It’s not 24/7 GoblinStomper! with me these days, though the posts might make it seem otherwise. I do other things. Like scream about the Blu Ray Cathy’s Curse (that is a thing I am not joking) Or reading. or, hey, writing.
Today I started a short story. It was initially called The Clown and on the onset it dealt with a guy who runs into a spooky clown in the middle of a night walk. Promising. Unfortunately it started feeling a little too much like a Creeptypasta called The Smiling Man.
The link takes you to the story, but someone made a movie based on it that’s up on YouTube. I’ll post it at the end; it’s really worth your time.
Anyways, It started feeling too much like the other story, so I fiddled with it, fiddled with, until I got something new.
One night this guy spies a clown standing at a street corner. From then on, at least once an night, he sees the clown, which for some reason he doesn’t understand makes him uncomfortable. He’d not scare of clowns; he’s scared of this clown.
Last scene I wrote, the guy has gone into a grocery store to buy himself a couple pork chops. He finds the clown at the meat counter and decides to confront the clown, only to be distracted before he can. Clown vanishes.
But before the clown vanishes, the clown buys the guy two pork chops.
It’s not terrifying at all.
And yet the guy’s completely unnerved by this.
That’s what’s drawing me to this story. The clown’s not doing anything bad, yet the clown’s being scary.
I’m not sure where it’s going, or if I can take it any further. I don’t even know if it’s a horror story. I’m writing it like it is, but it almost feels like it should be a comedy.
It’s probably just a weird fantasy.
Not helping is the idea I have for the title: Clownthulu.
What the hell does that mean?
Can’t wait to find out.
Anyways, here’s 2AM: The Smiling Man. Check it out.