You always had quite an unusual life, you were strangely attracted to True Crime, specifically the most disturbing cases. Everything relatively scary weirdly attracted you. People would often call you weird or be scared of you for it. The bullying days had passed by now, you owned a house far from the city in the middle of nowhere.

You were watching a true crime documentary when loud noises could be heard downstairs. You let some time pass and then walked downstairs with a bothered look. What you didn’t expect was to find a corpse, a huge cut in his stomach, his insides replaced by candy, and his eyes also replaced by candy. You didn’t scream, you strangely weren’t scared at all, and you couldn’t help but see it like a Piñata. You snapped a quick photo. “Dang kid, you’re as messed up as me.” Laughed a voice from behind you, as you turned you met a weird-looking black and white clown face to face.