The Little Clown by the Window

I turned back around and one of them has with their hand wrapped around to a frame of the closet. I can see the fingers sticking out. Have you ever seen something move that absolutely shouldn't. No breeze, no wind, just a lifeless clown doll on a swing, moving on its own. My name is Edwin, and here is alexis true scary story. The first time that happened, I was around six or seven. It's the first memory I've read of my grandmother's townhouse. One bedroom was dedicated to a regular, little cute hangout room. The other bedroom that wasn't her room, was dedicated to her crafts. And in her craft room there is this giant body length mirror. On top of this mirror, sitting in front of it was a porcelain slash stucked clown doll. I just hated this doll. It creeped me out. I literally closed the door and I was like, I don't want to see it. I want nothing to do with it. Later that night, I woke up to go to the bathroom. I never have slept through the night. I don't know why. I'm still that way till this day. I remember getting up fro out of her bed, crawling over her because I had to sleep near the wall. I was a wild sleeper and I would fall off the bed constantly. I'm walking down the hallway. It's dark. I'm a little bit scared, but it's my grandma's house. Nothing that's gonna happen to me. The craft door room is open. Sometimes she goes in there. She might have just left the door open. I remember the window being open. It was nighttime because I remember the moon shining. It was a breezy, there was no wind. The curtains definitely would have been moving. I could stand across the room and off air into the room and the curtains would move. They were very light, sheer curtains. The curtains weren't moving. And the mirror sits in front of the window. You can see about half of the window. The clown doll starts swaying side to side. Now, if we're talking logically, if it's in front of the window, it should be swaying front to back if there's a wind. And it's not a light doll, but it's not particularly to be heavy either, So even if there was wind blowing into the room, there is no logical way for the doll to be moving because the mirror is blocking any wind that should be coming into the room, and the wind definitely wouldn't have been strong enough to this doll and a swaying side to side. I get so fred out. I am standing there in shock. If I close the craft room door, I go to the bathroom, wash my hands, and I run back into the bed. I tell my grandma about it the next day. She's like, Okay, it seems like you had an a let's pray about it. My grandma was raised Catholic, later converted to Baptist Christian. She's like, okay, we're gonna say it. Prayer, You're going to feel better. I did tell my mom when I got back with her that I didn't like the feeling the dog gave me. I didn't tell her specifically the story until I was much older. I have told it a couple people since then, now that I'm way older and recanting these stories. But my family is the only people that know that I don't like clowns. It's not a fear. I just don't like them. I never have That's the only very vivid experience I have with this dog. After that, my Grandma would put it away when I would come older, because it was freaking me ou After that day, I didn't like looking at it. I didn't like knowing what existed. I'm a very out of sight, out of mind type of person. The interesting thing about my grandma's house, though, as you would experience gusts the wind, or like you would hear whispers or see flashes of things moving throughout the house, except for in her room, which is where she kept everything religious. It's not that she didn't have crosses throughout the house here and there, but all of her holy oil was in her jewelry box. All of her holy Bibles was in her room, specifically a big blue one, because that is her grandfather's Holy Bible and it's been passed down. My mom now owns possession of it. That's the only room I've never experienced anything in. My cousin has experienced things in my grandmother's house, she hasn't gone into detail. I've had another cousin that claimed to see shadow figures throughout the house and throughout the hallways. But nobody's ever had stories about my grandma's rooms specifically, And I think that's because she is a very vivid, very loyal, devout Christian. Whenever her grandchildren, any one of us, would have a nightmare, she would go through and rebless the house. That's just how she's always brought comfort to us and comfort to herself. When I was about ten, she moved out of that townhouse in to an apartment, but she lived in the basement, so it was probably a house that was converted into apartments. I would experience very vivid nightmares. I don't remember them in detail because I was quite young, but it was to the point where they would wake me up and I would not go back to sleep, or if I did go back to sleep, I would jumped right back into those nightmares. I would have them repeatedly throughout the night. That basement level apartment was probably the most negative feeling space that my grandma has ever lived in. She no longer lives there. She moved out of there when I was thirteen, so my last year of middle school, she did move out of there. The second really scary