This isn't a proper chapter - it's just to give you guys some background on 'the clown'

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Stanley Caldwell had never really fit in anywhere.

As a child, he had spent many days alone in his bedroom playing by himself. He never had any real friends. The other kids at school thought he was weird, and usually picked on him on a daily basis. His parents neglected him; never really paying any attention to him. His childhood was not something that he wanted to remember.

When he became a teen, nothing change. In high school, the other kids still picked on him. In every single class he was alone, sitting at the desk at the back of the class. He wasn't a good pupil either; never did homework, never showed up on time. He rarely spoke; and was sarcastic and rude if he did.

Stanley had always had a wicked and demented sense of humour. Like in fourth grade when he collected ladybugs in a plastic tub and watched them die because it was fascinating to him. Or in ninth grade when he found a rat in the woods and stripped it open to look at its internal organs for fun. He was never a normal child.

After dropping out of high school, he had been desperate to get away from his parents and his own little slice of hell that he called 'home'. He left and quickly found a new place. It was secluded... surrounded by miles and miles of woods. Its only neighbour being a vast lake a few miles east. A cabin by the lake. It was perfect.

He had always loved writing, and soon discovered that he held a talent for it. He began spending all of his time writing various screen plays and sending them off to different agents all across the country. Most of them were horrors with rather disturbing plotlines about young girls being stalked or kidnapped or murdered.

Miraculously, his screen plays were picked up and he had an agent. One of his first scripts was made into a movie... which wasn't too successful... but he didn't care. This was his dream. But after a while, directors began to say that his scripts weren't realistic or believable. Nothing angered him more.

But then Stanley decided that if they wanted realistic... that's what they were going to get.

Kimberly Parsons

Cindy Alexander

Ariel Delane

All girls had gone missing. No one knew where they were. Except from Stanley Caldwell. See, for his scripts to become more believable... he decided to do his own 'research'.

He kidnapped all three girls - separately - and took them to his cabin where he had set up a special room for his research. Not wanting to be caught out; he took on different personas - a milkman, a lifeguard, an old man. They worked everytime.

Stanley kept each girl for three days, taking notes on how they behaved, what their feelings were, what their thoughts were. Each girl felt differently, which Stanley loved. Nothing was worse than boring characters in a movie.

Then after the three days, he would drive the girl blindfolded to the large lake and take her out on his boat. Romantic? No. The boat would stop in the middle of the lake. He would remove the blindfold, attach a weight to their feet and then drop them overboard. But before dropping them to their deaths he would always ask them one question.

How do you feel right now?

Besides; he needed all the 'research' he could get.

After he finished with the last girl, he continuously wrote - his creativity sky high - and he managed to write almost an entire script in two nights. But then he hit a wall. He needed more girls.

This time, he adorned a raggedy old clown costume and painted his face. He checked his reflection and smiled to himself.

Perfect.

Stanley drove to the nearest gas station and just waited. Surely there would be a girl around here. And much to his pleasure; not even ten minutes after pulling into the gas station, a red topless convertible pulled in with three girls inside.

He smirked to himself.

Finally.