I_Kill_Clowns
August 20th, 2003, 02:38 PM
I just wanted to say hello, and that I'm desperately afraid of clowns. I have been since I was a little girl and nobody in my family knows why (although I believe it's one of those things where you try to forget a certain situation and so you do)... luckily, my evil little sister has it too so if she tries to scare me with a clown I can just do the same back :-D. But uhhh, yeah... my most recent evil-clown story...
I remember I was maybe 6 or 7 yrs old and my parents decided to take me, my little sister Jill, and my Nana to the circus. At first I was nervous 'cause I knew I was afraid of clowns and all that stuff, and my whole family knew thanks to my little episode at the Ground Round (if any of you don't know what that is, it's this restaraunt that serves these huge hamburgers and this big freakish clown comes around and scares the crap outta little kids). So we get into the arena and I sigh with relief; there's no clowns around, and I remember looking at the elephants from my seat.
I was there for MAYBE a half an hour when the clowns started to come out... needless to say, I almost peed my pants. When I noticed this, I turned and said to my dad, "Daddy, make sure they leave me alone."
He just nodded, too busy watching what was about to happen in the ring, so I watched too. About 5 minutes later my dad taps me on the shoulder and tells me to look beside him. So, me being the stupid little kid I was--I did.
And there it was. This big, ugly, goofy-looking creature with white face makeup and skinny lips. He was one of the scariest kinds; the ones with the little triangles above and below their eyes. He was bald with big poofy red hair coming out from the side, and a red painted nose.
This guy definately looked a little too much like Pennywise for my taste.
My jaw dropped, my eyes bulged out, then filled with tears, and I started crying. Crying so hard I remember looking down at my hands and they were shaking like Hell. And this jerk wouldn't go away until my dad laughed and told him to leave.
So yeah, that goes to show you that daddies are JUST as evil as clowns.
I remember I was maybe 6 or 7 yrs old and my parents decided to take me, my little sister Jill, and my Nana to the circus. At first I was nervous 'cause I knew I was afraid of clowns and all that stuff, and my whole family knew thanks to my little episode at the Ground Round (if any of you don't know what that is, it's this restaraunt that serves these huge hamburgers and this big freakish clown comes around and scares the crap outta little kids). So we get into the arena and I sigh with relief; there's no clowns around, and I remember looking at the elephants from my seat.
I was there for MAYBE a half an hour when the clowns started to come out... needless to say, I almost peed my pants. When I noticed this, I turned and said to my dad, "Daddy, make sure they leave me alone."
He just nodded, too busy watching what was about to happen in the ring, so I watched too. About 5 minutes later my dad taps me on the shoulder and tells me to look beside him. So, me being the stupid little kid I was--I did.
And there it was. This big, ugly, goofy-looking creature with white face makeup and skinny lips. He was one of the scariest kinds; the ones with the little triangles above and below their eyes. He was bald with big poofy red hair coming out from the side, and a red painted nose.
This guy definately looked a little too much like Pennywise for my taste.
My jaw dropped, my eyes bulged out, then filled with tears, and I started crying. Crying so hard I remember looking down at my hands and they were shaking like Hell. And this jerk wouldn't go away until my dad laughed and told him to leave.
So yeah, that goes to show you that daddies are JUST as evil as clowns.