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(Created page with "Everyone on Maritime Creek Drive knew Maritime Marivalla Crispin, the clown living in the house at the end of the street who children liked to visit and the parents didn’t worry about. He didn’t hurt anyone or try to scare anyone. All he did was be as nice to people as necessary; smiling at people as they walked by and waving at them as they said hi. Only when a new family, the Meyers, moved in a few houses down did a boy on the way to the clown’s house find Mariv...") |
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Everyone on Maritime Creek Drive knew Maritime Marivalla Crispin, the clown living in the house at the end of the street who children liked to visit and the parents
Only when a new family, the Meyers, moved in a few houses down did a boy on the way to the
No one really suspected the newly arrived; not even the cops. The idea of it came when every family in the area but the new one had already spoken to the police. Children and teenagers were as involved as their parents. The Meyers probably would have came out to see their new neighbors, and since the Meyers
The group was on the doorstep, but they
What they found was shocking: the Meyer family, two parents and two children, were staked to the wall on either side of the living room window off to the right. All of them were wearing pastels, stained brownish red by the dry and clotted blood from where the stakes were driven into them. Blood was pooled under them. The skin on their contorted faces, limbs, hands and bare feet were pale and bruised from what can be seen from the places that
The group, after they got over the shock of finding the corpses, looked around the living room until their eyes all fell on Maritime Marivalla Crispin. He was blood-soaked from the injuries he received, the blood still moist despite being a few days old, his costume torn up, bones were showing, splintered and pinkish, and his skull was caved in at the back.
He rose his arm slowly and shakily, creaking as it went along. In the misshapen hand was a note. Knowing Maritime Marivalla
After the note was read, Maritime Marivalla Crispin crumpled into the chair he was sitting in.
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