I’d always hated clowns since I was a kid and I first saw IT. Why my son had to be obsessed with clowns I do not know. For his seventh birthday he wanted a clown at his party. My wife eagerly ordered one off a website on google, I had a strange feeling about it but regardless that was what he wanted.

On 03/04/12 at around 10am the decorations were set and the cake was made. With an extra two hours before guests arrived and an extra three for the clown.

12 o’clock rolled by and sortly it was around 1. The party was going great the kids were playing and smiling the parents were laughing. Then the clown van pulled up. It was a rather sketchy van, paint chipped and rusty, creepy logo of a clown, and it was just dirty. The clown came out of the van red nose, rainbow wig the whole shebang. He walked over to me shaking my hand and squirting me in the face with water laughing his infuriating clown laugh. I paid him and he walked away while I gave my wife a very annoyed glace. She smiled at me dabbing my face off with a napkin.

The clown played small unamusing tricks that seemed to be targeted around me mostly making my day miserable. I cooked burgers and hotdogs and he put a airhorn up to my ear. I looked at my wife aggravatedly. She walked over to me and said “maybe you should go lay down for a bit?” I agreed handing one of the dads the spatula.

I got up to my bed laying down to annoyed to really pay attention. I heard a floorboard creak but figured my wife was checking on me. Thats when I heard a creepy clown laugh. “What the fuckkkkkk.” I groaned “I paided you to entertain my kid not harass me.” I opened my eyes and a different clown was standing in my closet holding a comically large hammer. “Jesus christ man!” I scrambled back reaching into my night stand looking for my gun, just then I heard a click I looked up and he was holding my gun. I put my hands up by my head he put my gun and his hammer down on the floor holding a long rope of colored hankered-shifts. He walked towards me wrapping it around my neck I kicked and screamed trying to push him off but to no avail. he picked me up opening my window overlooking the party tying the other end to my bed post and shoving me out the window I yelled out but then all went black.

A loud scream cut through the clowns party music and dangling by colored fabric was my husband, a creepy clown was smiling up in the window. In a gargling voice the clown yelled out “Pinata!” I stood in shocked silence till I heard my son, “Dad..?” I looked down at his tear stricken face and hugged him to my chest. My best friend called the police. The party came to an abrupt end, I guess he wasnt wrong in fearing clowns…