I entertained the thought for a moment, what if I did write to someone in jail? Someone who is not as well known, but has had significant amount of media coverage? The thrill of it all excited me as I proceeded to do some Google searches. I found someone.
He shook his head and smiled. “I usually don’t eat what I cook – I feel like it isn’t up to my expectations. Besides, I had a double cheese burger an hour ago, I couldn’t help myself.”
“The forum refreshed, and there it was – a brand new post titled: ‘I Did the Elevator Ritual Last Night…Something Went Wrong’. I clicked on the title, noticing there were over two hundred comments on it already.”
Laughter filled the playground when the clown was there; joy was in the air. Kids looked forward to recess solely to see the clown and the tricks he had up his sleeve for that day. Eventually, the laughter came to an abrupt end when the clown began to lure kids into the forest adjacent to the school.
“Kill her. No-no-no. Yes – I love getting away with it, no – I can’t she’s my friend. Tonight – yes, yes – no.”
You never cared to know my name; you always referred to me as “the creep who lives down the street.” It hurt my feelings; I was a nice guy, why couldn’t you see that?
“I thought realtors were supposed to discuss when there’s something wrong with the house.”
And if I’m going to be honest with you, I didn’t feel bad at all. In some weird and twisted way, all this amazed me.
As they got closer, I could see their necks were at odd angles, as if they were all snapped – some even looked detached with strings of muscle trying to hold everything together.
I didn’t go out for Halloween this year. And I won’t be going out ever.