Clown Crazed
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Follow Amari down her path of an immortal life. She's devoting her time and money to go around the world and help solve cold cases, put long time ghosts to rest, and keeping the dead from entering the living when it's not the annual holiday.
She finds a huge restaurant that was abandoned and supposedly haunted for years after many murders took place at the location. In order to help solve the case, she's going to need the help from the kids, and adults that were murdered there long ago, and find out who killed them.
The police say they have their Culprit. James Price. A man who couldn't stop looking at the face of sheer terror from anyone. But he pleads his innocence. He said that it wasn't only him that took the knife to someone's throat. He names another man, Robert Weild. But. . . .he's been dead for years, before the murders started. . . .Before Robert died, his favorite act was with the Puppet and matching animatronic. Giggling Gibby. They say James is beyond crazy but when he points out that Gibby was in every single shot of when the people were murdered, the police ask for Amari's help.
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"Shit!" I muttered under my breath. He pulled open the door and headed for me with a smile that made my skin crawl. I withdrew my gun from my bag and hid it under the table. "Ah Blake Reid. At last we meet!" He pulled out the chair directly across from me. "Who are you and why have you been following me?" I growled. "I'm the man who is going to kill you," he gave me a masochistic smile. I withdrew my gun from its place under the table. It was pointed between his eyes and I took pleasure in the shock that was on his face. He had only gotten his gun halfway out. The staff was still unaware of me holding a gun to this man's head because they were all around back in the kitchen. "Sorry, but that's just not going to happen," I said sweetly. "In such a public place? How brazen of you," he challenged in a shaky voice. "Yes, all the staff is in the back where they can't see us. Oh and if you didn't notice, there's a silencer on my gun. Say good-bye my dearie," I pulled the trigger and sent the bullet through his head. Blake Reid isn't your normal 17 year old. She's an assassin on her last case... or so she hopes. She is having difficulty with memories of her past and can't seem to get out of her shell, even though that is one of the biggest assets needed for her assignment. She will also face many obsticales; some of which she may not survive. Join her in the choas and death she calls her life. (Cover created by Vico96, an amazing friend of mine. Check him out!)
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