Outside a tiny little shop in the center of a village sat a clown figurine.
The man who owned the shop picked it up and took it inside with him. Someone left these all the time for him and they sold like mad. They all looked the same except for the fact that the first one held up no fingers, the second one held up one finger, and the third one had held up two fingers. Now this one held up three fingers.
Despite the fact that some person gave him these all the time there was never any tag, mentioning anything about the statues or their donor.
It was a shame. He would have loved to meet them.
He wondered if they were handmade? And if so why?
There was probably something obvious here that he was missing. Oh well the statue would sell soon enough.
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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.