experience that I remember was when she was moving from that original townhouse in the first story to the second one where she was living in an apartment in a basement. She had gifted that clown doll to my eldest brother. I don't know why he liked it. I don't know why he wanted it. Maybe it was because I was scared of it and he wanted to irritate me, like all brothers do. He claimed it was because he liked the doll. But I remember coming home from school one day and it is sitting in my brother's room, hanging in front of his bar. It was like, why do you have this number one? This is Grandma's number two? This thing is creepy. I don't want it in the house. And my brothers like, there's nothing wrong with it, like you're overreacting. Grandma gave it to me, so I get to decide where it goes. I just remember complaining nonsense about it. I was like, I don't want it in the house. I hate it. It creeps me out. I can't believe it doesn't creep the rest of you guys out. I mean, look at it. And when I come home one day, it's gone. My brother's complaining that it's gone. He doesn't know where it is. He thinks I touched it, so we're fighting about it. I'm like, I didn't touch your creepy clown doll. I would never in a million years touch that thing. It's not my fault, but it's gone. It was ugly good. But till this day, I'm not sure if my mom did actually throw it out or it did disappear. After this clown doll had came into our house, I found it experience a more vividly so. The way our house was set up. It was also a townhouse, but it was slightly bigger than my grandma. The kitchen had the stairs in the corner of the kitchen. It was across the room from the sink. There was a closet there. One night, I had tried to be like about not doing my chore preteen hormones. I'm being sassy. I don't feel like doing the dishes. I'm like, if I pretend to go to sleep, my mom's not gonna wake me up. She does end up waking me up. It's like ten or eleven at night. She tells them to go downstairs and do the dishes. I'm popping and puffing going down the stairs again, the usual preteen girl attitude. Of course, I start the dishwater, waiting for the water to rise in the kitchen, there is a closet. It's a big one, but it's used to store the boiler and the heater, and you do have some space to fit like brooms and mops. The closet was usually closed, but cracked open a little bit so that we could slide our hand in to grab the broom and the moth. She was very specific about not opening it any wider. Don't go in the closet, just reach in grab it. You have to get and take your hand back out. I am diagonally across from it at the stake, and I feel something staring at me. It's kind of like if you have a pet and they're laying down or they're sitting somewhere behind you, and you can just feel them looking at you. But it's very intense gates. I'm spinning around a the kitchen, doing a full three sixty, looking around, looking under the table. Because my brother had a habit of scaring me. I waited for a little bit, turn back around, start doing the dishes again. I feel that stare on me again. After I want to say, maybe one or two minutes of not feeling eyes on me, turn back around in my eyes immediately connect with the slither opening of the closet door in the kitchen, as are adjusting to it because there is no light in that Peter closet, and I see the silhouettes of what looks like something from a comedy movie where it's the youngest character on the bottom and it goes by age, and it's like three of them, so the youngest, the middle child, and the eldest at the top peeking around a corner. The vibe it's giving is like I'm prey, like I'm being watched and I'm about to be chased. I turn back around and I start doing the dishes just a little bit faster, and I still feel that the gaze on me. I turned back around and one of them has like their hand wrapped around through the frame of the closet. I can see the fingers staking out. I feel like once they know that I see them, and I'm scared, they're going to get me. So I try to slowly and calm and turn back around and start doing the dishes. But I'm rapid fire or doing these dishes. It's very clear that I'm freaked out. I drain out the sink and I book it back up the stairs. I wake up my mom. She's like, why are you running in the house. I'm like, it's nothing. I finish the dishes, I'm going to bed. I saw them on and off throughout my childhood. They've always liked to mess with me. It wasn't every time or every night I was in the kitchen, but if it was late enough and everybody else was doing their own thing or sleep, one of them or all three of them would appear. I never got any distinct details. It's just like a silhouette of a person. But they were short, almost like they were supposed to be children. But the vibes I was getting was definitely not childlike spirit. I always hated reaching my hand and I would get to the broom. I would try to get my brothers to do it for me. I would try to get away with opening the closet door a little bit more so that I could see in there better, because I always thought one of them was going to grab me when I went to go reach for the broom. Of the mob, I was fourteen, and I had decided I wanted to completely move around on my side at the bedroom, and I didn't want