I can't believe what I have just done.  It happened so fast; I still can't believed it happened.  I wasn't thinking and now I'm here.  You all really don't know what I'm talking about, but that is okay.  I'm going to fill you in the best I can about what happened,...and what I did.

It finally came to the day I was to travel to the studio with that friend of mine.  It was a bit of a long car trip, but we stopped at a few places along the way.  When we finally made it to the small town our special interviewee had told me about, we got a hotel for the night.  It was a one of the few nights I could rest easy.  I guess being away from my home and in someplace else may have made a difference, that and the slight rain in the background.  It ended up being a good nights rest...

Early the next morning, we split up to do our own things.  According to the directions I had been given, the studio wasn't too far away.  I ended up walking a couple of blocks through the small town.  Many of the houses looked old and abandoned.  Not many people were outside, and the ones that were weren't very social.  Regardless, I proceeded on until I could begin to see the warehouse in the distance.

It was old and falling apart.  Its windows were all but broke and the metal it was made of was starting to rust.  A few cracks in the walls could reveal darkness within.  Hard to believe that in the past this was a studio for a children's show.  It didn't hold its self together very well.

The front door to the warehouse was locked as one may expect, but for that I had a plan.  I now took the small folding step ladder out of the pack at my side.  If I could just reach one of the windows I may be able to get within.  I reached up and grabbed the ledge, pulling myself up and falling in accidentally in the process.

I may have gotten a few bruises from falling onto the concrete floors of the warehouse, but nothing serious.  The window was too high to get back out of, but now I could find something to help me get back out.  I could see a few crates and things I may be able to stand on, so I wasn't stuck in here.  Besides that there was plenty to look at.

The metallic bleachers the audience sat on were now in front of me, the stage behind them.  A small wooden podium where the camera would sit rested on the left of to the side of the room.  A few bits of garbage sat under the bleachers, from the last show where the janitor must not have gotten too it.  It was in pretty bad condition.

They I saw the door.  It had fallen off one of its hinges, but I knew it too well to not recognize it.  The funhouse was slightly open drawing my attention.  I knew I was to venture within, but there most have been more around this studio then a set and crew.  I feel as if there must have been an office, an editing room, or something.

I walked around the set, viewing the walls that covered the backstage area.    There didn't seem to be anything.  It just empty, nothing else covering its flooring.  How could this show have been put together?  If there was nothing but a set and a camera how did anything get put together?  Didn't they say they had facilities to work at?  Did they take everything after the shows cancellation or was there just nothing at all?  This was too strange.

I circled around again, finding a garbage can next to the other wall.  Only one piece of paper lay within it.  It may have been a mistake, but I grabbed it and unfolded it to read it's contents.

Form of Cancellation

The program "Mr. Gooffo's Funtime Funhouse" is now hereby cancelled due to the missing persons reports filed against its many victors and conflict on the set itself.  The actor playing Mr. Gooffo has been the being accused of being related to these happenings and shall be sent to the police for questioning.  

Because of the listed issues, all future episodes are to be scraped and all reruns deleted from the air.  All sponsors of the show and all businesses connected to its production and advertisements are not to be referenced and all relation to the program will be scratched from their records.  The end result will be as if the show had never been shown.

No recordings are to be kept and all documentation unchecked by the creators are to be released to the public.  Any replication of any kind is illegal and persecutors will be fined.  No one is to find out about the issues caused by this program.  Let's keep it that way.

The Association of Public Children's Entertainment

You all have my regards,

 Micheal Sway  

He knew.  He knew why the show was to be cancelled.  Sway is nothing but a criminal.  The people deserved to know what had happened.  Hiding this information is no better than assisting in the crime itself.

That's it I could't stand it.  The answer to all of this lie behind that door, through a dark tunnel, in the lair of a clown.  It was finally time to put an end to all of this.  I approached the door and pulled it open.

The tunnel was pitch black, a faint light coming from up ahead.  Whatever was in here was being covered up form more than a decade.  I may be the first human to be here since then.  At least, I hope so.  The end now came into range, and I could now see what lie with.

The room was a nightmare.  Meat hooks dangled from the ceiling, some containing rotting bodies.  Limbs and dried blood stains covered the floor.  In one corner of the room, cloth was piled up into a mound.  A few bones lie on the surface of a counter.  I was sickened to the point of nearly throwing up.

Murder.  Cold blooded murder.  These people, if they can still be called that, had been mangled into these arrangements of meat, but for what reason?  What could have caused such an evil sight?  Even the clown could have had trouble in doing this.  That is when the most important element of this mystery cam into my sights.

A small leather pouch laid out out o of the counters of the the room.  Several slightly cracked and broken syringes were scattered around it.  The substance within was leaking out of a few of them, others had it entirely covering the counter top.  He drugged them.  That's the only way he could have committed the crime right after a packed show.  The victims would have screamed if it was done any other way...

At that point, I jumped back. I heard something coming from within the room.  My hand covered the nightstick I had in my bag.  Something was in here with me.  I could hear it breathing on the other side of the room. 

It sat in the corner, barely able to breath.  Its form had faded in color and become withered and wrinkly.  One could barely recognize him, but I knew the monster I was staring down at, Mr. Gooffo, friend of the children, murderer of many.  I didn't really know whether to be surprised or scared of his ghoulish appearance.

He looked weak, tired, and starved.  A lifeless being sat there, barely holding on to life.  I had never seen anyone in such a bad shape, nor have I even heard of anything close.  Whatever he was now, it wasn't a normal human...

