Laughter

My ears ring to the delighted tune, the sound of a child's laughter. Seeking the voice out of the crowd of children at the fair. My awkward clown outfit brushing and bumping past random passers by. I need to find that voice. My name is John Wayne Gacy. I am a monster. God will surely damn me to hell for my crimes. I have killed a lot of people, well children to be more exact. A lot of them are buried underneath my crawl space at home. I had no place else to put them. Who I am is against the law. I enjoy the killings I'll admit it! The whole thing is getting out of hand. I keep running out of address cards. Not that its demoralizing, its just scary that I have such power over people. I feel like someone's gonna catch up to me soon. find out what I've been hiding.

The kid laughs again, as if taunting me. I start to quicken my step I know that kid is here somewhere. Then i see him. Standing with his mother and father near the cotton candy stand. I put on the clown charm and laugh in the comical way I do. I give the kid one of my ace cards with an address written on the back.

That night I stared at myself in the mirror with my make-up on. I look eerie. Its funny how so many kids trust me. I look like a unhinged harbinger. I cant handle this. What am I doing? I need to lie down.