Mira was babysitting her usual family with two kids when something strange happened. She loved her job, and especially enjoyed this family, because the kids were funny, smart, always listened to her when she talked, and also, she was paid very well. However, there was one thing which always creeped Mira out a little bit. That family’s parents enjoyed collecting clowns, and their entire basement was filled with them; there were clowns which had been collected and brought from countries from all over the world.
On this particular Saturday night, the two children’s parents had gone out for a dinner party, and she was sitting in the basement watching TV with the kids. At first, when walking into the basement room, she had been a little bit intimidated because of all the clowns, but eventually she had grown used to it. However, on this day, she had a very strange feeling that she was being watched. She could swear out of the corner of her eye that it was as if one of the clown’s eyes were following her wherever she went, but whenever she turned to look directly at it, the clown looked exactly like the last time she glanced at it.
Extremely unsettled, she asked the kids if they wanted to move upstairs.
“Hey, guys, do you want to move upstairs? I feel a bit cold.” She suggested.
“Mommy wants us to stay in this room.” One of the children replied, slowly.
At this, she had no choice but to stay in the room.
However, after an hour, she just couldn’t handle it. Little beads of clammy sweat formed on her hand as she glanced side to side nervously. At last, she decided to call their parents.
“Would it be okay if we just moved upstairs?” She whispered quietly into the phone.
“Why would you want to do that?” A voice replied slowly.
“Because, there is a clown which is really scaring me,” blushing in embarrassment as she said it.
“Why, which one is it?” The voice drawled, sounding mildly annoyed.
Quickly she described to the parent the clown sitting on the chair by the TV.
Slightly concerned, she replied “Are you sure?”
“Yes, very.” She affirmed.
“In that case, take the children and leave the house immediately.” The voice said, extremely concerned.
Confused, she hung up the phone, and gathered the children, and told them to get their stuff. As she put on her coat, and flicked the light switch off in the basement room, she saw something move out of the corner of her eye. Thoroughly creeped out, she quickly walked up the stairs, and grabbing the first two hands she felt, she closed the door, and left the house.
Just as she opened the door, and light shined onto the hand she grabbed, she screamed. She whipped around, and saw that it was the clown’s hand which she had grabbed, and it was moist with fresh blood. Then she saw the two children’s heads which the clown held in his other hand.
At that moment, the clown laughed, and ran off into the night.
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