scared of clowns?

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scared of clowns

  • yes

    Votes: 24 36.4%
  • no

    Votes: 33 50.0%
  • just Tim Curry

    Votes: 12 18.2%

  • Total voters
    66

GNTLGNT

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...this is the clown that scares me...
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Blake

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Where did she say you can pick these clown-prints up?
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Kidding...
mostly...
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This is about 1985. It was a print of a painting, I think. If I can remember correctly, I think there were three clowns in the painting. I'd have to look up and see if I can find it on Google Images. I didn't like it. It had a brown tinge, and it wasn't a happy thing. My sister got divorced in 1987-I don't think it had anything to do with the picture.
 

FlakeNoir

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This is about 1985. It was a print of a painting, I think. If I can remember correctly, I think there were three clowns in the painting. I'd have to look up and see if I can find it on Google Images. I didn't like it. It had a brown tinge, and it wasn't a happy thing. My sister got divorced in 1987-I don't think it had anything to do with the picture.
Thanks, but don't worry about looking into it, I was just kidding... :biggrin2:
 
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When I was 9 I was stuck in a crack house for almost a month. There were bars on the windows, the door was always locked and the backyard brick wall was cinder blocks six feet high. I couldn't get out. There was an old woman dying of COPD in the back room, I can still remember her coughing and coughing. My mother...godammit, never mind her. She turned herself around, that's all that matters.

Thing was, the old woman liked ceramic clown figurines, had collected them throughout her life. She had hundreds on glass shelves. They were everywhere, a dark rainbow, a grinning horde in candle-lit shadows.

Before anyone accuses me of sneaking in some fiction, this isn't fiction. It really happened to me. I'm afraid of clowns because of it, always will be, and I'm not afraid to admit it.

I f'n hate em, they creep me out, and before you ask yes 'It' was not my favorite story.

Not at all.
 
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mjs9153

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When I was 9 I was stuck in a crack house for almost a month. There were bars on the windows, the door was always locked and the backyard brick wall was cinder blocks six feet high. I couldn't get out. There was an old woman dying of COPD in the back room, I can still remember her coughing and coughing. My mother...godammit, never mind her. She turned herself around, that's all that matters.

Thing was, the old woman liked ceramic clown figurines, had collected them throughout her life. She had hundreds on glass shelves. They were everywhere, a dark rainbow, a grinning horde in candle-lit shadows.

Before anyone accuses me of sneaking in some fiction, this isn't fiction. It really happened to me. I'm afraid of clowns because of it, always will be, and I'm not afraid to admit it.

I f'n hate em, they creep me out, and before you ask yes 'It' was not my favorite story.

Not at all.
Well written story Wolf!Welcome to the board..
 

RandallFlagg19

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I am currently reading IT and loving it, but while we are sharing “why I hate clowns” stories, I’ll go ahead and share.

I always loved clowns as a little kid, when the family and I went to circus.

At age 6 , I still had my love of clowns; and my parents knowing so said “hey kids, I know you all like clowns, let’s go to the parade/street fair a few blocks down, I heard they have a clown that makes balloon animals.

“YAY! I love clowns, and balloons they can do all sorts of neat things like float (I liked to pull them down by the string and then bop them so the floated up to the ceiling, and repeat the exciting process), and change shapes! (If you knew a clown who knew how to make balloon animals, of course).

I instantly spotted the clown at the street fair because of course there was a couple dozen floating balloons tied to little metal cart next to a rocket launcher (helium tank).

I shuffled across the closed off street to the clown, my parents, having me in sight, didn't feel the need to escort me 8 feet across a blocked off street to get a balloon.

“Mr. Clown, can I have the yellow balloon”

Mr. Clown gave me a red balloon with a slight frown on its face; because I was only 6, I thought that maybe the clown didn't hear my request for the yellow balloon then quickly thought “No that’s not right, I bet he didn't want to give me the yellow balloon because it was the only yellow balloon left: and that of course is why he frowned while giving me the red balloon”

While I was figuring why I had gotten a red balloon, the clown had made a giraffe balloon animal for another kid (a boy that was maybe 8 years old).

I quickly then asked for a balloon animal; the clown then had a much deeper frown then before and said in a cold voice “to young”. Of course in my child’s mind I have a race of thoughts “how can I be too young, you gave me a balloon already, why can’t I have a balloon animal also, they boy wasn't that much bigger than I am, balloons are FOR CHILDREN aren't they: they are meant for little kids.”

kid you won’t get anything else here, now get lost”

I had a sudden revolution “clowns are MEAN”. That clown told me to “get lost”, which even at age 6 I knew was an unkind way of saying “go away”, that clown gave me a red balloon when he knew I wanted the yellow one, that clown said I was “too young”

Age 10, VHS movie rental stores still existed and were in business. My parents gave into the normal Friday night hounding of “CAN WE GO TO THE VIDEO STORE, PLEEEEASE!” from my brothers and! Oh the movie store! So much better than the toy store. Florescent lights, soda and candy: I could buy with money I saved by not buying a school lunch, the scary movie section! Of course was one of the best, because of course all the exciting stuff happened in scary movies. And of course the best scary movies were rated R which meant they were for adults which meant they were more desirable to children

I picked IT from the shelf convinced my mom would let me rent IT, because last time when I told her I was a BIG KID she let me rent Halloween.

No I was wrong, I got a big NO, YOU ARE NOT WATCHING THAT TERRIBLE MOVIE. I demanded an explanation for the rejection and was told, “You don’t want to watch that, it’s about a BAD clown that kidnaps children. I didn't get to rent IT: but my mother’s outrage, at the movie, convinced me that I was right about my theory that clowns were bad

Age 15 there was a documentary on TV about serial killers and one featured serial killer was pogo the clown (John Wayne Gacy). Some person responding to the arrest of pogo stated "they (the victims of pogo) were all “too young”. What was it that clown said to me when I was 6 ...“too young”
 
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Well written story Wolf!Welcome to the board..

Everyone here I have met thus far is friendly as...f bomb. I feel most welcome!

It sort of feels like that X-Files episode 'Arcadia', actually. I keep telling myself that surely something is going to crawl out of the sewer sooner or later and make me disappear because a lawn light is out.

...this is the clown that scares me...
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Horrific.