Terror paralyzed Alex as he felt the cold, lifeless hand of the clown brush against his skin. Its putrid, inhuman visage grinned menacingly. The circus lights flickered and died, leaving him alone in the darkness with the creatures that escaped from his nightmares.
The world turned into a desolate wasteland, replacing the laughter and joy of the performers with eerie silence and darkness. The once vibrant colours of the big top faded away, leaving a bleak and lifeless landscape. The fond memories of the circus were erased from Alex's mind, leaving an all-consuming void of emptiness and despair.
The cackling intensified, echoing through the darkness and relentlessly pounding against his suffocating mask. Alex stared at his clown shoes, twisting and contorting in the mirror as he slammed the door shut.