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Jangles The Clown is more than just a clown horror tale. It is actually three short stories rolled into one. Jangles is also a Vampire story. So, if you love clowns and vampires, you'll love this short story collection.
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Book description:
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If you love clowns,
Beware; be cautious
When the circus comes to town.
If you fear clowns,
Beware their chocolates
With candy shell all around.
If you've never met a clown
Come to Mardi Gras
And know the bloody side of town.
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Here's a short sample to whet your horror thirst:
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The small circus has traveled pretty much the same route for years. Sure, there have been a few occasions where extreme weather or wars have caused some fluctuations, but the little farming communities in the far-flung sections of this part of western New Jersey look forward to the big top with all the excitement of the high-wire acts, the animal taming with lions and tigers looking as if they might maul their handlers at any time, and the balancing acts done by agile men and women on barrels and other assorted objects seemingly much more suited to other uses.
Yet, the mainstay of the circus, the clowns, are often overlooked. Sure, there are those who laugh at their antics, appreciating the dexterity they possess to perform the nimble moves needed to make it appear their falls, slaps, and other hilarious hijinks are real and not contrived, but, for the most part, there is a ho-hum attitude about them, and the children often times are afraid of the brightly made-up faces of these entertainers and scream whenever one comes close.
Jangles is the clown who has been with the Davis Bros. Circus the longest; exactly how long no one can really remember. It seems as if he has always been a part of the show. He is not happy with the lack of respect given to him and his peers, but he chooses not to engage in the dressing room conversations when his friends discuss the possibility that maybe, just maybe, the clown as an entertainer is going the way of the dodo bird.
Nonsense, he figures. Without clowns, there would be no circuses. If circuses themselves vanish from the scene, then maybe what they say is true, yet that won't happen.
Never will that happen, he thinks. Never.
The evening air is hot and humid tonight, typical for late June, and there is no movement in it at all. The other clowns are uncomfortable in their costumes and heavy make-up, just waiting for the show to be over so they can strip down and cool themselves off, but the heat doesn't bother Jangles. Bring it on, he thinks. I can handle it.
When the show is over, everyone in the circus rushes to cool off as the crowds return home, back to their mediocre existences. Jangles leaves his makeup and costume on and watches the guests leave, taking note of which direction they are going and keeping a close eye on those who leave alone.
Yes, the people who came here on their own are the ones who interest Jangles the most. A private show for them would be most fitting. He will not let them down.
A young lady, not in any hurry to leave, takes in all the majesty the Big Top has to offer. Now that it is empty, there is a special added charm: the flickering lights catch all the corners, creating shadows of mystery and allure. From out of one of the corners, Jangles steps forth, his bright red mouth and white face talking to her without the benefit of words.
They move towards each other, deliberately, but not pushing the timing any. The moment is special. It cannot be rushed. The clown stares into her eyes before moving to her throat, where he gently places his lips, first planting a sweet kiss upon her, and then releasing the fangs within his mouth to dig into her carotid. He draws long and hard on the bright red sustenance flowing from her neck, which to him is as mead presented from the Gods.
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Jangles The Clown, and much more, can be found on my Patreon page. You'll find a welcome home there.
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Happy reading!
Cover art and book description poem by Terri DelCampo.
Blaze McRob
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