The Heart

The red smile stretched across its face. It's pale face dripping with blood from it's fresh kill, this time it was a little boy about five or six, he had little brown hair and a polo shirt with khaki pants that were cover in the dark red color of his own blood . The little boy's guts were ripped out of him like somthing a rabid dog would do. the clown stood up with its polkadotted outfit covered in blood splaters and holding the little boy's heart in its hand. Then the thing turned slowly towards me and its smile grow as its eyes met mine.