6.
This is harder than I thought it would be. There were clowns everywhere. Clowns screaming, running with chainsaws, and with red paint dripping from their masks.
I couldn’t help it. The scaredness was seeping through my straight face. But we continued to trek through the house.
Ricky kept tapping over and over asking if I was okay. He wanted to see if he had won his end of the bet. But I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction.
Well, at least not just yet. Just a few more minutes until it’s over. I could see the ending getting closer.
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