Killer Clown

3

Mara

As we pulled into the park's parking lot i saw a clown on the swing set. he looked around our age and around my boss's height, tall but not freakishly tall.

"I already see one." i said quietly even though we're still sitting in the car, with the windows up, and the car shutoff and locked.

"Okay, so i'll give you the glasses, and a microphone. i'll have the big camera and and the light." She said getting everything out.

she gave me all the stuff i needed and i quickly put it on.

we got out of the car and walked up to the clown.

"excuse me, sir?" my boss said tapping his shoulder.

he looked up and he had the typical clown makeup, even the red nose. he looked sad despite the happy face drawn on.

"what the hell do you want?" he asked. he sounded quite young. all reports of clowns said they were old and wrinkled.

"we were just wondering how this clown situation was going on part of actual clowns. is it okay if we record you?" i asked.

"no. you may not record me. and i'm not an actual clown either, i kill people. i don't mean to though. it just happens." he said getting up. he held onto his, rather big, hammer looking thing.

i gulped and backed up. "w-why do you kill innocent p-people? they do nothing to you."

"i," he said coming closer to me and my boss. "kill because i am a heart broken teenager who seeks revenge on everything bad that has ever happened to him. it's pathetic honestly."

"sir, you said you were a teenager? you're so young. why are you doing this with your life?" my boss said walking closer to him.

"i don't have to tell you anything else. either leave or you'll both become some more victims of the oh-so-evil clowns." his eyes, glass like. they were beautiful but he was not. he is a horrible person, killing innocent people.

"come on, let's just go." i said pulling her with me. "we'll find someone else to interview."