I must have been in my late teens to early twenties when a freaky incident happened. I would sleep with the lights on since I was completely convinced the house I lived in was haunted.
I had a clown doll with huge eyes, gangly legs and an evil smile. I set him down on the bed next to me, along with my teddy bear and little blue rabbit. I fell into a very troubled sleep. I was woken up by something. I looked up and I felt that the clown was staring right at me. I caught him and put him on the rocking chair and went back to sleep. The rocking chair that was in the corner of my room.
Shortly after I fell asleep something woke me up. I looked at the clown and I felt as though he was staring at me. His smile looked more evil than before. I thought it was a fragment of my imagination but I was still panicking. My heart felt as though it was about to explode.
I jumped out of bed and walked over to the clown. I turned him face down on the rocking chair and returned to bed. I fell asleep. I was woken once more to the distinct and unmistakable creaking of the rocking chair. My back was facing the chair. I wished fervently that it was all a dream. I slowly turned and I got a shock! The clown was on his back and his face was looking in my direction.
I freaked. I snatched the clown off the chair and put him outside my bedroom on my mother's desk and returned to sleep.
Shortly after I had fallen asleep once more I was woken up by a loud, angry knocking on my door. I didn't get out of bed. I didn't go to my door.
The next morning when I woke up I saw the clown doll on the floor, below my mother's desk. I begged of my mom to dispose of the clown but I didn't tell her why.
I hate clown dolls now they really freak me out.