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We all know 'em, don't
we? The friend of a friend of my cousin who....they all start out that
way and always end badly for that sort-of person we kinda know. They even made
a movie (or three) about it, then there was that television series that acted
them out (badly) for you.
Let's talk about a few of these, shall we? And remember to
leave the light on....
The story of the clown statue murderer is an urban legend. It is not
a true story but
can spark fear in anyone who reads it. It has been passed around as a chain
letter online since 2004.
Here is the story:
"A girl in her teens is babysitting for a family in Newport
Beach, Ca. The family is wealthy and has a very large house - you know the
sort, with a ridiculous amount of rooms. Anyways, the parents are going out for
a late dinner/movie. The father tells the babysitter that once the children are
in bed she should go into this specific room (he doesn't really want her
wandering around the house) and watch TV there.
The parents take off and soon she gets the kids into bed and goes to the room to watch TV. She tries watching TV, but she is disturbed by a clown statue in the corner of the room. She tries to ignore it for as long as possible, but it starts freaking her out so much that she can't handle it.
She resorts to calling the father and asks, "Hey, the kids are in bed, but is it okay if I switch rooms? This clown statue is really creeping me out."
The father says seriously, "Get the kids, go next door and call 911."
The parents take off and soon she gets the kids into bed and goes to the room to watch TV. She tries watching TV, but she is disturbed by a clown statue in the corner of the room. She tries to ignore it for as long as possible, but it starts freaking her out so much that she can't handle it.
She resorts to calling the father and asks, "Hey, the kids are in bed, but is it okay if I switch rooms? This clown statue is really creeping me out."
The father says seriously, "Get the kids, go next door and call 911."
She asks, "What's going on?"
He responds, "Just go next door and once you call the
police, call me back."
She gets the kids, goes next door, and calls the police. When
the police are on the way, she calls the father back and asks, "So,
really, what's going on?"
He responds, "We don't HAVE a clown statue." He then
further explains that the children have been complaining about a clown watching
them as they sleep. He and his wife had just blown it off, assuming that they
were having nightmares.
The police arrive and apprehend the "clown," who turns
out to be a midget. A midget clown! I guess he was some homeless person dressed
as a clown, who somehow got into the house and had been living there for
several weeks. He would come into the kids' rooms at nights and watch them
while they slept. As the house was so large, he was able to avoid detection,
surviving off their food, etc. He had been in the TV room right before the
babysitter right came in there. When she entered he didn't have enough time to
hide, so he just froze in place and pretended to be a statue.
Yeah. As I said earlier on a discussion group, between IT
and John Wayne Gacy, I don't have any time for clowns.
And another to make your hair stand on end. This is an oldie
but a still a goodie:
The Killer in the Backseat....
One night a woman went out for drinks with her girlfriends. She
left the bar fairly late at night, got in her car and onto the deserted
highway. After a few minutes she noticed a lone pair of headlights in her
rear-view mirror, approaching at a pace just slightly quicker than hers. As the
car pulled up behind her she glanced and saw the turn signal on — the car was
going to pass — when suddenly it swerved back behind her, pulled up dangerously
close to her tailgate and the brights flashed.
Now she was getting nervous. The lights dimmed for a moment and
then the brights came back on and the car behind her surged forward. The
frightened woman struggled to keep her eyes on the road and fought the urge to
look at the car behind her. Finally, her exit approached but the car continued
to follow, flashing the brights periodically.
Through every stoplight and turn, it followed her until she
pulled into her driveway. She figured her only hope was to make a mad dash into
the house and call the police. As she flew from the car, so did the driver of
the car behind her — and he screamed, "Lock the door and call the police!
Call 911!"
When the police arrived the horrible truth was finally revealed
to the woman. The man in the car had been trying to save her. As he pulled up
behind her and his headlights illuminated her car, he saw the silhouette of a
man with a butcher knife rising up from the back seat to stab her, so he
flashed his brights and the figure crouched back down.
The moral of the story: Always check the back seat!
Yes, they're (mostly) not true, but don't they give you a
shiver?
Pleasant Dreams!
Dahlia
It's probably disgusting how much I love urban legends...the clown one is one of my favorites. A friend of mine actually told that to me as fact years ago, and even though I knew it was an urban legend, she was so good at telling it and so serious that I had to look it up to remind myself that it was actually a story. Growing up, I LOVED these types of stories, and they definitely influenced my love of horror as I got older. Great post!
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