Read an excerpt of "All Dressed Up", Clown Conspiracy Book 4
Maybe that was all he wanted, at first—a laugh. One night of blood-soaked earth for one really great chuckle. One thing was, without a doubt, not a “maybe”: after that first day, that first great laugh, someone was going to have to stop him. It was just too good a joke to stop telling.
The clown approaches with a balloon. Maybe we take it and share a smile, maybe the clown uses the string to strangle us, maybe we lose our senses and stab the clown.
Have you ever looked down a sewer grate and shuddered at the thought of finding yourself beneath those iron bars?