The dry sound of air being released form a old accordion seeped into the nighttime silence, causing a uneasy feeling to fall on the town like a thick fog. The dry sound soon change to that of rusty notes the slowly started to string themselves together to form a off key and terrifying rendition of the child's song Pop goes the weasel. As the mistuned song went on a raspy voice, a near whisper that some how could still managed to be heard, started to slowly sing to the tune. "All around the mulberry bush..." The words it sang dripped with a certain wickedness that easily whipped away any innocence that the child's song might of once have. The origin of this gut wrenching tune was a man dressed in a monocolored clown suit seated on top of a ferris wheel that over looked the town with his legs dangled over the side, his feet kicking carelessly as he played the tune. The man's bleach white skin reflected the moon light causing his features to stick out plainly, the most horrifying of which was the inhuman grin full of monstrous razor like teeth. "...pop goes the weasel!" The man sang as the tune came to a bitter end. A chilling silence came to the night that only lasted for a moment before the man bent his head back and let out a raspy cackle that cut through the air like a blade. "Hahahahahahahaha!" The monstrous clown filled the air with a deranged laughter, and this had been the norm for the past few nights since the killer clown Laughing Jack came to town.