My boyfriend invited me over to his place to watch a movie, and I gladly accepted. When I arrived, he still hadn't returned, so I thought I'd surprise him by preparing some snacks for us and setting up a bath. As I headed to the bathroom, I noticed the door was strangely locked. I called out to him, but there was no reply.
Suddenly, the door to my room slammed shut, even though there was no reason for it given windows were all closed. Feeling uneasy, I tried to return to the kitchen, only to find the door that had slammed shut was now locked. Panic started to set in, and I frantically searched for my phone, which I realised I had left in the kitchen.
Strange noises began emanating from the bathroom, and I asked again if it was my boyfriend. As I approached the bathroom door, someone started pounding on it as if trying to break it down by hand. Terrified, I shouted and sprinted towards the door, but it was still locked. I then tried to hide under the bed, my heart racing.
That's when I heard the bathroom door slowly began to open. I gathered the courage to check, hoping it was my boyfriend, but to my horror, I found a person wearing a clown mask, laughing menacingly. I made a dash for the door and, miraculously, it was open. I started fleeing the apartment barefoot, without my phone, and swung open the apartment door—only to find another clown man standing right there.
Overwhelmed with shock, I stumbled and fell, the laughter still echoing around me as the clown grabbed me. It was then that I looked up and realized the clown was my asshole boyfriend, and the bathroom clown was his asshole friend. They had orchestrated this prank all along, and my boyfriend couldn't contain his grin all night.