You find a babysitting job. The parents of the kids you are babysitting are going on a date. The mom talks about a few rules and reminders and then they head on out. One thing you remember before the kids were asleep, was that their mom telling about the kids having nightmares about a clown. And, out of pure coincidence, you DID find a clown statue in their parents' bedroom
You tell yourself, "that's why." As you stare at the clown statue in the room. You call the parents and tell them what was going on. You said: "hey! I think I know why the kids are having nightmares; it's because of something you own! The clown statue..... I don't know why you own it, but......" the parents then got a chill up their spine. The mom said: "get the children, and rush of the house as soon as possible. We don't have a clown statue."
You immediately freeze and don't know what to do. you know. you remember. how could you be so dumb? no one owns a clown statue. you know that that is THE infamous "statue killer" as the people deem. You follow orders, and get the fuck out of there. But it was too late. You saw the clown, strangling the kids and you try to help them, but its too late; the clown grabs a pocket knife and stabs the living hell out of those kids. After that, the clown looks at you and smiles, and runs to you, your remaining stamina got you of the house, and into the street. You run into the neighbor's house and knock the fuck out of that door and it almost broke.
The neighbors tries to calm you down, as you call 911, but at the time they, and the parents arrive, it was already too late. The killer was gone, and has left you a horrifying story to live and tell.
