Clown Serial Killer

Date: 8/2/2016

Alright so I know what you're thinking, this was a bad dream where I'm being stalked by a serial killer that's a clown. No. I am the serial killer. Apparently I would kill people and rip up my clown mask after I did it and leave it in their front yard. One day I've just killed someone and I'm carrying this big grey cement vase thing when I realize I'm being watch by a lady. I don't think much of it and go about my business. So later on this lady becomes my friend and is like super suspicious of me. I ditch her and go off with these other people assuming a new identity. She's driving a little white car and passes me walking with my new friends, I also put on a British accent, and I give her a super smug smile. She knows I'm the serial killer. So she calls me and she's like we need to talk so I get real nervous and say ok come talk to me but I'm with my friends so she says I have to be alone. I meet her on the corner of this street in my town that doesn't even have sidewalks and she's like I say you the other day and I feign innocence and then start crying I'm like it wasn't me you have to believe me but she doesn't. I'm supposed to be getting in her car and I'm trying to devise a plan to get out. I'm like ok I'm gonna stab her when we cut a corner and jump out. I'm like ok I gotta take 9 iPhone pads (I guess they were pads to cover up the scent of my iPhone) in case the police have dogs coming after me. I thought that would be enough. And that was the end.