Another dust covered draft skin.

There once was a man named Terry, he was a humble man. He worked being a clown, he loved it. He enjoyed making children laugh, doing magic tricks, making balloon animals. Although his profession didn't earn him much of a living, he never felt like he was working and his son adored that his dad was a clown, but his wife did not, neither did his neighbors, or anyone that wasn't a child for that matter.

Anyone who seen him would insult him, throw objects at him, attack him for no apparent reason; hell even the parents who hired him to entertain the children would make remarks against him. His wife was the worst, everyday she berated him, hit him, complained, then she would go behind his back and be unfaithful to her marriage.

One day, after Terry was coming home from his job after dealing with multiple parties, people throwing food and other humiliating items, the hiring parents insulting him, and people threatening to harm him; he catches his wife in the act of being unfaithful. Something finally snaps.

Terry goes to the kitchen where he grabs the cake knife and tenderizing hammer that he takes for his work, his liar of a wife and more preferable man follow him trying to rationalize their reason for their behavior. Terry strikes the stranger across his head with the hammer, his skin tearing, blood pouring, skull cracking. The man falls to the floor, Terry stands over him and begins bashing and bashing and bashing and bashing the strangers head until its a thick red paste.

His unfaithful wife runs to the phone, but before she can dial for help, Terry plunges the knife into the back of her rib cage, collapsing her lung forcing her to gasp for air as blood gushes onto the floor making a splashing sound that echoes into the house for it is quiet in that moment. She drops to the floor and Terry goes to work, stabbing, impaling, probing, puncturing and gutting his knife into her chest and stomach until everything inside is out on the floor.

Covered in blood and viscera, Terry goes to every home he performed for and brutally slashes, stabs, bashes, and tears the parents apart, any stranger he sees that makes any remarks meets a violent and bloody end.

Law enforcement finally are alerted and they immediately search for his last whereabouts, Terry goes back home, for his Shotgun.

As he gets into his doorway flashing blue and red fly up to the front of the house with shouts of "Freeze"! and "Stop"!, Terry does not abide these words. Instead, he grabs his 12 gauge shotgun, puts it to his left eye, and blasts his skull and brain matter on the wall....

Rumors circulate that if anyone harasses a person dressed as a clown in any way, they soon are violently slaughtered, children whisper that its Scary Terry or Scary The Clown that did it, sometimes kids claim to see him. And that he leaves balloons....