This is my first story on here. I know that some people will say that this was a figment of my imagination, and while I would love to believe that, I know that it wasn't. So please, I know you mean well, but don't leave a comment saying I was dreaming or imagining things, okay? Okay, great! Thanks!
Now to start with a little background... I was 5 years old at the time this occurred living with my Mom in an apartment (my parents had recently separated). The layout of the apartment was: you walk in and to the right is the kitchen, beside the kitchen (to the further right) is the dining area. Go forward from the door and there is a hallway on the left where the bathroom and my Mom's room were. Go straight and take a step down into a sunken living room. To the left of the living room looks like closet-type horizontal wooden slat doors but those were actually the doors to my room. Does that make sense? Okay, awesome.
Moving along... That day I was at home sick. I had a terribly sore throat and could barely speak. I had cream of tomato soup and a toasted bologna sandwich for lunch and could not finish the sandwich as the toast was too hard and hurt my throat. The point of me telling you this is so that you know that I remember the details of the day leading up to my experience. I digress, I spent the day with my Mom and cuddled with her while we watched Young and the Restless.
In the middle of the night I was woken up by the sound of the chain coming off the door and the deadbolt unlocking. I thought that it was my Mom letting her boyfriend into the apartment as he worked until late at night. I heard footsteps coming through the hall and down into the living room, stopping right outside my door. At that point I was terrified. I didn't hear my Mom talking to her boyfriend or him say anything at all and it was completely silent. The wooden slats in my door shifted and opened and I saw a 6' cartoon clown standing outside the door looking in at me. I know it might sound funny that it was a cartoon, but I guarantee you that it was terrifying.
It opened the door and came into my room. It walked over to be standing above me in my bed. I was trying to scream but because my throat was so sore I couldn't make any noise. It had a teapot or something in its hand and was holding it over me and was starting to pour something onto me. I started thrashing around in my bed trying to make it go away. It worked.
It was like I hit rewind on a video... A slow rewind, but a rewind nonetheless. The clown backed out of my room, closed the door, the slats closed again, I heard the footsteps retreating through the apartment, the door open and close, and the deadbolt and chain go back on the door.
I tried calling my Mom, but my voice still wasn't working. I finally got up the courage to go and get my Mom and she came and slept with me. She didn't believe me and her (along with the rest of my family) laughs hysterically and brings up my "little story".
I know more than anyone how ridiculous it sounds to have a cartoon clown torment you. I also know that most of you will not believe me and say that because I was a child that I was just imagining things. But I wasn't. I know what I saw and it was terrifying.