This world is so full of useless people that need to be wiped off from earth and be thrown into the deepest depths of hell. With every living thing the demon kills, it will become more powerfull. Even if the innocent's blood is spilled, it's for the sake of power."

The clown started laughing and it was so blood chilling that Amy finally started crying. This young girl had reached it's limit and with a shaky, scared voice, she asked;

"Why me?"

The clown looked at her and started laughing again.

"Dear, don't think you're special. You were just born on a special day. August seventh. Ah, the memories. I happened to be born the same day and the same time you did, but a different year, of course. But now I'm old. Too old, and forgotten. I don't have enough of powers to roam the earth anymore. I barely even have enough of powers to appear in your dream and show you your worst nightmares, but I can do it, anyway. I need to be reborn. That's why your here."

After the clown said that, Amy blacked out and she couldn't remember what happened after that at all. She woke up around five AM in her bed, screaming in pain and she was sweating all over. Her mother came in her room to calm her down. Amy couldn't sleep after that.

Every night she had a trouble of sleeping. Luckily, though, she had no more nightmares. Actually, her dreams were better than ever.

After a few days, she all of a sudden felt sick and vomited. Most of the time she felt tired and had to take naps. Her head ached frequently and her lower back was sore. She started craving for food all the time and she had a lot of mood swings. Her mother noticed her weird behaviour, and one day asked her if she was pregnant.

Amy looked at her mother shocked. How could she? Of course, at age fifteen she was still a virgin. She walked up to a mirror and lifted her shirt up. Her stomach had grown massively during the few days.

Amy started crying, went to her mother and she hugged her. Then, Amy remember the dream and what the clown had said.

"You'll have to carry that demon inside you, until it's ready to rip your stomach open and fulfill it's duty."

She took a pregnancy test with her mother. It turned out... positive. Amy's heart started to race, and she started to cry even more.

"What is this thing inside me?" Amy asked desperately from her mother.

Her mom looked at her confused and raised her eyebrow.

"It's obviously a baby. No need to worry, I'll help and support you all the way," she answered with a kind smile.

Amy was depressed and she absolutely didn't want the baby. But she somehow felt bad for it and wanted to atleast give it a chance to live.

November 7th, 2005.
During the time she had been pregnant, her dogs had been acting up and barking at her constantly. There were a few times, when Amy wanted to get rid of the baby, but her mother wouldn't let her.

"How could this be? It has just been a month!" Amy yelled.

She felt a pain in her stomach. It was so painful that it made her scream and she fell to the floor.

She knew it was time. Her mother immediately called the ambulance. She was rushed to the hospital, but before they arrived, she passed out.

When she woke up, after eight hours, she saw her mother besides her, holding her hand, and a doctor on her other side, holding a baby. Amy looked at the baby terrified. Her skin was white and she was sleeping. The doctor looked somewhat confused and he noticed Amy had woken up.

"Here, it's a girl. I don't know why her skin is so unnaturally white, but she seems to be very healthy," he said and handed the baby over to Amy.

The baby had a red tear painted on her left cheek and Amy immediately remembered the clown from her dream.

"What the hell is that? I don't want it!" she screamed and handed the baby back to the doctor.

The doctor looked over at Amy's mother and nodded, then walked away from them. Just before he could leave, Amy saw the baby open her eyes and look at her. Her eyes were pink and she had no pupils, just like the clown. Amy assumed the doctor didn't mention about her eyes, or the red tear, because he didn't want to concern her.

All of a sudden, Amy heard a voice in her head.

"Wait... Give it back," she said, without even realizing.

The doctor turned around, looked at her doubtedly, but then gave her back. The baby stared at her and gave her a smile. Amy held her and stared back at her.

"Delilah. That's what I'm gonna call you," she said and finally smiled.

After the few weeks that they had to spent in the hospital, Amy and Delilah got home. The dogs were unsettled and barked at her from time to time. Amy had started to finally accept Delilah, even though she was strange. Not just her looks, but her personality, too. Most of the time she was expressionless and calm. She hadn't cried even once, either. She was growing unnaturally fast, too.

Late at night, when Delilah had already fallen asleep, Amy settled down in her bed and fell asleep almost instantly from exhaustion. Since the baby was born, her nightmares started again, although they weren't nearly as bad as before, and felt more unrealistic. She had a dream that actually happened when she was younger.

She, her mother and her father were at a carnival. They bought cotton candy and went to a Ferris wheel, just like any other normal families. Then, later that day, her father went missing. He was no where to be found. Amy and her mother looked for him everywhere, and waited for him, until it was the carneval's closing time. They assumed that he had just taken off and went to a party, or something, since he always was a drunken fool, anyway. He never came back home, though. Later that week, his body was found in the woods, near the carnival. A clown that worked at the carnival was the only suspect of the murder and he was arrested. Ever since this day, Amy had been terrified of clowns and never went near them.

Amy woke up crying. She really didn't want to remember that day. She was wiping the tears off her eyes, when she heard her dogs whining. She got up and tried to put the lights on, but they didn't work. She grabbed a flashlight from her drawer and went to check what was going on with the dogs.

The flashlight worked badly and it twinkled all the time. Amy walked downstairs and the flashlight went out. She was hitting it on her palm, trying to get it to work. She stepped on some kind of liquid and the flashlight went back on. She shined the flashlight on the liquid, and noticed she had just stepped on a trail of blood. She screamed and stepped back. All of a sudden the lights went on in the whole house.

Amy felt like vomiting. What she saw around her was so disgusting and horrifying and she couldn't even begin to describe the smell. All of her six dogs... dead. Their insides and teeth were all over the floor and a few of the dogs didn't have any eyes. And the thing that made Amy absolutely shocked was seeing her mother impaled to the wall with wooden sticks, ripped off from the stair's railing. Her insides and eyes were on the floor.

Amy vomited and cried and she felt like she was gonna faint from the shock.

She heard a small giggle from behind her. A music box started playing in the distance and she saw a colourful smoke starting to appear from the floor. Amy didn't feel like running, even though she wanted to. Her feet wouldn't move at all, but she somehow managed to stand up and slowly turn around.

There she was. Delilah was standing there, right before Amy. Although, she wasn't a baby anymore. She was a beautiful, about a seven years old girl and her face almost looked identical to Amy when she was younger. She had a long, curly white hair, the red tear on her left cheek, pink eyes with no pupils and a black and white clown costume. It looked saggy and too big for her. The other half of the costume was white and the other black. The buttons on the shirt were white and the pants had a striped black and white pattern on it and she had black, simple sneakers.

Amy couldn't believe her eyes.

How did she grow up so fast?

How did Amy get pregnant all of a sudden, anyway?

Why did she kill everyone in the house?

Hundreds of questions passed through Amy's mind, yet she couldn't say a single word. She was too sad and shocked to say anything... The lucky number seven, that she was so obsessed with, wasn't so lucky, after all.

Delilah smirked and giggled at Amy. She turned into a colourful ball of smoke, and after a while the smoke was gone, and there "it" was. The clown from Amy's dream. It had a big ax on it's hands. Amy tried to run, but she couldn't move her body at all.

"You're useless now. I need power," Delilah said in the clown's form and lifted the ax up, ready to swing.

"W-What are you?" was the only thing that could come from Amy's mouth.

"I am your worst nightmare."

(I'm still gonna edit this story a lot (if needed). Please, tell me if there's something I need to fix about the story.) 