I never felt comfortable in my bedroom that I shared with my sister as a kid. She had a horrific clown collection.
They were everywhere in our room. On our bookshelves. On her bed. In pictures hanging on our walls.
Salivating. Baring their hideous expressions. Staring and glaring at me. Thinking evil thoughts. Waiting for me to be alone or asleep so they could get me.
The clowns seemed to be keepers of disembodied spirits. Anything is possible. There is an unseen world surrounding ours and they're known to possess vessels of any kind.
I swore those freaks were alive along with my paternal grandmother's China Doll collection. She kept them in her room.***I shudder at the memories.*** The sight of them certainly kept me out of her things. No telling what they might do.
Do clowns and China Dolls creep you out?
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Hope you all have a great week. See you in the blogs.
Hugs and chocolate,
Shelly
