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Detective Johnson sat in front of me as I lay in the hospital bed. "Can you please tell us what happened in the car lot, Miss?", he asked. I took a deep breath. "Well, I was walking out of my office when I saw something move from the corner of my eye; I thought I was just seeing things. Then suddenly I heard a crash, which indicated that I truly had seen something. Suddenly, I felt the sensation of warm breath on the nape of my neck, followed by a whispered, 'Don't run away, you'll be okay'. I turned around slowly. There he was, the clown psycho I'd read about in the papers. My eyes were drawn to his darkened red hair, which looked as if it had been bathed in blood. Just like the picture I had seen, his one brow cast a shadow of terror upon the right half of his face. The other brow was an arch - a perfect life line. He changed positions. He came closer as I stumbled back. The psycho clown now had me cornered in the elevator. Everything was happening so fast. Our eyes met - and while he stared me down, his yellowish cat-like eyes sliced through my soul like a hot knife through er. Right beneath his yellowing eyes, a clot of boiling skin arose from the centre of his face. I was sweating as I continued to breathe behind my crumbling fear. He almost had a normal face, except for the craterous, blood-filled wrinkles that covered it. Under the wrinkles were his cheeks - ghastly, ill-colored cheeks. Covering his skull was bloodless, sickly colored skin tightly pulled around the bone. His sickening smile antagonized my mind and wreaked havoc on my soul. With a mouthful of rancid flesh and yellow tombstones for teeth, he howled. I asked myself, was this a sign? He had taken a step closer to me - now he was in my face. His lips were stained red from the blood of his victims on which he had previously feasted. Right below his mouth was exposed scar tissue that began to rip away in the wind as he stalked me. It was as if he had another diseased mouth on his chin. He pulled out a knife and laid its blade against my neck. The man in the clown costume was about to skin me, as he wanted to replace the scar tissue that was scd off his face. 'Don't worry, this wont hurt... much', he said to me. Then my world went dark and I woke up here in the hospital. That's all I remember, Detective". I swallowed my pain. "Thank you, Miss. We'll find him, don't worry", he said consolingly. Unfortunately, I had heard that one before.