Assignment 10: BOO- Samantha McGehee

I am terrified of clowns. I have always hated clowns.  The circus was a nightmare for me growing up because the place is crawling with clowns of all kinds. Oh how I hate clowns. They have paint on their faces like a teenage girl applying makeup without a mirror. They are constantly happy, or appear happy, and I don't trust people who are always happy because that's unnatural. I believe that every clown is actually the Joker on the inside. Just waiting for the day when they look in the mirror and realize the ridiculous that they are and snap and become evil clowns destined for violence and chaos. Ironically, my mom loves clowns. She even collected clown statues and paintings and jewelry until she was burdened with a child who despised clowns. Now all the memorabilia  of her clown- collecting days are hidden away in a closet. Guess which closet I will never open? Now I will share my most recent clown terror story. So I was eating ice cream one night, but it wasn't my ice cream. It was my father's. And eating another family member's ice cream is a crime in our house. And to make matters worse, he caught me red handed with his black cherry chip. He threatened to get me back, but I disregarded it. Then when I finally went upstairs in my room to sleep, it was dark so I used the light on my phone. When I put the light on my pillow, there it was. There sat a stuffed clown with its demonic eyes and red smile. I jumped and screamed. I was genuinely terrified.  My father ran into my room laughing. My dad  is the clown I despise the most.