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Good evening, it's Spooky Boo Rhodes here from Sandcastle, California. Tonight I have for you some very chilling stories about clowns and birthday parties. The 22nd of this week is my birthday so I thought it would be fun to feature scary stories about birthdays and why not start with the creepiest type of birthday guest of all! KILLER CLOWNS!
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KILLER GHOST CLOWN BY ANONYMOUS
Like many, I've forgotten many years of my life due to stress, anxiety, or maybe just old age. Who even knows. I'm a 46 year old woman with many years of happiness and sorrow that I would love to remember. Sometimes I am reminded of something that happened in life because of a hint here or there and I write it down in a diary so I can piece it all together. I know it might sound silly to some but the memories are just as vacant as a bad hotel on a lonely highway.
It all started when I was around 10 years old. What I can remember are bits and pieces from happy or sad events and pictures--although I think the pictures simply let me remember  what its in the picture and not the surrounding events such as I don't remember sleeping in a box after crying, but my mother snapped the picture after I had fallen asleep all curled up in a box like a cat. I think I must have been 6 or 7 years old. So I remember the box in the picture. Those are certainly not fresh memories.
What stays fresh in my mind is what happened when I was 10 years old. I'll never forget it. I was just turning 10 and having a birthday in the middle of the summer is the best time because we would set up the slip and slide game on the lawn and have water gun fights while waiting for presents and cake. It was always the best time every year until my 10th birthday. Mom had ordered a clown to do tricks for us as a special treat. I was always trying to make funny animal shapes with balloons so she thought it might be fun for me especially since Killer Clowns from Outer Space was my favorite movie.
His name was Pops. He had a red shirt with big blue balls on the front and funny red and white striped pants that were poofy all the way down. He sported blue and red shoes that looked more like bowling shoes than clown shoes. His hair wasn't the typical orange or red curly clown hair. No. It was long and stringy around the sides and he was bald on top. Now that I think about it, it looked more like he just didn't wash his hair instead of it being thin. His facepaint was white and his sunken in eyes were ash grey with dark hollow cheeks and high red painted cheekbones. What I remember the most was his smile. He didn't smile at first. The red paint around his lips was messy and his frown lines were obvious. This was no happy clown! Even his fingernails were gross. No gloves, just long white fingers with long and dirty, crusty nails. I think the tear on his cheek must have been a tattoo because it was the only thing that didn't smear as his face dripped in the hot afternoon sun.
Pops never smiled when he did tricks. He would just stare at us while juggling the balls or pins. He looked at each kid for a moment before doing a new trick and then would point at one to come up. None of us wanted to be near him so we didn't budge. Some of us held hands to hold the other back. He would just shrug and continue the trick. It wasn't until the very end of his show when he spoke.
He then pointed at Jenny, my babysitter. Jenny lived next door to us. She often came by to babysit me to earn extra money while she went to college. I think she was 18 or 19 years old at the time and still living at home with her parents. All of the girls in the neighborhood wanted to be like Jenny with her long blonde hair and blue eyes. All of the guy