Coulrophobia
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We all adore the chiller holiday that's celebrated every October.
All you need to do to take part in it is, walk around your neighborhood, knock on a few doors, say three little words, and you got yourself handfuls of sweet cancer for your teeth. What's not to love about this time of the year?
Well, maybe it would be all sugar and cavities if it was just like every other year. But no, this year isn't the time to be goofing off with your friends past midnight, this year, it's deadly.
There's been more and more killings and raping than ever before. Some people think it's the gangs, but others believe it's a little more clowny... than that.
Rumors say, there are actual killer clowns running around, luring people into the woods, and doing awful things to them. Killing, raping, torturing, you name it, they're doing it.
Words out, that they even plan on having an actual killer clown purge this year.
Let's just say, Halloween should just be spent inside this year, it'll be a lot.. safer.
(CREDIT GOES TO @Binkylilly FOR MAKING ME THIS AMAZING COVER)
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