No, I did not make that one up. Nobody could make that one up. Even Stephen King.
He’s come a long way from Florida.
“Quick, close the door! We’ll be safe because he won’t be able to turn the knob!”
How close is Hollis, Maine, to Derry?
Yes, I’m aware that Derry, Maine, is a fictitious town.
Well, that’s at least two of my childhood nightmares brought to life…
Did he kill Richard Kimble’s wife?
just down the rud a piece, on the TR-90. Turn left at the Kenduskeag stand-pipe, you can’t miss it.
He was wearing clothes; if he was in just his underwear & chasing some screaming Jehovah’s Witnesses, I’d have to say we know the IRL name of a certain Doper.
He strangled her with a length of multicolored scarves.
It’s getting late so you’ll want to avoid taking the shortcut through the Lot.
I assume it was an intricate scenario staged by someone to teach a valuable life lesson.
And that’s why you never trust a clown!
A Posse of one.
Reminds me of: Flesh Wound Clip - YouTube
There is no such thing as a sane clown posse.
At least it’s not a mime. THAT would be scary.
Silent AND deadly.
Mimes: Ninjas in white face. Who’da thunk it?
Come to think of it, I wish I could have seen the look on Stephen King’s face when he heard about this one.
I love the article headline that I read a few days ago, and was saddened that I did not go into journalism, as I will never get to write the headline, “One-armed clown wielding machete…”
Wait, how can a machete wield a one armed clown?