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I'll never forget my first encounter with an evil clown. It was around Halloween a few years ago at a haunted house/maze.
As I entered the course, I rounded a corner. In the dimly lit, musky corridor a floppy-shoed denizen of satan stalked ever so slowly toward me, his grisly features eerily lit by the moonlight from above.
Panic ensued. Every fiber of my being screamed at me to turn tail and run. As I wheeled away from the terror my knee rammed itself into the corner of a wall.
With a red daze of pain throbbing in my lower extremities I fled through the horrific night....
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