The clown near the water

The clown lives near the water I never want to go near the area where it is. I can't explain the anxiety I get once I do get close to the clown's home. The anxiety is not just anxiety, but also is in some way panic attacks that hit me knowing I could die if I go any closer. I keep thinking to myself 'don't be stupid Liz just keep on going, and never look back', but then I go closer despite the anxiety, and possible panic attacks I will have. I go near the body of water where the clown is calling to me in some way. Why though? Why would the clown be calling to me? Does it want to kill me, and keep my body in a cool, and dry place almost like it wants to preserve my body for something?. Does it want to just kill me, and then dump me in the water by it's home? What would it truly want with me?. The clown is now showing it's teeth which are razor sharp, but why am I still walking closer to it? Why am I wanting to know what it will do to me if I get closer to it?. This is not anything I would normally do, and I hope that my family will not try to look for me if I don't return home for it will be the worst thing they could have possibly ever done. The water has a fog like look to it since it's a very foggy day. I can't stop getting closer, and closer to this razor sharp toothed clown. Now I am staring at it in it's face as it studies me. I am of course very scared at this point. It then happens, and I am now screaming in pain. I see the clown's face after it bites me, but I continue to bleed profusely while I now try to get away from the clown. Despite it growling, and trying to get me I try to keep on going, but eventually I do pass out from the blood loss coming from where though? I have no clue. I just lose consciousness so I can just die without being close to that horrid, and wretched clown. I can still hear the water as I lose consciousness, but just as I close my eyes, and drift closer to death I feel the clown pick me up by my ankles telling me "Don't worry Liz you will be just fine with me", and I just couldn't struggle with the clown. All I knew was that I was going to die eventually or I will die as soon as I am in the clown's hideout by the water. I can't be certain if I saw others like me or if it was the fact that I was in shock from my injury. The clown got me into his hideout only to kill me. I am now a shell no longer a living human being. I have become a victim of the clown living by the water. Unfortunately for some poor unfortunate souls who tried to find me didn't succeed since they didn't get that far. The poor unfortunate souls were killed, and hung up on the walls of it's home just like I was. I never knew they were there since I was dead, but others who warned them in the city to not go knew they were to never return alive. Their bodies were never found unfortunately so their families never got closure, and neither did mine.