Once upon a time there was a mystical clown figure. Bad children were attracted to it. Why? It was magic. In reality I have no clue. Moving on.
The clown figurine held up two fingers. What do they stand for? Keep reading.
One day a young girl wandered into the village. Which village? The one where the clown figure thing was sitting in a window of an old rundown shop. The rundown shop was deep in the heart of the city.
The clown's face was stretched into a horrible grin and it's face was painted bright gaudy colors.
The girl was draw to it. She wandered through the city, looking for it. She just didn't know it yet.
When she walked past the shop where the clown figure was she pressed her face against the window looking at it. She turned and looked around quickly.
A man was walking behind her when he was jumped. The little girl grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him down to her eye level.
"Hey mister." She said it sweetly like they were good friends.
When he didn't reply she said "Buy me the clown doll mister."
He snapped out of his shock and confusion. "Are you kidding me? No way."
"Buy it. Now." She said it in a way that was a combination of a threat and order.
He bought it for her quickly.
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Blame The Clown (Holiday Special Upload)
HorrorSo it's Christmas. Again. And I'm bored at a holiday party, so I scared a drunk British lady into peeing herself with these stories. FYI, they suck, and are not scary. So enjoy this not scary read.
