On Babysitters, Nightmares and the Clown in the Corner
This is a true story as told to my by a trusted source. I apologize in advance for any nightmares it may induce.
She was sitting in a strange living room watching a buxom red-headed mermaid lament her life under the sea on television with a couple of drowsy children. It wasn’t how she necessarily wanted to be spending her night, but the family paid well and if she forced herself to admit it, she really did like the kids.
What she didn’t like was the creepy clown in the corner. Why anyone would need a life-sized statue of a clown was beyond her. She could only assume one of the kids had a thing for clowns. Or maybe a birthday was coming up. Either way, she just wished she could get rid of it. She knew it was crazy, but she swore it was staring at her.
The night wore on and she did her best to ignore the clown. As the second Disney movie came to an end she herded the children to bed. Thankfully they didn’t put up much of a fight. She was way too tired to deal with a cranky toddler.
She returned to the dim living room, picking up a dropped blanket on her way. She collapsed on the couch with a sigh. Looking up, she shivered. Was it her imagination or was the clown smirking at her?
The phone rang causing her to jump. That stupid clown had her on edge. She needed to get a grip.
She walked to the kitchen, leaving the clown behind her, and answered the phone.
“Hello?”
“Hello. How are the kids?”
She breathed a sigh of relief. She’d half expected a killer with a penchant for gruesome pop quizzes to be on the other end.
“They’re great. Just put them to bed.”
“So things are going well?”
“Yeah. Everything’s fine. But I was wondering if you mind my putting a sheet over the clown statue in the living room. It’s kinda creeping me out.”
There was silence.
“Get the kids and get out of the house. Now.”
“What?”
“There’s a man who has been roaming the neighborhood stalking families and breaking into homes. Get out now.”
As she ran to get the kids, she passed the living room and saw that the clown was gone.
That gave me chills. Nice wink at Scream by the way.
that’s some creepy shit…
clowns always scared me. as did cherubs. EEK!
Eeeeeeek! What a great scary story to tell around a campfire.
Blah! Goosebumps.
My sis and I were driving down the road the other day and we saw a guy in the full clown get-up driving a minivan. I wanted to take a picture but Son Ya sped off because she’s scared of clowns. I can’t wait to tell her this story!
Better yet, just get a clown suit of your own and hide in her closet. Once she comes to, you can tell her the story.
Vince is very in to people dressing in clown suits to scare others … I wonder what that’s about. I have decided that this story is an urban legend in the making. I’m just not convinced …
urban legend in the making? already is…heard it years ago.
All who do not believe will be gutted by a man with a hook for a hand and left for dead inside a circus tent.
My kids to this day STILL hate clowns and always have. My daughter is 16 and when we go to the parade she turns when they approach. I have never quite figured it out. I think I will refrain from telling my daughter THIS story!
If you hate clowns, then you’ll really not like the movie “Killer Klowns From Outspace”. Campy, but very, very creepy, too.
Is Turboslut for real? Or is this all just a rouse to get me to let my guard down before the attack of the man-eating clowns?
Ok, now I can’t go to bed. What if there is a clown in my wardrobe?
Cooooooooool!!!
im super mad tht was the end of the story tht was very wack man thts crazy tho but i dnt really care if it was a statue i wouldve put tht thang outside and called it a day tht not even coo clowns bother me and tht why i dnt babysit now see aint no amout of money worth my life plz i wish i would see this why i stay in little house and babysit ppl payin me 20 bucks and call it a dai