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Halloween of the Clowns: “Mr. Clown, We Are All Watching You.”
It’s October, Halloween is quickly approaching, and there are rumors of wicked clowns everywhere in America. Clowns can be either funny or scary; they are creepy for me.
I lived in a haunted apartment where my dad taught at a university, and my sister used to have a giant Barbie doll. I still remember it.
One quiet night, I got up to get a glass of water. The house was still, with only the soft hum of the refrigerator breaking the silence. A strange feeling crept over me as I filled my glass at the kitchen sink like I was being watched. I brushed it off, figuring it was just the darkness playing tricks on me.
As I turned to leave, I saw her — my sister’s Barbie doll. She was facing me at the end of the hallway on the floor.
Her lifeless plastic eyes seemed to follow me as I moved, and her once-bright smile now felt disturbingly cold. My heart raced. Had someone moved her?
The silence pressed in, and I stepped forward, determined to dismiss it as my imagination. That’s when I heard it — a tiny, soft rustle. I froze. Barbie’s head tilted forward just slightly. My breath caught in my throat, and I bolted back to my room. A glass of water, forgotten, fell and crashed onto the floor. Locking the door behind me.
