That night was one I would remember forever.

That night was one I would remember forever. She looked so innocent yet creepy at the same time with her pale skin and bloodshot eyes. This was the first time I'd seen a ghost.

The white shimmering apparition floated down the grand staircase to join the

48th Annual Clown Convention. His pale ghostly complexion drawing little notice in the sea of white grease painted faces. He began to

feel nervous. The days leading up to the 48th Annual Clown Convention he'd felt superb, almost manic. But now, staring at all these clowns the Joker felt like a fraud.

Scratching at his head, the Joker walks further into the 48th Annual Clown Convention. His eyes scan the crowd, and he soon realizes that despite his years of training, he doesn't

remember how to apply paint to his face properly. He is the only clown in the world with no make up and just a badge that says 'Bozo the Clown'. It was funny but he

didn't think so. For a clown, he had no sense of humor. In all honesty we wasn't even a clown but that is what people saw when they saw him and he didn't care enough to abuse them

with the harsh light of reality. The man himself was not fond of reality. In fact, he rather fancied himself as a clown, though he was always too shy to say so.

R as a lobotomist, and his first client was Rosemary Kennedy. Not to be confused with Rosemary 's baby, but this procedure was shocking. This makes for another folding story...:)