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Clown Game

It was one thing to have my hands and feet securely tied, but why was my mouth also sealed? I should at least have been able to make a noise! Why was I confined in a mental asylum? Why did it seem like everyone was afraid of me? Why... do I feel like laughing?---------------- This is a story where Holmes and the Joker wreak havoc on the SCP Foundation. I hope everyone will enjoy it!

Fat melon · Horror
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Chapter 160: Commemoration

(The plot in the story eerily coincides with reality, so I thought, why not insert a little extra story? Remember the field agent from the "Dark Realm" mission who was sacrificed?)

"From the earth you came, and to the earth you shall return. The body chooses the earth, the soul resides in the heart."

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K City cemetery area...

Moonlight spilled onto the ground, a silent expanse, leaves were incomplete, falling with the wind, their rustling clear to the ear.

The gate to the cemetery was pushed open, a tall and lanky figure quietly walked in.

He was thin, and due to somewhat narrow shoulders, looked like a "telephone pole," currently draped in a very ordinary trench coat, through the gap of the collar one could see a black suit underneath.

Few people visit graves at night, let alone on a cold day like today...

But he had just completed a task this morning, while not too tricky, returning was still somewhat delayed.

The tall and thin man arrived at a standing gravestone...