"What are you doing here?"

His eyes stared at me.  No emotion could be found in them.  I didn't know what he was thinking, but he made me feel uncomfortable.  He then spoke.

"I...could..say the same."

The clown now slowly sat up.  He let out a weak chuckle.  A grin stretched across his face.

"Tell me why you are here?  What has drawn you to this set?"

I was hesitant to answer him.

"It was because of what you did.  The murders that you caused.  You and those who work on this show were the cause of the disappearances.  I came here to discover the truth and now I know."

His laughter grew louder.

"You know nothing, but I like how you came this far in your search.  Tell you what, kiddo, I'll tell you the truth, all of it.  You may have heard it from everyone else, but only I know what really happened.

I am what one would call, a monster.  In all the years I've been alive, I've view the world differently than people like you.  People see problems and feel emotion, but I can only feel the hunger.  The hunger that makes one lose his sanity, the hunger that can't be satisfied.  Only one thing made this hunger go away, the meat...

At first, I would draw unsuspecting fools to become my meals from alleys and hidden walkways, but that was not enough.  People grew smarter, less trusting, and because of that the hunger grew.  I needed a constant source of food.  And not long after that, I was given an opportunity to acquire just that.

A director know as Micheal Sway was casting an actor to play a clown on a children's television show.  I knew that was just the thing I needed, so I took on the persona "Garth".  The gullible man believed my feeble act.  He just liked the way I "fit into the character".  I received the role and from there my  feedings began.

The first show was...disappointing.  Not many people came to see the new program, but I guess it was still unheard of.  I put on that little sereade for the crowd and they ate it up like it was candy.  They actually liked my acting.  I knew I might have a chance, so I then invited a child into the backroom as a "prize".  I wasn't thinking, only trying my hunger.

That girl may have died that day, but then I noticed that this wasn't going to work.  I would get caught too easily.  I had to hold off.  So instead I gave her some passes to the show.  More attendees meant more meals for me.  She ran off, and then she brought back the rest of her flock with her.  I finally had a good amount of dishes to select from.

Every so often I invited a few families and the back and began my "work".  It started with quick knife work, but it became too messy and too slow.  I needed something faster, something more toxic.  That's when I got those needles over there.  Ever wonder what its like to have your heart just stop?  Neither did they, but it surely brought in the meat.

I had begun to acquire quite the choice of meals.  Each dish hung out for the day it was to be selected, and the scraps where disposed of.  I might have been able to do it forever, but then someone got nosy.

A camera man, one day, walked past the entry to my pantry.  Something in his mind told him to take just a little peek.  I couldn't let him.  We fought, and I may have roughed him up too badly."

"You broke his arm.  You call that roughing up someone?"

"I was worried and not thinking at the time.  Sway had now heard of this fight and did some searching of his own.  He discovered my secret and may have died.  I was ready to inject the poison when he decided to keep it secret, so I let him live.  That was my last mistake.

He cancelled the show.  He cancelled everything.  He single handedly cut of my food supply.  I now had nothing but the treats I had left.  You can see they didn't last long.  I couldn't do anything.  Entering back out into the world was not an opinion, Sway knew too much.  I had to remain hidden in this warehouse.  My food began to rot, and the hunger returned.

So now I sat here, waiting for a new chance.  I knew it would never come.  I would die in this warehouse, a shriveled skeleton.  That is when I started to have a new hope.  A hope that one would come.  Someone...like you..."

He now grabbed hold of my leg, needle in hand, trying to inject me with its toxins.  I could have died there, but he was just too weak.  I easily jumped back.  The clown arose and began to approach me at a slow pace.

"There is no running.  I will catch you, and then the hunger will fade."

We now circled the counter, staring at each other ready to move at any moment.  I needed to escape, I needed to get out of here.  Gooffo now started to crawl forward.  My death approached and there was now way out of it.  I held out the night side in my bag and got into a defensive position.  If I could get a good hit, maybe It can buy me sometime.  I just needed some good timing and a whole lot of luck.

The clown now swung at me, but I was ready.  The nightstick hit him right across the right side of his face, knocking him over, but the best was to come.  The meat hooks were at just the right high to... Gooffo was now stuck by the face into the metal trap.  a bit of blood leaked from his face.  All he could do was laugh.

His needle fell to the floor, but the laughter only grew.  I grasped the syringe and did something stupid.  I stuck him.  I jabbed it right in his temple.  As he began to stop moving I though I heard something.

"You...are...no...bet......"

I had taken a life.  My hand had just caused the death of another, human or not.  What had I done?  I set the needle down, grabbed my things and left.  I acted on impulse, that's what I did...

It took me only a second to get back out of the warehouse.  I had to stack a few crates and things to reach the window, but after that it was just a climb down the step ladder.  The walk back was a silent one in my mind.  I didn't think about anything.  I just walked.  I walked, frozen in at a point in time.

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After the trip was over, I didn't leave the house very often.  I saw the doctor again.  He has me signed up for some therapy, but it wasn't all bad.  We just talk, and things seem to get better.  At least I can now sleep without any problems.

So that's how I got here.  That's our final piece to the puzzle.  I hope it was worth it.  At least those innocent souls can rest easy knowing their deaths have been explained.  I hope we all can rest easy after this.

I'm going to take a break from this blog for a while.  I need to adjust to my life for now.  Maybe some time in the future I will get back onto it, but for now I just need to clear my mind.  So I guess this is goodbye, for now.

May we see each other again

I did as you asked, your welcome...