The Killer Clown

The Killer Clown

The Killer Clown

This is not my story.  It is my friend’s dad’s story.  It is really creepy once you realize who it is about.

Back in the 1970’s my friends dad was a teenager.  He and his younger brother, my friend’s uncle, were hitchhiking home from a fishing trip.  Many people hitchhiked back then.  They were in the northern suburbs of Chicago.

A regular looking guy picked them up.  He looked to be a little plump and in his 40’s or so.  Once they were in the car, they realized this guy was creepy.  The things he was saying was making them uncomfortable.  They were putting up with his remarks but when he put his hand on my friend’s uncle’s knee, they drew the line.  This freaked them out and when the car stopped for a red light, they opened the car door and ran out.  The creep did not chase them.  This turned out to be a really good move.

A few years later, my friend’s dad saw a picture of a man in a Chicago newspaper.  It was the same guy who picked them up years before.  This guy would catch young boys and rape, torture and murder them.  They found 33 bodies of young boys buried around his house and crawlspace.  Often times, the man would work as a clown for children’s parties.  The man who picked my friend’s dad up was none other than the infamous, John Wayne Gacy.

If my friend’s dad and brother did not jump out of that car a few years earlier, police may have found 35 bodies around that house instead of 33, and I would have one less friend today.

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