As a professional monster, I take pride in my appearance. I make sure my nails are free of dirt and the splattered blood on my fitted suit is fresh, all in the hopes of coming home from a hard night at work safe in the knowledge that I’ve struck fear into a handful of hearts. Three hearts, to be exact. I’ve measured. Imagine my surprise to wake up one night to find that the source of a nation’s collective traumatization is a clown. A single being has paralyzed millions with a fear that I couldn’t inflict in my wildest nightmares,…