─ 𝗜𝘁 𝗜𝘀𝗻'𝘁 𝗜𝗻 𝗠𝘆 𝗕𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗱
❝ help me, it's like the walls are caving in. sometimes I feel like giving up, no medicine is strong enough. someone help me. ❞
in which after the death
of their father they try and
figure out a way that they...
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2.2 Doesn't Everyone Love A Good Killer Clown?
It was night and it started raining I glanced outside watching rain trail down the window before looking back to Sam, who had the file open in his lap.
"A killer clown? Huh, I thought everyone loved a good killer clown?" I asked leaning forward.
"Yeah. He left the daughter unharmed and killed the parents. Ripped them to pieces, actually," Sam replied. "And this family was at some carnival that night?" Dean asked.
"Right, right. The, uh, Cooper Carnivals," Sam read. "So how do you know we're not dealing with some psycho carnie in a clown suit?" I asked.
"Well, the cops have no viable leads, and all the employees were tearing down shop. Alibis all around. Plus this girl said she saw a clown vanish into thin air. Cops are saying trauma, of course," Sam explained.
I made a face and Dean smirked. "Oh I know what you're thinking, Carm," He said. "Why oh why did it have to be clowns?"
I rolled my eyes, "Strike my with lighting please," I muttered.
Dean laughed a little, "You didn't think I'd remember, did you? I mean, come on, you hid in the play structure for over two hours when you saw that Ronald McDonald."
"Hey, that clown had a weapon," I quickly added.
"He had your happy meal that you dropped when you saw him," Dean said. "Didn't they threaten to call the fire department if she didn't come down?" Sam asked.
"No your thinking when she climbed on one of those ticket machines in Chuck E. Cheese, when the mouse came out." Dean reminded.
"I could really use that lighting right about now," I muttered looking up. Sam laughed a bit, "Right, Carmen's two fears Clowns and people in Masks."
"But isn't someone afraid of midgets or flying?" I shot back looking between both of them.
"Planes crash," Dean corrected. "Midgets are a version of Chucky, okay?" Sam said. "You're scared of dolls, Chucky is one. Only bigger."
"Wow, nice way of saying that; all midgets are Chucky, dude. Very well done," I said clapping my hands sarcastically. "I didn't mean like that," He quickly said.
"Are we done yet?" Dean asked.
"You two have fears of planes and midgets, and apparently clowns kill, a.k.a my worst nightmare." I said. "So these types of murders, they ever happen before?" Dean asked, changing back to the topic.
"Uh, according to the file, 1981, the Bunker Brothers Circus, same M.O. It happened three times, three different locales," Sam read. "It's weird, through, I'm mean if it is a spirit it's usually bound to a specific locale, you know, a house, or a town," Dean said. "So how's this one moving from city to city, carnival to carnival?" Sam asked.