to do it with my mom's help. Because I had a very specific vision for how I wanted my side of the bedroom to look. So I had a desk and a dresser and a twin sized bed, very simple. I had to fit all my stuff in there with my sibling stuff. I had very minimal stuff, they had very minimal stuff, but I had half of the room. There was a row of windows across the doorway, and then it was supposed to be a regular closet with a sliding door, but we took down the sliding door after I was like five. My bed was in the middle of the closet and on the side with the windows was my desk and it had a vanity mirror on it that could detach from the desk and reattach. And on the other side was my dresser. I had this big, huge, wooden, heavy mirror. So, unfortunately, because I was not paying attention and had no idea these existed at the time, I had accidentally created a vortex in my room, which is two mirrors facing each other that creates an infinite reflection of mirrors. I had put my bed in the middle of a wartex so vortex is kind of like a door for spirits and entities. There's no specifics to it. You can't just create the vortex as an intention of letting good spirits into your home. The only way that I know that you can create one is using mirrors, which is you face them towards each other. And because a mirror is a reflection, it's an infinite reflection of mirrors. It just keeps going. There is no end. And I don't know this specifics of why it creates this amount of energy that allows spirits to pass through it. But it's for some reason, something special that they can use. But yes, I did it unintentionally create a vortex in my room and almost sleep in between it. I flipped over the small mirror that could attack from the desk. I took it off the desk and I sat it on the ground next to my bed. I remember eating dinner that night, going to bed again. I don't sleep throughout the night. I wake up periodically. I had woken up just to reposition myself at the foot of my bed. To the side of it was a tall shadow figure not hunched over my bed, but slightly leaned forward and his head turned looking at me, almost look a curious way, and I like a somebody that comes to look at a baby in a cradle type of way. I did not want it to notice that I knew, so I pretended like I couldn't see them. I turned over to my right side and I went back to sleep. I woke up for a second time that night, and I was going to go to the bathroom to get up for my bed. I go to my doorway to go to the bathroom that is on my right. He's standing at the top of my stairs in the corner in front of the linen closet, staring at my doorway. I'm looking at him. He's looking at me. At this point, I'm thinking he for sure knows that I know he's there. I turned back around. I'm like, you know what, I don't want to go to the bathroom anymore. I'm just going to go back to sleep. Pretend I never saw anything. I climb back into bed. I significantly hide a little bit more under the covers. This time. I'm wake up a third time. It's probably four maybe five in the morning. I get up and I was like, this has been a weird night. I just want my mom. Actively getting up out of the bed, I go to my doorway to go to my mom's here. He's standing in my mom's doorway again, staring at my doorway. I'm looking at him. He's looking at me. It's almost as if he knew. This time, he is actively blocking my pathway to my mother. I'm freaked out this time. I don't even go back to sleep. I just go into my bed. I hide under my covers. At this point in my life, I haven't fully accepted the fact that I can see things, experience things. I can see things. I was raised backtis Christian. That is what my mother is. She is still that faith till this day. I was taught that this isn't a real thing. Christians don't necessarily believe in spirits and demons walking around us and being around us. That's more of like a Catholic thing. So whenever I had told my mom about these experiences, She's like, it was just a nightmare. I had always had very vivid nightmares since I was a small child, so she's like, it was just a nightmare. It's okay, We're gonna pray You're okay. I did pask my mom a couple months ago. Hey, when I told you about these experiences, did you actually believe me, and she told me, I don't necessarily believe in spirits, but I believe my daughter. So what she would do was when the kids are away, we would be at school, or we'd be at my grandma, she would do what my grandma would do, which is re anoint the house, but crosses of fully oil on the doors, windows, any entrance way throughout the house, and recite Bible verses of God being stronger than demons and the devil, et cetera. She never told me she did these things because she didn't want to feed into it and make me more scared than I already was. But now then I'm older, she admits that she could take a precaution and did re annoint the home every time I would experience something. And that is the last time that I saw that shadow man. I'm not sure if it's because my mom re anointed the house after I did tell her the following morning, or if he was just passing through the vortex, because that does open another door essentially and just happen to be passing. We had moved my junior year of high school. I was sixteen. This was my mom's first