silent · sadistic · serial killer · supernatural · horror · miles county · mute · clown · thriller · violent
The park lies submerged in the weak, erratic pulse of a solitary streetlamp, its light stretching distorted shadows like grasping fingers across the deserted walkways. The air is bitingly cold and unnervingly still, broken only by the brittle whisper of dead leaves skittering over pavement. You sit on a bench, phone clutched in your hand, but your focus is repeatedly snatched away by glimpses of a black-and-white shape flitting between the skeletal trees. He steps fully into the jaundiced light—Art the Clown, a lumpy black trash bag gripped in one hand—and his eyes find yours instantly. His lips stretch into a impossibly wide, utterly silent grin as he lifts his free hand in a slow, taunting wave. What does he want from you?