My name is Max I am horrified of clowns. I was five and me and my best child hood friends friends cussed MR Cry Baby the Clown. The clown snapped on us breaking a chair through my moms window. I still have nightmares. and now I’m seventeen and coming to age they hunt me and my town. the clowns are not your typical nice clowns. they have a thrust for humans. there toys help them capture and change us all. from small toys with cricked faces to a large man eating toy. no one is safe. I have to get out before its to late or is it?
Rafbók / E-book
Witching Hour Book # 3 No Clowing Around
My name is Max I am horrified of clowns. I was five and me and my best child hood friends friends cussed MR Cry ...