There was one house Ben and I saw that had no lights on except an upstairs bedroom light. As the punks we were or are, we stood on the doorstep banging on the door.
Ten minutes passed before this clown let the costume-less teenagers inside. I'm sure the guy was mad but you couldn’t tell behind all the make up. I was kind of worried when the door shut behind us. I remembered the Stephen King movie, It.
The clown offered a trick. He blew up some balloons and made us some animals.
On the way out the door, the clown pleaded that we tell no one to come to his door. Man, we were real jerks... Unfortunately that was not the end of bad deeds that night.
Posted by Michael at October 16, 2004 09:22 AM