If This Cake Doesn’t Scare You, You Are Already Dead!

The door bell hasn’t rung in over an hour

and

your two kids,

Suzy and Timmy,

their bellies overstuffed with candy,

are finally asleep.

Halloween is over for another year!

 

You should be winding down,

having a cup of decaf,

and

watching a little of your favorite sitcom

before

heading to bed.

 

But,

you can’t relax.

 

In the back of your mind,

you keep seeing the same image –

the man,

the man in the clown costume.

 

On Halloween,

It isn’t uncommon to see

adults in costume

walking around with their little ones.

 

But,

this man

didn’t have a kid with him.

 

His clown costume

and

make-up

were perfect.

 

You’d think that

he ran away

from the local circus.

 

He was polite

and

friendly.

 

You figured

that his kid was sick

at home.

 

Once he left,

you completely forgot about him.

 

Ten minutes later,

he was back again.

 

And again,

and again,

and again,

every

ten to fifteen minutes.

 

You finally had to speak to him.

 

His response was –

“I was only having fun.

Don’t you like to play?”

 

He was polite

and

friendly.

 

He left

and

didn’t come back.

 

That had been a few hour ago.

But, in the back of your mind,

you still keep seeing the same image –

the man,

the man in the clown costume.

 

You put down the coffee

and

turn off the TV.

 

You need a good nights sleep.

 

You check on the kids,

change your clothes,

and

slip into bed.

 

As you lay in bed,

you keep seeing the same image –

the man,

the man in the clown costume.

 

You laugh at yourself,

slip out of bed,

and

lock your bedroom door.

 

You are just drifting off to sleep,

when the clock downstairs

chimes twelve.

 

Before the chimes stop,

there is a knocking

at your bedroom door.

 

It’s Suzy,

asking for a drink of water.

 

You get out of bed

and

go to get a glass of water,

when you realize

that the voice

wasn’t

Suzy’s!

 

Everything is quiet

except

for the pounding

of your

heart!

 

 

A few minutes later,

there is another knocking

at your bedroom door.

 

 

It’s Timmy,

he had a nightmare

and

wants to climb into bed with you.

 

But,

the voice

isn’t

Timmy’s!

 

You reach for your cell phone,

when you realize

that you left it

downstairs!

 

A few minutes later,

there is another knocking

on your bedroom door.

 

This time,

the voice asks

“Do you want to play?”.

 

The voice is sweet,

but it sends shivers down your spine.

 

Ten minutes later,

the knocking is back again.

 

This time,

it says

“I only want to have fun.

Don’t you like to play?”

 

The voice wasn’t as sweet this time,

but it still sent shivers down your spine.

 

Every

ten to fifteen minutes,

he was back again,

and again,

and again,

 

Each time, the voice

got

less and less sweet!

 

Suddenly, you heard a scratching.

Something was clawing

at

your bedroom door!

 

It wasn’t just scratching,

you could hear the wood

ripping and tearing!

 

As your bedroom door started to give way,

the voice

from your worst nightmare

said

“Since you won’t come out,

I’m coming in to play!”

 

The voice was followed by

a horrible tearing sound,

as a corner of your bedroom door

finally gave way!

 

You looked at the door and saw….

Wow!!! Since beginning this blog, I’ve seen thousands of cakes.  This one is probably the creepiest cake I’ve ever seen.  The image of Stephen King’s It tearing through your bedroom door to get at you makes me shiver.   This amazing cake was made by BeMagenta.it.

 

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HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!