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When I was younger, I slept in a different room from the one I occupy now. This came about when over the course of about two weeks in the summer, I had heard noises of construction on the part of the roof above me. Every night, I would hear the sounds of hammering and drilling, and quiet footsteps.
When I was younger, we used to have these clown dolls around that sat on metal circles, kind of like a swingset, which were supposed to hang on walls and the like. I don’t know where they came from, but they were handmade from yarn, styrofoam and plastic, with felt for their little top hats. They had smiles similar to comedy masks.
Well this didn’t happen to me, however, it was a told to me by a friend, and it supposedly actually happened to one of her teachers.
Anyway, the teacher had been moving with her family. She was standing in the front yard just before they had left the house and was talking to her daughter, who was about 4 at the time. She asked the daughter how she felt about leaving the house, and she said, “I’m sad, but I’m happy to go to a new school.” After this, they got in the car, and the daughter started waving before they drove away. The mother saw this and said, “Oh, are you waving good-bye to the house?” The daughter shook her head and replied, “No, I’m waving to the clown.” As you can imagine, this freaked the mother out a little, so she looked up in the attic window, and there, very faintly visible, was a clown. The mother started crying, and they never went back there.
Fuck Yeah Nightmares Answered: Strange. 8/10 for scares and thanks for sharing.
This story was a personal experience of a friend of mine from high school. Sorry if it’s a little long!
My friend (we’ll call her Sarah) used to babysit for one of her neighbors who had to work awkward hours. He was no longer married and some days needed someone to look after his kids. His son was around nine, and his daughter about four. Sarah had always felt somewhat uncomfortable in this house, mainly on the first and second floors. So as soon as both of the kids had she would retreat into the basement until their father came home and she could leave.
One day, after both kids had gone to bed, Sarah was sitting in the basement watching TV—nothing out of the ordinary. After a little while she heard footsteps upstairs. Assuming the dad had come home, she went upstairs to say goodnight and head back over to hear house. Once she had made her way upstairs, she found no one there. Thinking it was just her imagination, Sarah went back downstairs and flipped on the TV.
About ten minutes later, this happened again. Of course, Sarah had written it off the first time, so again she assumed that the dad had come home, and again, there was no one there when she went upstairs. This time, however, she could hear the little girl talking upstairs on the second floor, so she went up to see why she wasn’t sleeping. When Sarah opened her door, the little girl was standing on her bed, looking into the bathroom that was connected to her room.
Sarah asked her, “Who are you talking to?”
She replied, “The man in the bathroom.”
At this point, Sarah was a little more alarmed. She checked the bathroom, and there was no one there, so she shut the door, tucked the little girl back into bed, and again retreated into the basement where she felt comfortable.
About an hour after this, the dad finally did come home, and Sarah reluctantly told him what had happened. He admitted that this had happened a few times before, adding that when she was younger it used to be a little different. When he would ask her who the little girl who she was talking to, she would answer, “The monster in the bathroom.” Coincidentally, when she had been in the hospital the year before to have her appendix removed, other relatives had sent her balloons and stuffed animals. One of the balloons had a picture of a clown on it. Instead of calling it a clown, the little girl would always refer to it as “the monster.”
Fuck Yeah Nightmares Answered: creepy. 9/10 for scares and thanks for sharing.
John Wayne Gacy was convicted of the torture, rape and murder of 33 males between 1972 until his arrest in 1978. He was dubbed the “Killer Clown” because he entertained kids at parties as “Pogo The Clown.” He used to dress up in his clown outfit as he would carry out the killings.
The police became suspicious of Gacy when a mother of one boy who was to meet Gacy about a job never returned home. When the police saw Gacy’s criminal record they began to keep a close eye on him. Gacy, in his usual bizarre behavior, invited the police in for coffee. The police accepted the invitation and once inside they became ovrwhelmed by a strong odor which they recognized as possibly coming from a decaying dead body.
The police then obtained a search warrant and uncovered 29 bodies in the crawlspace of Gacy’s house. The bodies were all male and ranged in age from nine years old to their mid-20s. Later Gacy admitted to more killings in which he dumped the bodies into a nearby river. In searching for all possible victims, the police excavated Gacy’s yard and gutted the house, eventually tearing it completely down.
After he was convicted and sentenced to death in 1980, he continued to taunt authorities with different versions of his story about the murders in an attempt to stay alive. Authorities were not swayed and on May 10, 1994 his execution by lethal injection was carried out.
So-and-so’s friend, a girl in her teens, is babysitting for a family in Newport Beach, Ca. The family is wealthy and has a very large house — you know the sort, with a ridiculous amount of rooms. Anyways, the parents are going out for a late dinner/movie. The father tells the babysitter that once the children are in bed she should go into this specific room and watch TV there.
The parents take off and soon she gets the kids into bed and goes to the room to watch TV. She tries watching TV, but she is disturbed by a clown statue in the corner of the room. She tries to ignore it for as long as possible, but it starts freaking her out so much that she can’t handle it.
She resorts to calling the father and asks, “Hey, the kids are in bed, but is it okay if I switch rooms? This clown statue is really creeping me out.”
The father says seriously, “We don’t have a clown statue.”
The phone line goes dead.
