(Sorry. Phone got fried and had to buy a new one. Anyways, hope you enjoy it.)
The Clown
I was at the insane asylum on the weekend to visit a friend. He was a schizophrenic and barely knew who I was, but going there seemed to help him recognize who I was. On my way out, I overheard something about a clown and a priest. Being the comedian that I was, I figured that had to be a good conversation....
Boy I was wrong...
I was outside the room the clown was in and saw him through the window. As soon as I saw the mask, I recognized as Needles Kane. He was a serial killer who wore a clown mask he made himself and drove an old ice cream truck. He was known to gut his victims alive, lile a butcher would to an animal. He didn't care who he murdered: Men, women, children...they would all die to him.
He sat on a chair, awaiting execution and the priest they spoke of was on the other side with a bible and holy water. As soon as the guard flipped the switch, I heard the priest speak and to this day...I wish he didn't speak at all.
"May the Lord see you for who you really are. May he expose you for your sins. May you burn for the people you killed, and the blood you've spilled...Burn. BURN! MAY YOUR HEAD BURN BY THE FIRES OF HELL DEMON! DEVIL THAT HIDES BEHIND THE MASK OF A CLOWN!"
And like that the lights went out to the whole place. The sounds of fire burning the clowns head and shackles being ripped off could be heard. People screamed as that clown ripped and teared flesh from everyone's body with his bare hands. Then the clown looked at me in the eyes.
I ran like a lost child, trying to escape the place that I was in. I ran out of that asylum and to this day, I do not trust trust a dongle clown or a single...I hear him. The sounds of an ice cream van in the middle of the night. He knows where I'm at. I tell you, boys and girls...
Don't trust the ice cream man.