Tuesday I found another diary entry hidden under the bizarre scarecrow that hung in a deserted funfair not far from the beach.

"...clowns were clearly not welcome here anymore..."

Was the mysterious diarist a clown? The scarecrow did seem like a warning-perhaps one related to the way the place seemed to be abandoned and closed down. Why were clowns no longer welcome? What had they done to become so unpopular here?. The mystery was only getting deeper.