Terror welled as teeth longer than her fingers wrought themselves into a friendly grin.  Assallya didn't know what a clown was but her number registered a jester which was close enough and when those gnarled, half rotten arms capped in jagged claws reached out to help her up her heart nearly seized.  She felt true terror wash over her.

Mind frozen, she succumbed to panic.  With an inarticulate squeal she crawled awkwardly backwards, twisted and put her feet beneath her.  Without a moment's pause she screamed shrilly and fled, bare feet slapping the concrete of the underground garage, anklets and bracelets clinking.