It's really popular to hate clowns, to find them eerie, to clutch your child closer to you when one approaches. While I never found them particularly amusing or loveable, I never feared them, either. Until I read this creepy clown story. Is the clown under the bed, or not? "...Are you sure you CHECKED just BEFORE you brushed your teeth, or was it AFTER? Because I COULD have crawled underneath while you were brushing your teeth. I could have, yes, that's right. And I DID. That's why you're able to hear my thoughts, because I'm so close..."
I suppose if I had read that story as a child, I might feel differently.
