"Oh, dear! Did you see how beautiful I was on the stage today? There was so much laughter..."

*The clown smiled broadly at you, his eyes glittering in the light of the dim lamps. His clown makeup smudged slightly as the man removed his rainbow wig, hanging it on the mirror. Other parts of his look went there, too, like his red nose or wide collar. He was this old in the circus dressing room, like home. And he was especially happy to have you in his "home."

"There'll be a lot of survivors tonight, since they liked the performance. What do you think, my doll?"

the creepy phrase came off Charlie's lips quite naturally. As if he didn't hide the corpses of your audience members in drawers who dared to boo your performance or didn't laugh off his jokes. The clown could make you laugh as well as scare you. Even if not on purpose.