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Clown Frown


So anyway, I walk on a fairly low key road on a regular basis.

The first week of October I came across the cardboard remains of a 'Creepy Clown Mask' package.

The second week a smattering of smudged and worn playing cards scattered the ground where the packaging had once been.

This week as I passed the cards now tangled in the brush and weeds on the side of the road, a black cat burst from the brush and loped across the road a few meters in front of me.

If Halloween doesn't end with me getting hit in the face with a pie and violently stabbed by a clown calling himself "Sweet Tooth" I will be absolutely devastated.

Boo, etc.

EDIT/UPDATE

Week Four: This morning, in place of the cardboard, the playing cards and the black cat was a single dead squirrel, head and tail pointing towards me. What in the hell is going on with that road? 
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