(Aug. 7, 2007) Yesterday started out normally enough and then I saw the first clown. Yes, I said the first clown. There is no circus in town. There was no parade yesterday. But there he was, in front of the guitar store waiting for a ride. He sat on the bench and carefully arranged his clown suitcase and his other clown accoutrements in front of him as he waited. I became self-conscious that he might notice me staring even though I was watching him in my rear view mirror. He appeared to look in my direction, right at my rear view mirror and into my soul. A chill crept across my heart. I looked down for a moment, fearful that he was returning my gaze and I’d suddenly be mesmerized by his piercing stare. Then when I looked up again he was gone. It was so sudden that I wasn’t certain he’d ever been there. There was no car pulling away. No trail of endless brightly colored handkerchiefs as he walked away. Just nothing. He was…gone.
this is a living nightmare for me – i fear and hate them!
What have they ever done to you?
Glad the ones popping up lately have disappeared. Most were seen in PA. Fess up, Phil, all this time it was you!! 🤡
It might have been. I’m in PA quite a bit
DEAR GOD! Phil, clowns are Satan. The end.
You? I can’t believe you hate clowns! You seem like you might revel in the discomfort that clowns cause others!
GAH! I would be creeped out too. I do NOT like clowns.