Oliver the Clown

My full name is Oliver Charles Evans. Contrary to the title of this story, I am no demon, or monster, or anything similar to the creatures I came across. As always I introduce myself as Oliver the Clown, a friendly traveling clown that performs various entertainments. The story I tell you today takes place in the sub-urban roads of Albania, or was it Alabama? I can never get the two straight. Time wastes away, I begin.

I jumped down from the bus and heard the hard dirt crackle under my shoes. "You sure this is where you want to be dropped off?" the driver said, looking half bewildered. "Indeed it is my good sir," I gave him a bow and started walking on the road. Around a mile away from my destination. It would be easier to arrive in-town, but through my travels, I have found that walking into a location had a lovely charm. A faded green sign greeted me as I walked. Badly painted trees and clouds were decorated around giant yellow words that loudly proclaimed Welcome to Springville. Quite a rural town by the looks of it. As I walked into the town, I was greeted to complete silence, but that was to be expected, after all, it was nighttime. I walked into a motel and greeted the man at the counter with my usual routine. "Hello my good sir! I am Oliver the Clown, a friendly traveling clown that performs various entertainments. Would you happen to have a room open?" The man I saw was quite old, with balding greasy hair and the occasional stubble. I immediately braced for a sarcastic or rude response, but to my light surprise, the man broke into a smile and said, "Of course we have a room open!" He handed me a sheet containing the prices of rooms other services. "Ah, I shall take a small one." I said, digging out 5 dollars and handing it over. I was led to a short hall of doors, directly to one which said the number 13. The man handed me a key and walked back as I unlocked the door. I was greeted to a dusty room with cobwebs garnishing the bed. A perfect room. I opened the windows to let in some air and brushed the cobwebs off the sheets, before sinking into the bed, sighing. It had been a long day. What wonders awaited me tomorrow?