Yes.. I have coulrophobia.. and I was once again reminded why I hate clowns when I had went to the air show yesterday. Minding my own business at the show with my sister and her kids, we head over to the children's play area for my little nephew and lo and behold.. there's a god damn clown there. Now I have never seen a clown at an air show before, so I guess he was a freelance. Decked in clown apparel, fat and bald, my nephew's face lit up with joy and he shouted, naturally grabbing the maniac's attention. Just my luck! So he waddles over and at this point my body has frozen up and my heart has sunken into my stomach, this is horrible.
He starts making whacky faces and asking my nephew goofy questions, and then for a split second his eyes locked with mine.. and it felt like an eternity. Now I'm no fool, behind all that happy makeup is a lie, a mad man that wants to bash my skull in with a plastic hammer and tap dance on my dead body. I'm suddenly getting these awful flashbacks that started it all as a child on my 5th birthday. My dad wanted to surprise me so he got me this big Bozo the Clown doll from a local pawn shop and placed it on the end of my bed so I could wake up to it (thanks for that..). I woke up early in the morning and I see this big creepy doll just staring at me in the darkness, I'm terrified, I have no idea what the hell it is and I assume this is all a really bad dream.. so I try to go back to sleep and I wake up later and it's still there. All I am left to do is scream and cry, the rest is history.
^^Seriously, how can you wake up in the middle of the night and see this doll at the end of your bed and not get traumatized??? Please tell me I'm not the only one here who can't stand these creeps.
He starts making whacky faces and asking my nephew goofy questions, and then for a split second his eyes locked with mine.. and it felt like an eternity. Now I'm no fool, behind all that happy makeup is a lie, a mad man that wants to bash my skull in with a plastic hammer and tap dance on my dead body. I'm suddenly getting these awful flashbacks that started it all as a child on my 5th birthday. My dad wanted to surprise me so he got me this big Bozo the Clown doll from a local pawn shop and placed it on the end of my bed so I could wake up to it (thanks for that..). I woke up early in the morning and I see this big creepy doll just staring at me in the darkness, I'm terrified, I have no idea what the hell it is and I assume this is all a really bad dream.. so I try to go back to sleep and I wake up later and it's still there. All I am left to do is scream and cry, the rest is history.
^^Seriously, how can you wake up in the middle of the night and see this doll at the end of your bed and not get traumatized??? Please tell me I'm not the only one here who can't stand these creeps.