“I whipped my head back to the clown and sure enough, in…” — Morbid at 14:05
“I whipped my head back to the clown and sure enough, in his hand, the clown was clutching a long butcher knife, glinting in the low light. My friends clung to each other. Sarah had fat tears rolling down her cheeks. I cleared my throat and continued yelling my empty threats. Do you really think that this is worth…”
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