2012. New Year. Time to name names.
Over two years ago, their friend had a Garage Sale. They decided to help. There was a box of ceramic and other assorted clowns. Another friend said they heard a friend declare that he was deathly afraid of clowns. They were "creepy" and "freaked him out." That's all this friend needed. They took the clowns and proceeded with the plan.
They sent the clowns on holidays or for no reason. They sent them to places he was vacationing. They even sent them from far away places. But the modus operandi was always the same: each clown was carefully packaged with bubble wrap or packing peanuts, boxes were wrapped in decorative paper or plain brown paper. And there was never a return address.
Over the years, there were ceramic clowns, resin clowns, a Raggedy Ann-type doll clown, a roly poly clown playing a cello, actual bell clowns, clowns sitting on the ground, clowns sitting on boxes, and the most recent - a clown jack-in-the-box. The recipient posted pictures of them on Facebook. His friends lamented that his "tormentor" was a horrible person. How could someone do this to him? He's such a nice guy - he didn't deserve it.
Each box that arrived creeped him out even more. He had his roommate open the boxes.....he stored them in his garage. Curiously, he didn't dispose of them. Kept them all in his garage, even with the fear in the back of his mind that maybe some night they would rebel and come after him in his sleep.
Throughout all of this, he began to think that maybe, just maybe, his tormentor honestly liked him. After all, the clowns were packed with care, postage was spent to mail all of them, and really, nothing bad had ever come of it. He laughed and joked about them.
What he didn't realize was that his tormentor actually DID like him. They had started it out as a joke but didn't forsee that so many other people would be horrified. His Facebook friends called the sender "cruel" and "awful." Still the clowns kept coming.
A few people knew the truth. They shall remain nameless. But I know who the perpetrator is and I'm going to spill the beans. Do you think you know?
