“Why would Hunt need to wear a clown mask?” John thought to himself. He continued to stare as he considered the question. Hunt pulled out a set of keys from the pocket of his robe and shuffled through them. It took him a while to find the key he was looking for. When he finally found the key, he started to put it in the door, when he suddenly stopped. He stayed still for a little while until his head turned in John’s direction, who quickly pressed himself against the house. He could see Hunt’s shadow against the ground, indicating that he was staring out the window. John tried not to make any sound or movement. Hunt stood in the window for a couple of minutes. His shadow finally disappeared. Breathing a sigh of relief, John made his way back to the front of the house. He walked quickly towards the front, occasionally looking back. He was only feet away from the front and was taking one last glance back when two hands grabbed onto his shirt.
