Carnivale

The sensation of crawling fingers appears at his neck and he is now in a state of frozen shock. The clown shambles, its one hand crippled and holding a balloon. It slowly cranks its body towards the window so that it can look up. The makeup could be a skin disease as much as cake makeup. Teeth in a horrible grimace, it looks up at him and its body convulses in a body quake. He shuts the window and goes to sit on the couch. For a minute, the mood of the night is normal. He tries to rationalize. It was probably just my mind playing tricks on me. He goes to pick up a magazine when he hears a subtle groaning. It doesn't go on very long so he reads some fashion article in GQ.