Man in Makeup
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  • Reads 69
  • Votes 3
  • Parts 1
  • Time <5 mins
Ongoing, First published Dec 17, 2014
The silent of the night. The quiet ticking of a clock. The noiseless dripping of a faucet. The darkness in the streets.
Comes to an end.
Bit by bit does Isabelle find out her child, Shaun, is being followed. Hacked.
And killed.
The mysteries of it all come down to one thing.
The balloons. The candy. The dreams.
Nothing could make more sense.
The killer is a clown.
It is known as a serial killer. He brings death to children, giving them balloons full of candy, and bags full of toys.
It doesn't seem that harmful at all, but everyone knows, something is up with the stuff he gives. And the stuff they eat.
Death upon death, it happens every night. He goes down the neighborhood to give a child their worst fear of all.
A slow, painful death.
He chops off their limbs, hanging them on the wall, but making no sound what so ever.
It's like a peaceful night that becomes a horror, but not a peep is made during the bloody murder.
To him, it's nothing better than to hear the cries of a dying child.
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The Killer Clown Circus

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The Killer Clown Circus is no ordinary carnival; it is a twisted nightmare masquerading as a place of wonder. The air smells faintly of burnt sugar and decay, and the colors of the striped tents seem unnaturally vibrant, almost pulsing as if alive. The attractions are eerie distortions of normal carnival rides, each seemingly designed to unnerve or endanger anyone foolish enough to try them. The performers are grotesque clowns with painted-on smiles that never fade, their eyes cold and calculating. Their movements are unsettlingly precise, their laughter hollow and mocking. Every corner of the circus feels imbued with malice, as if it's watching, waiting for its next victim. At the center stands the Big Top, the heart of the madness, ruled by the enigmatic and malevolent Ringmaster. His booming voice and theatrical gestures hide a mind bent on manipulation and chaos. The circus itself seems alive, its layout shifting to trap those who enter, with no clear exit in sight. For anyone who dares to enter, the Killer Clown Circus offers only one promise: you'll never leave the same-if you leave at all.