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Personal Narrative-Sacrifice Murder

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One day I discovered what I could not discern from that musty old tome you all have been playing with. I made this essential discovery during a case which involved the murder of a middle-aged soccer mom and her child. At this point in my career I had made a lot of friends within the law enforcement community. When they suspected a clown was involved in a case, they called me in for my expertise on the matter. How ironic that they rejected me for being clown obsessed, but now they were paying top dollar for my services. When I arrived at the crime scene I found a mother and her daughter on the floor of their condo. Crime scene investigators were milling about searching for evidence. It was a luxurious condo which overlooked the partially frozen …show more content…

What I did next I regret to this day. I went over and inspected the deceased. It was clear to me that the two died in a state of panic and excruciating pain. Their faces were distorted by swelling and bite marks. They were covered in dried blood wherever fangs managed to nip their flesh. As any good mother would do it appeared as though she had thrown herself over her daughter in an attempt to save her from the cruel attack. Her passionate sacrifice was in vain, because they now were just a sorrowful sight that bleached the white carpet with their crimson crusty blood. This scene I would stumble upon in my nightmares for quite some time …show more content…

This wasn't just a run of the mill clown with a knife. Oh if I had a nickel for every clown with a knife I had to deal with. I’d have a ton of nickels. I was going up against a clown that evidently used trained critters to murder people. That’s a special kind of crazy that you don’t come across often and it’s the sort of dangerous crazy you don’t fight against alone. I needed a brave extra gun to handle this clown. For that, I enlisted the help of a professional friend of mine, who went by the alias of Angie Becker. She was a beautiful dame with blond hair, blue eyes, and legs that made me howl like a wolf at the moon. Awooo. When I was feeling especially affectionate I would call her Angel Becker; she was just so sweet. She liked me too. She looked a lot like my lovely wife over there. Thanks for the snacks by the way, and thanks for letting me continue the story. Honestly I’m surprised you kids haven’t watched anything on the internet about what I’m telling you. It eventually became big news. Anyhow, back to the

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