It was a quiet, cold summer night. The town of Beaver falls always kept weird, hidden, and strange secrets right in plain sight. Unfortunately, Harry Lieberman had the worst luck on the night of Friday the 13th.

creak!!!!!!

As I walked downstairs only to see that my door was unlocked. From in the kitchen I heard a loud, CREAK! I went to the phone to call 911 but I realized whoever was in the house, had beat me too it.

Absolute terror ran through my body as the sinister clown, was waiting, standing, and ready to take my soul and my life away from me. I never thought I would go out like this, I never even hugged a girl through my 68 years of life.

Standing there in my last moment of life, it almost felt like I was going back in time flashing back to all the times people picked on me, laughed me, hit me, and it made me realize my whole life was worthless.

It was the neighborhood bully, his name was Jack Obioma-Bland. He always picked, kicked, spit, and talked about me. I always went home and cried myself to sleep because Jack Obioma-Bland. Now sitting here in front of my killer is really depressing.

He asked me did I want to know who he was, and I gave a firm NO. Then he violently got up and ended it all. I will not disclose how because it is very gruesome and sinister. Then he took off his mask and I was in shock.