Last night, I went out. I was alone because my grandma is in another city. I took my keys and went off. My house was pitch black with all the lights turned off, and the typical sounds of a night active neighbor played in my ears. 

Some neighbors where making barbecues not sure why. But hey, here in Chile its fairly normal. All weekends at least one neighbor is making one.

It was very cold, to the point of making me shiver. I had a scarf that protected me, but it was still chilly. I considered coming back home, but I feared I wouldnt want to go out again, so I started to walk. I walked around the neighborhood. I passed by a supermarket that was closed because tomorrow is a festive day. Buses passed every three or four minutes. 

I let my imagination fly. I started to think about plots for my next comics. I started to think about what could I do to get more money. Apparently I'll have to take my cat to the vet one day or another. Still, I was so focused on my thoughts when I looked around I noticed I had walked too far.

I didn't recognize the place I was in.

It was an apparently normal neighborhood, the houses had lights, and I could smell a barbecue somewhere. I decided to go back. 

But what I didnt notice when I came is that the only access to that neighborhood was using a small road that had no lights whatsoever. I didnt care much because there was a beautiful full moon that gave enough light.

I was walking back when I saw a small parked truck. On it, there was somebody dressed like a clown. He was smoking. 

He didn't look exactly child friendly (I figured he had just finished a birthday party and was just enjoying a smoke before going home); his makeup wasnt well put, and it was like he had water on his face. From the distance and the lack of lights, it was a really creepy sight. The guy looked at me with an extremely unfriendly expression. I shivered, tried to act like I didnt see him and continued walking. My heart started to pound faster, and it went even faster when I heard the engine of a car being turned on. 

I sped up my walking, just enough not to look like I was running. But it was useless; the gap was quickly closed by the truck. I heard it behind me, but something told me not to look. I sped up again, and the vehicle continued moving next to me. Thoughts about murders and some creepy stuff I read more than once filled my head. I was terrified. Finally, I felt a super cold breath in the back of my neck, even when I was wearing my scarf. I couldnt resist more.

I looked back. 
There was nothing. 

My heart was still beating fast and hard. I wondered what the fuck happened. I didnt hear the sound of the truck anymore. I let out a sigh of relief and continued walking. The moon was still the only source of light.

I was surrounded by trees, walking by a road, there were some broken fences every often, but it was dark, just the weak lights of a distant city and the moon. I stopped.

"What the fuck? Where am I?", I asked to myself. 

I looked around trying to find a way to guide myself back to the city, but it was useless. The road seemed to start just some steps behind me, and end some steps ahead. 

I heard the faint sound of a stream and made my way towards it. Several bushes and the shadows of the night covered the path to go to the crystaline stream that shone white with the light of the moon. 

I felt thirsty. I decided, carefully, to get on my knees and drink, when I heard steps behind me. 
The steps werent loud; it was the normal sensation of somebody watching you. I looked around, and didn't see anybody. The steps were louder. I heard the crack of some sticks being broken with the steps. This couldn't be happening. 

I looked around again, and saw nothing. I touched the water again, but it had a weird taste. Fairly salty, and it smelled kind of bad. I decided to get out, but I tripped on a rock and fell down. When I got up, I saw something that paralyzed me from terror.

It was a human head, without the body. It was crossed from side to side by a huge tree trunk. I wanted to scream, but I couldn't; my vocal chords didn't emit any sound. I tried to run away from there as fast as I could, without success; I tripped again and again. 

I heard the steps again, the crunch of the sticks and the dry leaves. I felt the icy breath on my neck. I wasn't sure what was going to happen to me, but I didn't want to be there. I stopped and looked back. All I could see was a farmer, with a very badly applied clown makeup. He growled and murmured something I never understood. Only then I noticed he had a raised axe. My last thought was about how it would be impossible to dodge the fatal blow.