The Antique Store

Well, hi Kiddies.  You all caught me in the middle of loading my HACK-PACK for some fun FRIGHT-WATER RAFTING THIS SHRIEKEND heh-heh.  I packed my DEATH-JACKET just in case we row into some DIE-TIDE!  Oh, but don't worry, I will leave you all with this EERIE-ETCHING, I'm calling...
It was a rainy day out back in 1951, in Cleveland, Ohio, where a girl walked into an antique store with a young lady.  They wandered around the place, and the small girl spied a big clown-doll seated in an old rocking-chair in the corner.  The clown doll had: blue hair, complete-black eyes, a blue-painted-on nose, a blue-painted-on smile, and black-pointed-eyebrows.  The girl looked at it, going into a hypnotic trance.  
"Francine, would you like anything from here also, Sweetie?" the young lady asked her.  Francine snapped out of her trance and replied: "yes Mama please".  "What would you like then?" her mother asked her, with a smile.  "I would like that clown-doll over there please, Mama" Francine answered, pointing to it.  "Oh, that is quite cute.  Sure" Francine's mother said, seeing it.  Young Francine noticed the thing bounce in the rocking-chair in its black and white-striped clown-suit and large-black-clown-shoes.  
That evening, Francine was upstairs in a home, in her bedroom, holding the clown doll, laying in bed.  It was raining outside and she put the doll down, got out of bed, leaving the room.  The clown-doll sat up, being alive, giggling in a chipmunk-voice.  Francine returned to her bedroom, and she found her window opened.  Two bullies came out of her closet and one held her mouth tight, while the other closed the door.  "Hey, Francine, we're gonna beat ya up!" the bully who had ahold of her told her.  The other bully drank a bottle of Jim Beam Whiskey, and got ready to hit Francine in her stomach.  The clown-doll laughed maniacally, as it ran to the bully with the booze, and stabbed him in the leg with a sharpened-knife.  The bully dropped the bottle, smashing and spilling it, screaming in pain.  
There was a quick flash of lightning outside, causing the light in Francine's room to go out.  Laughing insanely, the doll attacked the bully, causing him to fall to the floor.  It stabbed him over and over in the chest, killing him.  The other bully let go of Francine's mouth, screamed and rushed to the open-window.  The living-clown doll jumped on his back, stabbing his neck and killing him too, all while laughing insanely in its chipmunk-voice.  The light in the room came back on suddenly and the doll was mysteriously gone.  One year later, Francine walked by the antique store with her mother.  She stopped, seeing the clown doll in the window, rocking in the old rocking-chair.  It turned its head and stared directly at her.  
That doll wasn't CLOWNING AROUND after all eh, boys and girls?  To the one bully, it ended up being a REAL PAIN IN THE NECK ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!