the continuing saga of …
THE BEAST OF BERWYN

You quickly run to the phone and dial the police again.

“Hello,” you whisper. “I really, really need someone from the police here. Right… now..”

“Okay, we’ll send another car, sir. By the way, Mr. Crankowicz, we’re all big fans of your blog down here at the station.”

“Thank you very much.”

You hang up.

More knocking at the door. “HEEELLLLO? Hello hello hello? HEEEEEEEEEEEEE-lo? He-he-he-he-he-he-lo? Hiya-hiya-hiya-hiya-hiya-hiya?”

You peek through the peephole again. Officer Bubs slowly walks away from your house to his waiting police car, whistling a sinister tune.

Another police car barrels around the corner, lights flashing. The car barely misses Bubs as it jumps over the curb, onto your lawn and crashes through your foyer, pinning you up against the wall.

As you begin to lose consciousness, you see an angry clown hit his steering wheel. “STUPID CLOWN SHOES!” he yells, as everything goes dark.

THE END

There are many paths to adventure in this story. Try again and you may have more luck next time!