by P.S. Traum

Pasty white corpse makeup, a cackling laugh… A clown at a party is funny, but when you encounter that same clown in a dark alley at night, waiting for you with an unholy grin? Jesters, clowns, all actually very disturbing. You don’t know who is really hiding under that garish wig, lurking in that carnival the children are wandering into. Lunatics, killers, perverts…and worse.

I stare into the mirror and no longer know who or what I am. My frozen smile brings me no joy. I can’t remember whose blood I’m covered in, but I can still hear their screams…

P.S. Traum

P.S. Traum is an author with a range of styles who has had short stories published in several recent small press genre publications. Traum eschews publicity in the hopes the storylines and characters get all the attention without preconceived perceptions of external context.