Janelle cursed and began stuffing the overlarge clown back into his box, trying to hold it in and push it down as she closed the lid.
“I’m not so easy to put back in the box once you’ve let me out.” The voice came from directly behind her, so close she could feel the speaker’s breath on the back of her neck. It was light, playful, full of insane hilarity.
Run, she told herself. Get out and run!
Her body would not obey the command. Her insides went cold, and it seemed that even her heart had frozen still in her chest. Then it banged back to life, hammering as she lunged forward, trying to get away from those puffs of hot breath on the back of her neck. She reached for the door handle and felt herself yanked back against her seat by two strong hands. They held her by her shoulders,
