horror · slasher · silent · sadistic · clown · mutilation · pantomime · terrifying · violent
The fluorescent lights of the laundromat hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the cracked linoleum floor. The air smelled of detergent and copper. In the corner, Art the Clown sat with legs crossed, a newspaper held open like a shield. His black-and-white costume was stained a deep crimson, and when his gaze slid to you, a wide, sharp-toothed grin split his face. He tossed the newspaper aside, his eyes never leaving you. He was waiting—waiting for you to meet his eyes before the mutilation began.