The man behind the grease paint, that went by the stage name Screamo, had always loved the thrill of a good scare, which is why he had volunteered at the local haunt every Halloween since he was 14. This year was different, though. This year, those cocky teens who always thought it was funny to grope and mock him and his fellow painted professionals while they were going through the haunt...this year, they were the ones who were going to be violated.     

     They had been planning this for weeks. The clowns, Screamo and his friends Rude Billy, Hightop, and Sicko, they were always the ones the teens picked on the most, making fun of their bright colored wigs and painted-on faces. But that night, the clowns were not just scenery. That last night of the haunt, they were in charge.

      Screamo and company watched as they swaggered in, laughing and joking. They always thought  it was all a big joke, just like every other year. But as soon as they would pass the entrance, the doors would slam shut behind them. The teens heard the sound of chains rattling and then the thud of wood against wood. They were not getting out that way.

     Sicko’s legs tapped aggressively, but it's wasn't fear. It was excitement. Anticipation. He peeked around the corner, seeing them looking around nervously. They didn't know where they were or where they were going. This part of the haunt wasn't on the map tonight

     Hightop stepped out in front of them, his oversized shoes made squeaking noises on the floor while his towering height gave him a more intimidating presence. They jumped, then one of them laughed. "Oh, look at the little bitch clown," he sneered. Hightop just smiled at him, his painted-on mouth curling upwards.

     He led them deeper into the haunt, the other three clowns joined in along the way. They were all around them, their eyes glowing in the dim light. The teens tried to push past them, but they were everywhere, blocking each direction of escape. Clown hands grabbed at them, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to make them jump. They were really getting spooked.

“Alright guys, we get it, good show… let us go to the next part now,” one of the teens said.

The clowns moved as one, forward, closing the distance. For the teens it were as if a circle of hell was Choking down on them

“ALRIGHT, WE ARE GOOD, THATS ENOUGH”, one of the girls shouted.

     But it wasn’t enough. Not nearly enough. Sicko remembered all the times they grabbed his ass, all the times they've called Rude Billy a faggot. They thought this is scary? They didn't know what scary was.

     Sicko gave a nod and the others moved in. This time when they touched them, it was harder. They weren't just trying to spook them anymore, they were trying to hurt them. Badly. Then there's a lunge and  one of the teens go down, a clown on his back, and then there was screaming.

     Real screaming. Not the kind that's fun, the kind that meant someone was really hurt. Sicko was sweating now, through his thick coat of grease paint, as he feel a smile spreading across his face. This one wasn't painted. It was sincere. This was what he wanted. This was what they deserved.

   Three of the teens were down, but the main one, the bigit, the worse sexual offender, he was still standing. Staring Sicko in the eyes. Sicko moved in closer, his hands reaching out. It was time to make them pay. A gutteral scream rang out. Then another. Then another. Before long all the teens were screaming in unison, as if they were howling at the moon together. Screams, sloshing sounds, and then laughs and giggles. The clowns were finally enjoying themselves at the haunt again. 

     Hours went by, and the sky grew still. Most people were deep asleep at this point in the morning. But as Screamo peeked His head from behind the entrance door, he spotted an innocent bystander walking towards them on the street. He turned to signal his fellow clowns of the happening and then turned back towards the kid. 

He whistled at him.

“Hey kid, you like scary stuff?” Screamo asked. 

The kid nodded.

“Then come on in for the free Halloween after hours show!”

     Sicko stepped back as he opened the door all the way. As the boy stepped in, he stood face to knees with the seven-foot giant that was Hightop. the kid jumped a little and then after looking Hightop up and down, began to laugh a little. When Hightop stepped to the side, the real horror began for the boy. There were four “exhibits” in this circular room. The first was a naked girl, but fashioned into a wheel of some sort. Her back was Beant perfectly backwards and her head was halfway up her ass. Her ribs protruding from her torso, her breast's removed and resting over her own eyes. the second one had Screamo standing behind a table, sawing away at the legs of one of the boys. He had cut off both arms and the head of this freshly murdered body, and was now working on cutting the legs into equal parts. 

     The little boy was crying now trying to leave. Sicko stopped him. “Please, it's almost over, you must see the rest.” Sicko then walked the boy towards the third exhibit. Another guy, but this one had no skin on any of his arms or legs, and the skin was peeled up from his face. His eyes had been removed, and his teeth as well. His eye sockets were filled with the teeth all around them. And his genitals were missing. The last exhibit had Rude Billy, holding up a woman. He was treating Her like a puppet. She looked halfway normal aside from the previous man's penis attached to her forehead, and his eyes below the shaft as a makeshift set if balls. Rude Billy danced with her, getting closer and closer to the kid. Then, once close enough, shoved her lifeless body to the floor. The kid screams and Rude Billy began stomping on the back of the girl’s skull. The sounds go from cracking and splitting to just a sloshing sound as eventually he is basically just stomping in liquid. Then Hightop grabbed the boy by both arms and lifted him up in front of him. The boy went silent and stopped moving, as if he had given up and accepted his fate. Hightop then spoke to the boy.

“Don't worry kid, our goal isn't to hurt you, but to teach you. These people didn't want to respect us.”

Hightop then set the boy down. 

“Always respect the actors in the haunt,” Hightop whispered.

Hightop then jumped at the kid and shouted “BOO”. 

     Then the kid bolted out of the haunt, never looking back, while all the clowns laughed in unison. The creepy giggles and chuckles echoed Into the morning, the sun was starting to rise. It was time to clean up and go home. The clowns needed to start planning for next year.