The Clown Hunter

Warning!!! This story was made for the sole purpose of torturing and killing clowns. If you love clowns this might not be suited for you, and you might hate us. Read it all the same...

Shauntje and I are co-writing this story and the one on her account The Clownbusters. If you like mystery and comedy then give them both a try, specially if you fear, or hate clowns. Enjoy~  Tee hee! ;)

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Prologue

        "Lala lala lalala lala." I watch the filthy clown sing merrily as he juggled three red balls on his unicycle. Disgusting, vile, evil creature. How come no one else seems to notice just how evil they are? With they're nasty laughter, that bloody-unnatural red nose, and that face with as much make-up as a cheap whore. I’ve been watching this one for a while, not my first case, and sure as hell won’t be my last. I’m on to them. I know the secret they're hiding from the world. One of this days one will slip, and I’ll finally have the proof I need. But this one has already gotten on my last nerve. I shall do the world a favor and kill you, you dirty bastard.

        This world is crawling with them. You see them on every show, every circus, and every birthday. Doing what they call a funny act, I call it brainwashing. I suspect they want to take over the world by mating with our females. But I won’t let it happen on my watch. The world shall not despair. I will rid the world from such foul creatures, as I'm the clown hunter...