I Ate Your Son

Rumors

" over over, yes Sargent what is it?," A young man spoke into his microphone.

" Well deputy Mark we got some news today. Another woman claims that she saw this clown thing murder her son but it's just a hoax probably over.," The Sargent spoke into his mic.

" Oh that stupid rumor? Let it be laid to rest I mean these women who keep saying this but we never seen a clown so they must be lying over."

This conversation between the deputy Mark and Sargent Spencer went on for a long time as you can tell.

Until their delusions caught up to them at least expected moment.

" Hey Spencer do you feel like someone or something is watching you or behind you or anything like that over?," Mark was begining to grow paranoid.

" No but if your so damn worried why don't you look around you just for confort over.," The sarge spoke.

Mark did as the sarge order looking around shaking heavily and trembling in terror.

" I see nothing so I'm just going to go home to my family before they get worried about me see you tomorrow Sarge over.," Mark spoke then turned his mic off and drove home.

When Mark got home he was shocked to find his house burnt down and his son on the ground motionless.

It was Mark's son's fifth birthday and they hired a party crew to help and now this has happened.

He stumbled backwards after he found out that his son was dead and that he couldn't find his wife Martha anywhere.

He reluctantly fell into his car and drove really fast out of the yard and to downtown where the police station is located.

He ran out of his gas so he stopped at one where no one was and stole some gas in his tank since he brought no money.

He felt something crawl on his back and he trembled in fear hoping it was just his imagination and that nothing is actually there.

He leant his hand back trying to get the unknown eerie object of us his back so he could get some peace for once.

However the object was too mastadonly to get it off of him which made him clatter his teeth.

" I saw that you were scared when you went to your house and saw that horrid sight.," The voice croaked.

Mark trembled more concerned how this thing knew about the burnt house or that he was there.

"And I see your badge it says I'm a tattle tale who sucks to much dick and thinks that their better than anyone else because you have a badge.," It said.

Mark was scare so he reached for the 911 button on his phone so he could hopefully get some help from Sarge Spencer.

But the thing reached a dirty gloved hand and knocked out of his hand before he could press the call button.

The phone crashed on the cracked worn pavement cracking up and now definitely broken for sure.

The object pulled Mark back and put a hand on his throat with an menacing cackle.

" I don't like tattle tells not one bit! They ruin all of the fun after all their downers I guess!," It sneered.

" But I got to make sure that you don't tell my secret so I must trust you.," It grinned.

It reached it fingers into Mark's throat soon turning more knife like than human like after a minute.

After it was sure Mark was dead it made sure to watch the blood drip on the pavement staining it red bloody red.

Then ran him over with Mark's police car making sure the guts were spilled everywhere on the pavement.

After it was satisfied it licked some of the brain matter and ran leaving for the next victim.

And that next victim would be young callow Tommy who will be turning eight.