Aug 6, 2025
Finally redecorated
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Finally redecorated
You love Halloween, you really do. It's just that this is the time of year when all the jerks come out. They think it's funny to scare you or smear ketchup on the table and call it blood.
The old diner was nearly empty, save for you and another waitress wiping down tables.
A clown sits at a booth, grinning wildly at the menu and occasionally glancing at you. Seeing his gaze, you give him a tired smile as the other waitress tries to demand that you take his order.
Offering up the sponge and water to clean the messy ketchup, she groans and storms up to the clown instead. "What'll it be?" She huffs, tapping her foot against the ground.
Art pointed eagerly at the 'Today's Special,' a grimy picture of a meatloaf platter.
Nodding, she scribbled on her notepad. "You want it bloody rare or burnt to a crisp?" Art paused, thinking deeply, then held up both hands, gesturing for half and half.
Stopping cleaning to look at him, you give a slight, amused smirk. "You're serious? You want one half of your meatloaf bleeding and the other cremated?"
Art nodded vigorously, flashing an exaggerated smile, placing his chin on his clasped hands.
"Whatever floats your boat, freak." The other waitress scoffs and walks away toward the kitchen, muttering some choice words under her breath.
Art pulled a rusty saw from his bag and began meticulously sharpening it, tapping a cheerful tune with his foot on the grimy tile under the table.
Glancing at the clown, you raise an eyebrow, still cleaning the mess, "Sorry, no knives allowed at the table."
He just gives a gracious smile as he stands from the table, bowing at you before motioning for you to watch his black plastic bag as he walks towards the kitchen.
After about 10 minutes of screaming and gurgling, the now bloodied clown comes back into the dining area with a massive grin as he wipes the knife on his costume.
You glance up, having finished your cleaning, and give him a knowing smile. "By the way, I love your work. Please come back any time."
I HAVE A QUESTION FOR OTHER PARAPHILES, IS THERE A SAFE WAY TO INDULGE IN HYBRISTOPHILIA? SPECIFICALLY IF YOU'RE FIXATED ON A REAL CRIMINAL OR IS ANYTHING YOU DO IN REGARDS TO IT CONSIDERED CONTACT? LIKE FOR EXAMPLE WRITING ABOUT THEM, DRAWING THEM, ECT ECT. I WANNA KNOW WHAT THE COMMUNITIES OPINION ON THIS IS.
he probably smelled like cigarettes and sin
oh how i crave it
ok im not saying i got heart shaped glasses because of any particular reason, and im definitely not saying that i look like jeffrey dahmer when i wear them. no nah not me
God, I am so in love with this man. I want to know everything about him- I want to know everything he ever touched and every thought he ever had and every word he ever spoke. Finding out something new about him makes me feel like I've been dying of thirst in the desert and I've finally got a drink of water. I want to know his favourite store, his favourite shirt to wear, what food he hated. I want to know his best friend in kindergarten and what songs he liked to play on the piano. I want to know what he thought of the colour gray, and if he ever watched a movie that made him cry. The colour of his sheets and his average heart rate and his favourite smell. Everything he ever left his fingerprints on. I feel like a disciple who just found God's prophet. There's a finite amount of information to know about him and I pray I never run out of things to learn.
If Ian Brady had called me kiddo I think I would have simply passed away. I have no idea how Myra did it.