Discretion is advice.

This is a minute murder.

On the morning,

On the morning of May 26th, 1990, 21-year-old Joe Arons was eating breakfast with a few of his friends and his mother, Marlene Warren, when somebody approached the front door.

Through a window, Joe could see that it was somebody wearing a clown costume.

The clown was just over six feet tall

with a skinny build and wearing a curly orange wig, a red prosthetic nose, and face paint.

At first, Joe didn't think anything of it. He had recently broken his leg and he assumed

one of his loved ones or friends

was dressed as a clown and showed up to brighten his day. The clown knocked on the front door

of the house and Marlene went to open it. There was a loud bang and Marlene crumpled to the ground.

The clown shot her. Joe and his friends panicked, running to call 911.

Marlene was still alive, but it was clear that she was having difficulty breathing,

and she couldn't get back onto her feet. Meanwhile, the clown turned and silently walked away,

leaving the bunch of flowers and two balloons sitting outside

the front door. The clown climbed into the driver's seats of a white car parked outside,

and very calmly drove away. Joe left his friends at the house waiting for the first responders

to arrive while he got into his own car and tried to chase the clown down. However,

he'd been slowed down by his broken leg and he lost sight of the other vehicle. Back at the house,

Marlene was in trouble. She was in critical condition, and once she was transported to the

intensive care unit of the hospital, her condition showed no sign of

improving. For two days, Joe sat by his mother's bedside. Quote, I kept telling her I love her,

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