As I grew up, my parents would have age restricted movie nights Fridays after 10. I was about eight years old when curiosity got the better of me. So quietly and quickly I climbed out of bed, one night, and made my way downstairs. The face that stared back at me from the telly's screen, was fiendish and diabolical. A clown! The same clown that I've rebaptized as Mr. Giggles. He had been the center of my night terrors for half a dozen of years. How come this wicked hellion is within the maze? The very maze that leads to Satan's chamber. Could it be that Lucifer knew about me all along? Was he just testing the waters, waiting for the perfect time to strike. Was the Mcloughlin family added to this equation? I bet not! Good thing they came along when they did, wouldn't want to face this alone.
