Snip of a book of short stories

Every horror movie starts with a plot, but this wasn’t a movie, and there was no reason for those damn clowns to be on the loose. Everyone knows that the local amusement park for kids was built around those painted assholes who hid behind the mask. Even as a child Grayson hated that place. His parents would take him, well, more like drag him from the car to visit that place on opening and closing day. Most kids bolted from their seats to get closer to the rides. Not Grayson. He once wrapped the seatbelt so tight around his neck that it had to be cut from his body to save his life. Sadly, that didn’t stop his father from forcing him out by the back of his shirt, scolding him the entire way into the place. Was it the clowns or the music? Maybe, it was both. As he stood in the middle of the street, his eyes squeezed tight, off in the distance he heard that jingle.

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