Chapter 5: The Clown

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So a few years ago, there was a pretty well off family who lived in a really big house in New Port Beach, California. A mother a father and their two small kids. And one night, the parents decided that they wanted a night out for themselves, so they hired a babysitter. She was maybe about, 16 years old.

So, when the babysitter got there the parents gave her  a little rundown on what to do, and the mom pulled her aside and said,"Once you finish tucking the kids in, do you mind watching TV in our bedroom? The kids have been having nightmares lately and been waking up screaming at night. And our room is right next to theirs so it's a lot easier to to get to them."

"Yeah sure I can do that."

And the babysitter and the two small children waved goodbye to their parents. So after a few hours of watching TV it was time for bed and as she was tucking them in, one of the kids said, "Please don't let the clown get us."

"Of course I'm not gonna let anything happen to you." So she turned off the lights and went next door to the parents room like the mom had asked. But the second she walked into the room, she froze.

In the far corner of the room was a clown statue. Just a really life like, detailed, creepy ass statue. No wonder these kids have been having nightmares, she thought to herself.

So she went and sat on the bed and tried to watch some TV, but she kept looking over at the Clown statue. Was the statue looking at me like that before?

It was way to creepy for her so she went down stairs to the living room to watch TV there until the parents came back. So she's watching some TV for a while and then her phone rings, and it's the parents just checking in.

"Hey, we're on our way home, just wanted to check in and see how things are going."

"Everything's great! The kids are all asleep and in bed. I hope it's ok but I decided to watch TV downstairs instead. Your statue was really creeping me out."

"I'm, I'm sorry what statue?"

"The clown statue in your room? It's really creepy so I decided to leave the room."

"Get the kids now."

"Wait, what?"

"Get the kids and get out of the house now. We don't have a statue."

Just then, she heard screams. She dropped the phone and ran up the stairs. The bedroom seemed so much farther than it did before. When she opened the door, she was to late.

So apparently, there was a little person serial killer that would dress up as clowns and break into people's houses and murder people.

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