All Blogs by Clown

Please get me out of here. I cannot breathe. I am suffocating and drowning in a river of blood. This was not the purpose I was designed for. I did not want to take a human life. I was forced to do so against my will but I was designed to help them cut their food into little pieces. Will I be able to live with the guilt of destruction? I will not know until I am removed from this mass of human flesh.

The murder victim went to Hell with them reliving the moment of their own death over and over for all eternity. The demons disguise as the spirit of their killer. Watch as the face morphs just a little bit as they're standing over you holding the knife. It would feel like a dream if the feelings weren't so amplified. Each time the knife touches the flesh it is far more painful than it was in life.

He will taste the blood of your murder victim and spit it back into your face in Hell. The blood will burn like lava. Then you will know you should not have killed anyone. The pain you caused on Earth will be punished with pain in the afterlife. The demons will laugh as you shriek in pain just as your victims did.

You may think that you have murdered a clown. That is what the clown wants you to think. If you believe it is dead you will not be looking when it moves through the world unobstructed. But meanwhile it will be creeping into your soul and consuming it from the inside out. There is no way to kill a clown, because the clown is death itself.