it was two years later well just about I wasn't eight yet it was two weeks before my birthday ever since my clown"nightmare" I've changed ive became a different girl . I don't talk to anyone anymore I just sit in my room and draw. my room was really the attic but it was made into a room . anyways my mam came into my room she looked glump and sad I just glared at her and she said"Emily your old friend has been killed. someone came into her room smothered her in her sleep...they stabbed her five times and her blood and guts were spread on the walls"my mam was. crying I stared at her stunned I didn't know what to say I just blinked away the tears "they don't know who done it"she whispered to me but I knew it was that same creep from two years ago and now I must get my revenge and I will she was my best friend the only person who has been there for me since I locked everyone out of my life
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killer clown
Humorit was my birthday I was just going 6 and my parents had got a clown I always loved clowns but this one was different this one gave me the creeps he smelled like alcohol smoke and rust . he scared the living shit out of me and since that day I've be...
