Chapter 2Three days later, Jesse knocked on the neighbor’s door. He waited with his hands in his pockets, a nervous tremor to his gait. He’d barely been sleeping the past three days, thanks to nightmares the first night, and he’d been overloading on coffee to compensate. His parents had nice coffee, too. Not the cheap stuff he usually got at the grocery store and sucked back during late night study sessions, his nose plugged so he didn’t taste it. So yeah, some of the over-caffeinating was because it was good coffee.
But it was mostly because of that damn clown.
Even as he waited for the neighbor to answer, he still felt the clown watching him. Strange, he knew. Ridiculous. The clown was at least two feet behind him, hanging on the tree, completely immobile. Completely not real. But thre
