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It was too much really. Precious memories

  • It was too much really. Precious memories was playing & I couldn't recognize anyone in the photo album. I needed help. I took the album and ran out the door. Only if anyone could
  • tell me who I am, where I was, what's my name. Why can't I recognize that face in the reflection? Why is that face so strange to me? Why is my mind blank?
  • Did I have an accident?Did I have an Amnesia?What's happening to me?Someone help me..Why is my mind blank?
  • I couldn't remember anything and why am i in this dark room that moves like the elavator? I screamed for help but there's none. Until half an hour, a shine of light came from above
  • . "See's your stuck in there all right. Get you out in a jiffy." The light went out and I was in pitch blackness."Wait, where am I?" The room tilted and I slammed against the wall.
  • I staggered back to my feet, dizzy. The floor was moving under me, that much I could tell. I heard him tinkering around with the gears or whatever. I also heard a clown laughing.
  • That's what pushed me over the edge. I could tolerate the clanking of the gears, the moving floor, and the clomping of my captor's steps, but clowns were another story. My screams
  • were drowned out by the mad clown's cackling, and I felt his shadow pass over me. I closed my eyes, ready for his final blow-- but it never came. I opened my eyes and saw the
  • clown - dead, bloated & oozing pus. The most comical deadly thing in the world had been destroyed by the smallest - just like War of the Worlds. I built a fire & roasted the clown.
  • But after one bite, I spit him out. He tasted funny.

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