Some people have a deep-set fear of clowns and there is no question as to why. Whether it's because of a grown man acting silly or because of the creepy onset of the makeup. The disturbing way they act after doing one of their tricks. Even in horror, we see them as something to be feared. What if I told you there was something far darker about clowns that the public has no idea about?
I was awakened from my nap by my phone buzzing on the coffee table beside me. Had I dozed off watching TV again? I blinked a few times for the world to come back into view before reaching to grab my phone. I pressed answer without checking who it was.
"Hello?" I asked, my voice still incredibly groggy from the slumber.
"Hey bud, happy to hear you're still alive and breathing," my old co-worker said in his silly clown voice.
Yes, I used to work as a clown. I used to be in the business of entertaining kids. Sure some of them were a little freaked out by me, but I knew they loved me.
"What do you want, bud?" I asked. I was hunched over the couch, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. I wasn't exactly upset with him, we used to be friends. I was upset because I told him I'd retired and wanted nothing more to do with that place. Especially after what they did with Kevin.
"I wanna see if you wanna do one last gig," he said. "You were always the best clown in town."
"I'm sorry, I can't." I replied.
"Come on, it'll only be for a few hours," he begged. "They'll pay you double."
"I'm not interested." I hung up the phone. I could feel my blood beginning to boil. I can never just say no to them. It's like that word doesn't exist in their vocabulary.
I heard a sound outside and jumped to my feet. I had to check it out. It couldn't have been anything too important, but it wouldn't hurt to see. I took a peek through my rear sliding glass door and looked around outside. Nothing looked out of the ordinary. It was nothing, I told my self.
I made my way back to my couch. I was about to sit down when I saw a shadow through the shadows of my living room curtain. Someone was standing outside. I made my way over to the front door and flung it open.
I was greeted by a man that looked terrified. He had a look of fear in his eyes but the rest of his body was completely unmoved. He didn't speak, but his eyes were straight black. I asked him what he wanted but remained silent. He then raised a knife from his side and forced it into his chest. He didn't double over in pain, nor did he grunt. His eyes just twitched slightly as the blade dug in.
The man then collapsed before me. I was horrified by the entire scene.
I tried bending down to see what was going on with the man but found myself unable to move. An evil laughter escaped my lips. A group of people, clowns, appeared and walked through the doorway.
"I told you we'd find you another host," one of them said. It was the clown that I'd just talked on the phone with.
I was awakened from my nap by my phone buzzing on the coffee table beside me. Had I dozed off watching TV again? I blinked a few times for the world to come back into view before reaching to grab my phone. I pressed answer without checking who it was.
"Hello?" I asked, my voice still incredibly groggy from the slumber.
"Hey bud, happy to hear you're still alive and breathing," my old co-worker said in his silly clown voice.
Yes, I used to work as a clown. I used to be in the business of entertaining kids. Sure some of them were a little freaked out by me, but I knew they loved me.
"What do you want, bud?" I asked. I was hunched over the couch, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. I wasn't exactly upset with him, we used to be friends. I was upset because I told him I'd retired and wanted nothing more to do with that place. Especially after what they did with Kevin.
"I wanna see if you wanna do one last gig," he said. "You were always the best clown in town."
"I'm sorry, I can't." I replied.
"Come on, it'll only be for a few hours," he begged. "They'll pay you double."
"I'm not interested." I hung up the phone. I could feel my blood beginning to boil. I can never just say no to them. It's like that word doesn't exist in their vocabulary.
I heard a sound outside and jumped to my feet. I had to check it out. It couldn't have been anything too important, but it wouldn't hurt to see. I took a peek through my rear sliding glass door and looked around outside. Nothing looked out of the ordinary. It was nothing, I told my self.
I made my way back to my couch. I was about to sit down when I saw a shadow through the shadows of my living room curtain. Someone was standing outside. I made my way over to the front door and flung it open.
I was greeted by a man that looked terrified. He had a look of fear in his eyes but the rest of his body was completely unmoved. He didn't speak, but his eyes were straight black. I asked him what he wanted but remained silent. He then raised a knife from his side and forced it into his chest. He didn't double over in pain, nor did he grunt. His eyes just twitched slightly as the blade dug in.
The man then collapsed before me. I was horrified by the entire scene.
I tried bending down to see what was going on with the man but found myself unable to move. An evil laughter escaped my lips. A group of people, clowns, appeared and walked through the doorway.
"I told you we'd find you another host," one of them said. It was the clown that I'd just talked on the phone with.
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