Kelsey's Killer Clown
I know I wasn't exaggerating when this happened, no way. It was real. And I have never told anyone.
When I was in 8th grade, I lived in this two-story house friends told me was haunted. I believed them because at night I heard footsteps. In 10th grade, I grew used to it. But I didn't know what was coming my way. At around 9:00 p.m. my sister and me were watching TV when she saw a reflection in the TV screen and turned. She let out a blood-curdling shriek so I turned around to see what it was. A clown...I am terrified of killer clowns, and this was one for sure. He opened his mouth to scream. We ran to the door but it was locked. We screamed together, scared to our roots. We sat down cuddled in the middle of the room, determined it might go away. It did.
Later the next day, my sister told me she saw our mom being hung and our dad with his throat slit open. That is her biggest fear. I still saw that clown and would run. We call it fear house now. We moved a year later. I still see that clown in my dreams though...
