Behind his smile

This is part one of my month long Halloween poem.  I am going for sick and twisted so if you want a happy poem please wait until November.  If you want a bone chilling, freak you the freak out, pee your pants in terror poem, I hope this works then.

I wake up there is only darkness.

Pull on my leg I feel a chain. 

The metal scraping against the ground.

No light is allowed in,

Am I in Hell.

Am I still alive.

All of a sudden screams make their way into the room.

Blood curdling screams.

Followed by laughter.

Hordes of maniacal laughter.

Where am I?

Desperately pull on the chain try to break free.

Can't.

There is nowhere to go.

No hope at all.

Footsteps coming.

Stopping at what I would guess is my door.

Key's jingling, 

The sound of a lock turning.

Light assaulting the pitch black of the room.

Blinded by the bright fluorescent.

Rub my eyes to get the spots out.

There I see him standing in the doorway.

Wondering what is behind his smile.

His painted white makeup is smeared down his face from sweat.

Multi-colored wig is all in knots.

Black apron with red stains all over it.

White gloved hands carrying a knife.

Looks at me with lifeless eyes. 

Laughs.

The same laugh I heard that followed the screams.

I do not give him the benefit of that.

WHO THE HELL ARE YOU

There is no answer.

Only a tilting of the head.

Eyeing me up.

Having no idea what is going on in his head.

Wondering what is behind his smile.

Pure evil is contained within in this dark creature.

His red lips smiling his pearly whites.

Stained with blood.

Not wanting to know why.

He walks over and goes towards the chain.

Unlocks my feet.

Shows me the knife.

Telling me without saying a word.

Don't fight,

I stand up.

Groggy from being in the darkness for so long.

I fall.

He laughs.

The only sound he makes is laughter.

Wondering what is behind his smile.

I try to get up again.

He gives me a glass of water.

I take a sip out of dying thirst.

Head starts to spin.

Seeing multiples of the same smile.

The same sadistic smile that drugged me.

He laughs again.

That is all he can do.

He grabs my feet.

Drags me out the door.

Having no fight in me.

I have no choice to go where he takes me.

Wondering what is behind his smile.

Being dragged down the hall I realize I am not alone.

Clowns everywhere.

Lining the halls.

Pointing at me.

Laughing at me.

Smiling at me.

So much evil in each and every one of them.

No longer men or women.

Only monsters.

Embodiments of true fear and terror. 

He picks me up with ease and throws me in a chair.

Ties me down.

Laughs at me.

Puts the knife down on the table.

And smiles.

This whole time wondering.

What is behind his smile.