Clown at midnight urban tale3/22/2023 ![]() Third day came around and I was going through my usual routine of playing with my dog, playing games and watching DVD's. Most of my time there was spent either in the living room, kitchen or master bedroom. Upstairs had another two rooms along with a walk out balcony attached to the master bedroom. The cabin itself was two stories, bottom story had the living room and a side guest bedroom along with small kitchen. My first two days at the cabin were normal. I quit work, packed up my snowboarding gear, grabbed my dog and headed up in my dad's car( that he had willed to me) to the cabin. I saw this as a chance to get a way for a while and clear my head in light of all the things going on. So for that month's time the cabin was not going to be rented out any longer and was going to be vacant. The cabin was set to go on the market for sale in less than a month and was in the process of finalizing all the paperwork with the Realtor and lawyer. The cabin had been put up for sale since my mom could no longer afford the payments and renting it out was not covering the payments either. But who takes chances with an urban legend like that?Īt time of my dad's passing he and my mom owned a cabin up in Oregon by Mount Bachelor. I couldn't see a face, but the baggy pants were rather clown like. ![]() ![]() I got to the tracks, turned and looked at the steel mill. I got into a fight with a boyfriend one night and stubbornly decided to walk alone from the river - across the tracks, and through the woods. He walks the tracks with a butcher knife he hasn't even bothered to clean. "He lives in the woods and in the steel mill. The killer was an insane man who dressed as a clown with a horrid, bloodstained mask. Then my friends told me about an abduction of a teenager whose bloodied body ended up strung up on a set of city steps. The graffiti and sculptural artists, the wildlife that randomly took over, the bums who made it home, etc all made it a worthwhile adventure. Eventually, we started exploring the steel mill. Right next to the river looms the decrepit abandoned steel mill I believe once called Carrie Furnace.Īs teenagers do, my friends and I used to cut through the park, across the tracks, and to the river to drink, smoke pot, and hang out. A strip of woods, lined by a train track follow the river upon which our communities reside. The next communities over are Rankin and Braddock, which are steel production heyday ghost towns that have been plagued with poverty. I lived right outside Pittsburgh, PA as a teenager, in a little, poor, town called Swissvale. He was glad his friend chose to somehow say goodbye to him.Ĭlownman. The experience saddens him and makes him laugh too. He had died in an accident and dad almost fainted when he saw it was true. Dad was even more confused because he had talked to John just last week. Confused, dad asked what was wrong and when the woman finally came to she said John had been dead months ago and broke down weeping. This was when the woman looked shocked and white as if she was suffering a stroke. ![]() He proceeded to tell her that he even met John some time last week and they had a good talk, and asked her where he was. So he got there and saw the mum, greeted her and apologized for not coming by to say hi after all these years and she told him it was fine. He laughed at how foolish he looked with his gifts when he learnt what happened. He even bought some gifts (you know, to apologize). The bus came and he hopped on and went on his way.Ī week later he decides to go visit shop, hoping to find John's mum, the sister or John himself. Dad felt bad and agreed to go say hi to them at the shop. They talked and laughed like old times and then, according to dad, John became sad and said my dad never called on him and his family, that he should have at least gone to check on his mum and sister (sister had a crush on dad then). So that fateful morning when dad went out and to his surprise saw John at a bus station was really nice. They hadn't heard from each other in years. Then fast forward to a couple of years later, they've both gone their separate ways trying to find their footing being grown men. John's mum, sister, and younger brother knew my dad as they had gotten that close. God knows what mischief they embarked on being young adults and knowing my dad A LOT. So, well he became good friends with my dad and they always met in the shop. John's mum had a little store where she sold drinks, food, candy and other groceries, so John was like this cool kid back then if you know what I mean (free food, free drinks if you became John's friend). When my dad was a young adult, before he got married to my sweet mum, he had this very good friend, they met in school and hit it off. This is one of those stories that keep your mouth wide open and your eyes bulgy.
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