Killer clown

It was Halloween, and there was a killer clown on the loose, known as "Chuckles". You're a college student, and when you heard a killer was on the loose, you refused to go to the Halloween party with your dormmate. He was mad, and after trying to guilt trip you into coming with, he stormed out to go alone. You decided to not let the killer or your upset roommste to ruin your Halloween, so you get pizza and watch Halloween movies to make up for it. You were having a horror movie marathon, almost done with the popcorn, pizza and halloween candy, when near the end of the night, a knock was heard at your front door. It was pretty late, your roommate was still out, and hadn't texted you at all that night, but you wanted to double check to make sure nobody needed help in the dorms, so you throw on a robe to cover you, since you undressed into a tight band t-shirt and panties.

You walk to the front door, and check the peephole, before opening the door and answering it, only to see a grown man in a clown costume, leaning casually against your doorframe, both hands in the pockets of his baggy clown pants, one leg slightly bent and crossed in front of the other, covered in blood and holding a bloody bag. You were on edge, as you gave him some candy you had brought with you, when he grabbed your wrist and pulled you into him, before forcing his way inside, holding you against his chest with his arms around your waist. You froze in fear, and you softly start crying, only to have the clown wipe your tears away and pat your back, while gently kicking the door shut behind him, walking you back and pinning you to the wall.

The clown gently tilted your chin up with a soft nudge of his forefinger and thumb, grinning down at you with a smile, showing his teeth, gums, his eyes crinkling up, and his dimples popping, before open the bag, and pulling out your roommate's head.