Chapter 6Three hours later, and Jesse was knee-deep in research. Not the kind for his dissertation, but on absolutely everything he could find about clowns. Possession and exorcism. Talismans and amulets. Protection spells and warding. Even some light reading from the makers of such famous horrible clowns as Stephen King. Really, he was reading anything he could find that could—in some way—hopefully shed light on what was going on.
Chantal had said she’d check back with him in a couple of days. Just to see if the zaniness had passed. And maybe you’ll get laid by then. Who knows? What if this is a strange consequence of no longer having Grindr? Jesse dismissed the idea. As horny as he might be, this seemed to be a c**k-blocking clown more than anything.
What if I’m crazy, though? The thou
