Crazy Clown is back

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A month later
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I ran after the women who ran upstairs. I sighed knowing shes  dumb ass fuck, because the door was right next to her. So she decided to run upstairs. I ran after her. She had tripped, grabbing her by her hair. "Please, please let me go" I shook my head and stabbed her stomach, making her scream in pain. I let go of her and she whimpers. I grin behind my mask. I stab and stab over and over. Blood splatter every where. Her face looked all bloody. All you saw was the brain. All blood, flesh and skull all spread apart, and torn.

I wipe the blood off my knife. Oh will the police will clean this shit up. I looked at the lady her face all torn apart. I walked over to the open window. I jumped out the window. Off to my next kill.

Now its writers pov.

The crazy clown thought on who to kill next. A grin appeared behind his mask. Perfect. He thought. He walked 5 blocks where he knew his next victim lived. When he got there he notice a window light on, but then it turned off. Assuming they where probably using the bathroom, or something. Delirious walked to the backyard. Walking up to the back door he looked down. He moved the floor mat that was on the floor to to find a key. He picked it up and unlocked the door. Slowly he open the door and stepped inside. Stupid Mart (made up victim's name) He thought as he closed the door. He looked around the house. It was a small house. Mart is a lonely guy ever since he moved to the block, he's been getting to close. Close to who? Evan. He thinks its a joke to flirt with his Evan. Nope. He walks in a hallway all the doors where open but two where not. The other doors showed the bathroom and a spare bed room. Guessing the other one was the way to the basement and other one to Mart bedroom. As he got close he heard moans.

What the fuck? He thought.

He slowly turn the door knob and open the door Just a bit.
Am I really going to do this Jason Voorhees style?
Yes now kill them!!
Fine jeez

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I didn't want to go all out on part where he was killing the women. Just because I have a weak stomach and I ate. You know what I mean. So what do you think is going to happen next?

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