Tonight's short but certainly not sweet terror tale: Fears of a Clown

Fears of a Clown

The corporate world was no place for me. It broke me. Took my livelihood, my wife, and for a while, my sanity.

The circus took me in, offered me a new life, a new identity. A clown. Something I’d loved since childhood.

The other clowns aren’t as I imagined. Away from the big top, they change. They frighten me. After the show, strange voices, singing, demented laughter can be heard from their trailer deep into the night.

Last night, I peered in the window. They were cutting strips of flesh from a living child, putting them in hot dog buns.