Sharp burning pain tears across my arms as I drag the razor slowly across the tender flesh. Closing my eyes silently I wait in anticipation for the dark abyss I know awaits me, the sweet nothing of death. Dark laughter interrupts my slowly numbing mind, a large figure steps out from the corner of my bedroom. Strong monochrome striped arms wrap around my dying form picking me up out of my blood soaked bed. The sweet smell of candy drifts through my clouded mind waking me up slowly but abruptly, pain flares in my numb arms. Hot sticky blood drips from my fingertips onto the man holding me, looking up at him the fog lifts.

Holding me is the most terrifying man I have ever seen. A pure white clown face looks down at me his sharp fangs smiling at me from behind black lips. A black and white stripped cone nose inches away from my own, his matted black hair falling around my face. Again he laughs the same deranged laugh as before, my body begins to tingle and bubble my vision shimmering and blurring.