In the opposite corner a light started to flicker drawing our attention away from the door. When we turned back around their was a clown six inches from our faces. We freaked out and started to run. The last thing I remember is seeing a knife in the clown's hand and it was dripping with blood. Had he gotten my mother? And then, BOOM! I had run into a wall and knocked myself out. The next thing I know I wake up in a tiny, candle-lit room. There isn't even room for me to stand up. This is going to be rough on my knees. All of a sudden the song Sandstorm started to blair over and over again. This was driving me insane. Wait a minute, where is my mom?