When the little girl got home the house was empty. Her parents had stupidly left her alone while they went on a business trip.
Proudly the little girl carried the clown figurine into her room. She set it down across from her bed. She backed up and looked at it. A flutter of movement caught her eye.
A tag was tied around the clown's neck that she swore wasn't there before. Yet it was there, waving in the air conditioned breeze.
She grabbed it and pulled it off over the clown's creepy head.
It said simply "Don't look at the clown figurine at night."
Now this is the type of girl who didn't listen to anyone or thing for any reason. She laughed at the tag and threw it in the trash. She went down stairs to see if there was any food. There wasn't.
She went back upstairs. Wrapped around her bedroom doorknob was the warning tag.
"Don't look at the clown at night."
(Hey, two of my friends read this on my phone and they said it's not scary. This probably true. Then again a week ago I managed to scare a drunk British lady out of her wits. Not a good comparison. Anyway don't tell me that you don't like the stories because they are not scary. If you don't like them don't read them. I'm just making them to kill time. Also these stories are not mine, so if it turns out they come from a book I am sorry, I just know them as word of mouth.)
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Blame The Clown (Holiday Special Upload)
HorrorSo it's Christmas. Again. And I'm bored at a holiday party, so I scared a drunk British lady into peeing herself with these stories. FYI, they suck, and are not scary. So enjoy this not scary read.
