The Killer Clown!

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I was walking home from my night shift when I saw a figure standing under the streetlight, a few feet away from me. As I got closer, I realized it was a clown, dressed in a colorful costume with white face paint and a big red nose.


I was immediately creeped out, but the clown just stood there, staring at me with his painted-on smile. "Hello there," he said in a voice that sounded too high-pitched to be natural.


I tried to ignore him and keep walking, but he followed me, his oversized shoes making a squeaking sound on the pavement. "Hey, don't be afraid. I just want to show you something," he said, holding out a balloon.


I hesitated, unsure of what to do. The clown seemed harmless enough, but something about him made my skin crawl. "I don't want anything from you. Just leave me alone," I said, trying to keep my voice steady.


The clown's smile faded for a moment, and I thought he was going to walk away. But then, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small knife, its blade glinting in the streetlight.


"Now, now, don't be rude. You wouldn't want to upset me, would you?" he said, his voice low and menacing.


I backed away, but the clown was quick. He lunged towards me, the knife raised high. I screamed and tried to run, but he caught up to me and grabbed my shoulder, digging the knife into my skin.


Just when I thought it was the end, I heard a loud siren in the distance. The clown looked up and swore, then ran away into the night. I fell to the ground, bleeding and shaking.


The police arrived soon after, and I told them what had happened. They searched the area but found no trace of the clown. I was taken to the hospital, where I received treatment for my wounds and was given time off from work to recover.


But even after all that, I couldn't shake the feeling that the clown was still out there, watching me, waiting for another chance to strike. Every time I heard a balloon pop or saw a flash of colorful clothing, I felt a cold shiver run down my spine. The memory of that night haunted me, and I knew that I would never feel safe again.

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