One day a boy was born. When he was a child his parents didn't love him very much, even tho he was an excellent kid. They were punishing him for every good he done. He didn't even knew his name or birthday. After years and years of bad teaching he became an adult and ran away.
He was staying next to a mental hospital. The hospital made him feel strange every night, and soon he became insane. One night he went in that hospital dressed like a clown. The patients named him ”Mighty Pickle-the craziest clown ever”. But you can call him Pickle.
After 27 years of staying there a taught came up in his broken mind. He stayed all night and made a plan. He was going to go back home, at his parents, and get revenge. He blamed them every day of his life for what he become. Nobody knows how he gets money and what he eats.
In the night of 4th December he went home. He was ready. When he got in the house it was quiet. He went upstairs, entered in his parents bedroom and stopped. He watched them sleep, breathe. He was ready with his knife in his hand. He got closer and closer. Then....he stopped. He left.
He never told why. Nobody knows what happened, what made him change his mind. But i know. Because I was in that room. Because I was the motive he wasn't loved. I was the brother he didn't know about. And when he got in the bedroom he saw me. I don't know what he taught. But I watched him leaving the room. I taught he will come back, but that never happened. This story will pass generations and will be known as ”Mighty Pickle-the craziest clown ever”.
