The Price of Skepticism

The mother of little Katrina merely scoffed when she heard the legend of the clown that fed on children in the dead of night; she was skeptical of anything supernatural.

Late one night as the mother went in to check on Katrina, what she saw was something she could never forget; the eerie grin on the face of a hideous clown crouched over the limp and bloody body of her only daughter.

All she could do next was scream but no sound came out of her mouth as her face contorted in silent horror.