Welcome back, readers, for our 11th night of 31 Scary Story Nights here at iHorror.com! We’ve had everything from stories to songs to poetry, and we’re only 1/3 of the way through the month! What shall we hear tonight? A story of werewolves? Vampires? Ghosts? OH, I KNOW!! Clowns…
Yes, tonight’s story comes from our Editor-in-Chief, Timothy Rawles. He related a story to me of something that happened to him when he was a child and with his permission, I’ve expanded it a bit to give it that old style ghost story flair!
So, without further ado, let’s read “Clowns in My Bedroom”!
***Writer’s Note: We here at iHorror are big proponents of responsible parenting. Some of the stories in this series may be too much for your little ones. Please read ahead and decide if your kids can handle this story! If not, find another story for tonight or simply come back to see us tomorrow. In other words, don’t blame me for your kids nightmares!***
Clowns in my Bedroom from a true story by Timothy Rawles, retold by Waylon Jordan
Young Timothy was upset. His mom just brought his new sister home from the hospital and now he had to share his room with her.
It wasn’t fair! He was the oldest. He shouldn’t have to share.
Still, there wasn’t much he could do about it even when she woke up crying ten times every night and his mom had to come and rock her to sleep. Tim would hide his head under the pillow to block out that sound until his mom could get Cindy to quiet down again.
After almost a month of waking up every two hours, Tim was almost getting the hang of blocking the sound out all together. He was even able to go back to sleep sometimes with his head under that pillow!
Tonight was not a good night, however. His sister screamed and cried and he heard him mom say something to his dad about colic, whatever that was. She took the baby from his room and closed the door behind her.
Tim was so happy with the sudden quiet and so tired that he fell asleep almost as soon as the door closed.
Perhaps it was because he was so used to waking up every couple of hours, now, or perhaps he simply sensed something in the room, but Tim’s eyes shot wide open and what he saw knocked the breath right out of him.
There were three clowns standing over him, watching him sleep!!
Clutching at the blankets, Tim blinked several times to make sure he was awake. HE WAS AWAKE!!
The clowns were really in his room, standing over him bathed in pale blue moonlight.
One of the clowns reached out a hand toward him, and Tim let out a blood chilling scream and pulled the blankets over his head.
Tim’s mom burst through the door and ran to her son, pulling him into her arms. She rocked him until he calmed down enough to speak.
“Now, Tim, tell me what was it?”
“Clowns, mommy. There were clowns in my room!”
She kept rocking him and reassured him that there were no clowns.
“You know what I think, Tim? I think you saw the baby’s face on the box of diapers! That’s all! You’ve been so tired from the baby crying you were half asleep and you saw that baby’s face and had a nightmare. I’ll tell you what. I’ll put the baby in our room for a couple of nights so you can get a good night’s sleep, okay?”
Slowly, Tim relaxed and then he fell asleep.
He never forgot that night in his bedroom. Even though they never returned, those strange clowns in their even stranger clothes and makeup frightened him. It wasn’t until years later that he saw pictures in a textbook of Native Americans from the region where he grew up and he realized that ghosts just might be creepier than clowns…
Clowns or Ghosts? Ghosts or Clowns? Which ones would scare you the most?!
Well, you have a whole day to think it over before we meet here again for another iHorror Scary Story Night! Sleep well, kiddies!