The Motionless In White Collection of Urban Legends

Clown Statue

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I stepped out my front door, taking the short walk to my car.  It was an average Saturday night, but I wasn't going out partying.   This time I was babysitting for a couple with two kids.  Honestly, I was only a few years younger than t, em but I had met them several times and I suppose I was a last resort. 

They lived up the street from me, but it was a chilly night and I didn't feel like walking.   I parked in the driveway quickly, making sure not to block the garage doors    I took a moment to collect myself before stepping out.  It was a bit intimidating for me to climb the stairs up to such a grand door, but it was also intimidating to be held responsible for more than one human life at a time.

"Hey there, Mikey." Angelo chirped as he kissed my cheek and pulled me into his house.   Most of the time he dressed casually, but today he wore an all black suit.   Chris came down the hall wearing the same thing, except he also wore a heavy amount of makeup .  Together they were a bit scary, but it was arguable that I looked scary too. 

"Ricky and Ryan are in the kitchen drinking cocoa.   We'd like for them to be in bed around nine or so.   Please do not let them make a mess even if it requires locking them in their rooms.  When both of them are asleep you can watch a movie or something in the theater.  There's more info on the fridge and don't be scared to call." Chris lectured as he linked arms with his husband and kissed me on the cheek.  Before I had time to respond, they were out the door. 

I followed the sound of giggling to the kitchen, finding two kids that were no older than 10.   They sat next to each other at the island, laughing as they scooped whipped cream from their drinks and drew on the stone. 

"Hi, I'm Mike, and I'm going to watch you guys while your dads are out."   Both of the children turned to look at me, then looked back at each other, and the back at me    I felt a bit uneasy as I watched them stand simultaneously .  They linked their hands together, staring directly at me. 

"I'm Ricky.   He's Ryan." The smaller of the two spoke up    I nodded and offered them a smile, reaching out to rest a hand on each of their shoulders .  Through their black sweatshirts, I could feel how cold they were.  It was almost as if they were ghosts. 

"It's nice to meet you two." They nodded in one smooth motion, quickly looking over me.   I tried to block out the erie feeling I had, so I stepped away and took the booklet of papers off the fridge.   The first page was phone numbers, the second holding a long list of rules, the third being some ideas on what the kids and I could do together, and the last telling me how to respond to certain situations. 

The last sentence on the papers was "Do not respond to their clown complaints."   Hell, as an adult I would complain about clowns too.  I turned to ask the boys what their parents meant by this, but they just weren't there.  I peered over the island, trying to see if they had sat on the floor, but they were nowhere to be seen from where I stood. 

"Ricky? Ryan?" I called quietly.  I began to wonder through various doorways as I aung the names louder and louder    I only got as far as the sitting room when I began to panic .  They were either hiding from me or they had wandered out of earshot.  I had only been here for 10 minutes at most and I had already fucked up. 

"Ricky, Ryan.   Please come out.   Please." I begged .  I had checked every room on the first floor that hadn't been locked and now I was running around like a chicken with it's head cut off.  I had trouble keeping my footsteps quiet enough to hear if there was anyone else around, and it gave me anxiety with how I was the only source of noi se.  I came to a halt at the stairs, my eyes catching a door that most likely lead to the basement.  Without thought I yanked on the knob, screaming out when the two kids jumped on top of me.