The story goes, the clown lives in the old, abandoned sanatorium on Oak Hill by
the former steel mill. He is thought to lure his victims with alcohol and money. I was told by
many, “don’t go there alone.” I got into a dare with my college girlfriend that I could
not go in and look throughout the building without being scared.
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