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Clown Stalker

A/N; If you are sensitive to blood/gore/horror, this story probably isn't for  you. Also, if you didn't realize from the title, this story does involve a clown. Sooooo beware if you are frightened by clowns.... Or stalkers

I really hope this is some sort of deranged joke. I guess I can understand how a simple joke could get out of hand. However, it has started to reach the point where I am truly terrified. I don't think I fit the standard victim profile in stalker cases. First off I am a big guy, 6'3'' 205 lbs to be exact, and I was a member of the University football team before a season ending injury. I keep to myself and like to think I lead a pretty simple life. These days my life basically revolves around school, work, my girlfriend, and video games. Someone has apparently taken an interest in me. This isn't your standard case of stalking either. It is not a crazy ex-girlfriend or some deranged admirer making a pitiful stab at friendship. This is something much, much darker.

It all started a few weeks ago when my cell phone started ringing with calls from a blocked number at odd hours of the night. At first I only encountered silence during these calls, but my stalker seemed to gain confidence with each call. Over the course of this past month silence turned into heavy breathing which evolved into him speaking to me. The conversations are always the same. Here is an example of a call from a few days ago.

"You need to stop calling me." I demanded immediately upon answering the call. A low, raspy voice responded, "Won't you please come outside and play?" Ignoring the question I say, "Who is this and who gave you my number." He voice changes and he shrilly cries into the phone, "Please, please why won't you come outside and play with me?"

At that point I hung up. I was not going to play games with this guy. I even called my cell phone company and had them give me a new phone number. A few days passed and I thought I had lost the guy. No such luck. Yesterday morning I found a picture of a clown holding a hammer taped to the front door of my apartment.

My apartment door. The actual door to my apartment. That means this sick fuck knows where I live and was able to get inside the apartment building. On the back of the picture, written in red lipstick, it says, "I miss our phone calls... I'll be waiting for you to come out and play..."

I called campus security and the police but they played it off as a Halloween inspired prank. They told me to contact them again if it escalates beyond that. Well, it has escalated for sure. Last night I left my apartment around 11 pm and there was a guy in a grotesque clown suit sitting on the trunk of my car. I started to approach him, to settle this once and for all, when I saw that in his hands he held a huge machete. I turned around and sprinted back into my apartment and bolted the door. I immediately called the police and thanked God I am on a third story apartment.

Unfortunately my stalker was long gone by the time the police arrived. However, the police did tell me that there have been reports of clowns wielding weapons all over the southern parts of California. They told me to keep my guard up, and to call them again if I have any more problems. As soon as they left my phone rang again and a blocked number popped up. I decided that I needed to take control of the situation. My stalker got his pleasure from being in a position of power. With renewed confidence and a plan in mind I answered the phone.

A gleeful voice greeted me with, "Aww, why did you have to call the police? Don't be afraid I just want to play!"

I decided to play along, and feigning fear I stammered, "W-what do you want from me? Please leave me a-alone."