the continuing saga of …
THE BEAST OF BERWYN
You dash to the kitchen and dial the local law enforcement.
“I’d like to report a shooting,” you say.
“Yes, we know,” says the voice on the other line. “Officer is en route. [CLICK]”
More screams and gunfire erupt outside. The sound of glass breaking somewhere in the house. Red and blue flashing lights suddenly flood your kitchen.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
A few quiet moments pass.
There is a loud knocking at your front door. You cautiously make your way there and look out the peephole.
A sinister-looking clown in a patrolman’s uniform stands at your door, seemingly looking through the peephole straight into your eyes.
“Officer Bubs,” the clown announces. “Somebody call the poh-leeeeeece?”