Stories Of Horror

Clown Statue

"Clown Statue"

"Well Natalie, we'll see you at ten!" Mr Dawson waved as he and his wife reversed out of the driveway, leaving me to watch their kids on their date night.

They were too little bundles of joy. Shaun was six and Angie was five, and they had a lot of energy to show for it. Over dinner they told me about the games they love to play. "Mamma's favourite game is Tag!" "And Dad's is Hide & Seek!"

Eventually I took them upstairs into their bedroom, read their bedtime stories and left them to sleep. It was 9.40pm now, so I went to rinse off the dishes and tidy up the kids toys quickly.

I went into the spare room to put away the kids toys, putting on a brave face to face the awful clown statue they kept in the corner. I hated this part, but it was my job and I needed any tips I could get. Finishing up, I turned to leave the room, when my eyes were drawn to the clown statue. Its head had definitely moved slightly, I was damn sure of it. In a panic I ran and slammed the door, listening for any movement. When there were no heavy foot steps, no crazed clown banging on the door after me, I calmed down slightly and called Mr Dawson "Natalie, everything alright?" "Well, haha, I might be crazy but I think the clown in the kids room moved its head? I'm probably just tired, but when will you guys get home?" "Oh Natalie, honey." He chuckled. "You have ten seconds to hide, we like to play games in this family."