Short horror stories: Urban Legend edition

Clown statue

In the mid 2000's, a fifteen year old girl babysits a wealthy family as the parents leave for the weekend for a mini vacation. On the last night before the parents could arrive back home though, the babysitter went missing and has not been seen nor found. The case has been unsolved and remains a chilling mystery to this day.

I wandered around the wealthy home and in their living room sat a flat screen television and a long sofa that seemed to never end. Behind the sofa sat a grand piano that appeared shiny and brand new, but I knew it wasn't. The first time I ever babysat for the family, Patrick told me that he bought the piano when his son was just two years old. This is so he could practice when he gets older. His son was now nine years old and rarely played the thing. This was my third time babysitting his son and daughter, but his house never ceased to amaze me; it seemed like it only got bigger each time I came by.
"Can you read me a bedtime story please?" The little girl's voice spoke from behind me, making my heart race for a moment before realizing it was just her.
"Gosh, uhm, yeah of course. Come on." I say with a grin before following her up the stairs and to the bedroom she shared with her older brother.

Finally once I got them both to sleep, of course, not without either one of them asking a hundred questions about the plot of the story, I made my way into the kitchen to grab a snack to munch on while I watched a movie in their home theater. My eyes raced back and forth between all the food they had in their refrigerator. This included popsicles, lots of healthy foods, smoothies, yogurt, candy, and much more than a family of four ever needed. I grabbed a couple of their yogurts with a soda and made my way into the theater to watch a movie.

"Oh no, Laurie, no! He's right behind you!" I exclaimed in a squeaky tone as I watched Halloween. Call it cliché all you want, but October without watching horror movies would just be ridiculous. Spending time at a rich folks home around Halloween was also the coolest thing imaginable. They had giant inflatable spiders in the front yard, fake spider webs strung throughout their hallways and even creepy statues in some of the corners. Though admittedly, the clown statue that stood in the front of the theater made me feel more on edge than any other Halloween decoration they had set up. My eyes would bounce between the scenes and to the statue; I felt as if it was watching me at times while I was distracted. Suddenly, my blackberry rang.
"Just checking on you, how are the kids?" Patrick's voice came over the phone.
"Oh, They're fast asleep; they're great kids." I complimented and he laughed over the phone.
"Yeah, sometimes. You should see them in the morning then you might change your mind." He jokes with a chuckle.
"So, not to be rude, but I was just wondering when you'd be back tonight?"
"We're about to be on our way back home. It'll be about twenty minutes." He informed.
"Okay, I'll see you guys then." With that, I hung up and focused back on the movie. I looked back at the clown still standing there menacingly. The longer the movie carried on, the more I squirmed in the seat, but not because of the movie.

11:00 pm. Patrick and his wife were supposed to be here thirty minutes ago now, yet still no sign of them. As soon as I called him, he answered.
"I'm sorry for being late Katherine, but we're about ten minutes away now." He apologized.
"Alright, that's fine," I replied while I wandered around the halls of the home, "But I was wondering if I could like, cover up the statue or something."
"Which one? The Jason statue in the front yard?" He questions.
"No, the statue in your home theater."
"Huh?"
"Yeah, the clown statue in your home theater that stands in the corner. You know." I added on. In the background, I hear his vehicle rev up as though he were speeding on the road.
"We don't own a clown statue, Polly is scared of clowns so we've never had one up." Patrick says. In response to his horrifying statement, I felt the hairs on my arms rise.
"Oh, I see." I replied in shock as my heart began to race.
"I'm gonna call the cops and I'll call you right back, promise." He says before hanging up the phone. I walk to the children's room and thankfully, they were still safe.
"Kids, wake up." I say loudly while trying to keep my voice from shaking in fear.
They both rubbed their eyes as they sat up, "What's wrong?"
I stood still, trying to think of something, anything. "Let's play a quick game of hide and seek for the night." I said quietly to them. They both smiled excitedly before rushing up.
"But remember, don't tell anyone where you hide or else I'll never play with you two again." I warned them with a forced smile. They nodded before heading to their hiding spots.
"Three, two, one." I counted down as my breath became shaky and my knees became wobbly with fear—or adrenaline, I wasn't sure. I told them I'd find them, but really I was going to hide myself in their closet too while we waited for Patrick and the police. Quietly, I closed the door and crouched down on the floor. A few moments of silence passed until I saw the clown in a costume walk in and look directly at me. I caught his eye, and he had caught mine as well.