Friday, February 7, 2014

The Clown

When I'm sleepy I tend to be more open to seeing unexpected visitors.  I'm usually able to close myself off throughout the day but when I'm in bed all bets are off.  The other night I got into bed and closed my eyes to go to sleep.  Seconds later I heard an awful squeaking noise.  It sounded like old metal that needed to be oiled and it hurt my ears and made me cringe.  My eyes snapped open and I immediately looked to my left.  A disgusting man dressed as if he came from a circus in the early 1900's appeared to come out of my wall riding a bizarre looking bike and wearing the most unsettling clown makeup I had ever seen.  He rode his bike back and forth, back and forth, over and over on my side of the bed, disappearing into the bathroom and then turning around only to disappear into the wall, all the while staring at me with this creepy unblinking stare.  He never took his eyes off of me.

He didn't give off a really threatening vibe but I still didn't like him.  I loudly made a frustrated "Agh!" sound and kicked my covers off.  I turned in my bed to face him and stared at him head on.  He continued riding his squeaky bicycle up and down my room, staring at me, and not saying a word.  I mentally berated him for invading my personal space and for not, at the very least, telling me what he wanted.  He grimaced (I'm not sure at what part), nodded to himself, and turned his bike one last time to pedal into my wall finally making his exit.  I waited for what seemed like an hour to make sure he didn't come back.  Luckily, he didn't return.  
I let out a big sigh of relief, got back under the covers, and waited for the adrenaline to stop coursing through my veins.  Eventually I calmed down and went to sleep all the while silently hoping I never see that guy again.

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