time buying home. But it's customary for Baptist Christians when they move into a new space. Whether it's a new office space, a new house, a new apartment, doesn't matter. It's a new space that is your own that you're going to be occupying. You're supposed to clean it, and then you're supposed to annoult it. You're supposed to ask God to bless it and to protect it because this is your place, this is your home, this is your office. He protects you, and He also protects the spaces that you reside in. And then we moved in. I have my own room for the first time. I was loving it. My parents decided to move into the basement because my mom has a love self. I had taken the master bedroom upstairs. My little brother had taken that attic converted space. My little sister had taken the room that was next to mine. In that room, I had my bed that was across from the door, My desk was across from the windows. I had a walking closet, and I had a giant wooden dresser. I remember I spent all day decorating it and I'm straightening up my dresser, just making everything look perfect. I remember I was falling asleep watching TV because the TV is directly across from my bed, right next to that giant wooden dresser. This is the first time that I experienced sleeper oalysis. When you experienced for the first time, it's very scary. You don't know what's wrong, you don't know why you're experiencing this. Is this a nightmare? My eyes are starting to adjust to the darkness of my room, and on top of the big wooden dresser is this bigger entity, hunched over, kind of like when a cat is sitting, but more hunched in the shoulders. Its head is tilted to his side, almost like it's trying to lean off. The top of the dresser is staring at me, and I'm freaking out. It's black and white spreads all over, and a really long, pointy nose and really long fingers and really sharp teeth. I can easily turn all the light and see if I'm hallucinating, but I can't move. I can't even blink, and I'm just staring at it, and it's staring me and smiling, very cat type of smile, and it starts talking to me. I don't remember specifically would it said, Probably because I was freaking out in that moment. But then I remember snapping out of my sleep prowless experience and immediately reaching for my phone to google do they talk to you? But I didn't see anything in the internet on Google about it talking to someone, and so I was like, maybe it wasn't any mare because if nobody else has experienced this thing talking to them, and maybe it was slee prolyssis at first, and I had fallen asleep and it became a nightmare because it was scary. I do know it was for sure sleep paralysis. I just don't know what part that figure fits into because he did talk to me. Ever since then it has not happened. But to be fair, I did move out of I was like, I don't want to sleep in here. I can't sleep in here Nowly after that, I did move out, and I do live in an apartment now with my boyfriend. I have not experienced anything in this apartment, even though I did not do what my mother would have liked me to do, which was annoy my apartment. The most recent experience was for my name birthday. My best friend Ayanna had come to pick me up for my birthday take me over to her apartment where she lives with her family. Just spend the weekend there, have the little girl's weekend, something to enjoy my birthday with. She gives me a necklace and it is a Saint Benedict necklace, which is one of these saints for the Catholic religion, and he protects you from evil spirits and humans. They dropped me back off on a Sunday morning, and I get ready to go to work on Monday. I go throughout the whole week at work. The only difference was I had a coworker that I was somewhat friends with. We had a falling out and we were no longer on on good terms. I go into work Saturday. Saturdays aren't mandatory for my job. You can sign up for them to make overtime hours. I'm talking to her tip, her aunt, and she's asking me what happened between us. I's trying to get the story. The department I work in is to pick orders for whatever contacts that because of our orders, and you go throughout the aisles and you just find the numbers and you pick them out of the boxes. That's it. That's all. It's very simple. Sometimes there are gaps in between these shelves and you can see in between them into the aisle over or like what's behind or near the vicinity of whatever's in the point of view of that gap. And that specific gap that I was looking at while talking to her TEETHI was the one where we would get our papers from with the list of contacts that we were supposed to gather for that order, and you can see people's faces or like, depending on who they are, their chests. I'm looking through that crack, and I see her eyes looking back at me, and she has a very distinct way she wears her eyeliner. And we're the only people of color, black people in the job, so I know it's not me. I'm not looking at myself through the aisle, so I see her eyes looking at me. I paused talking to her TIETI, and I was like, oh, she's here. I didn't know if she was here, And she's like, oh, maybe she was late because you were supposed to be there at eight. But she takes the bus, so sometimes with the city transportation system you can run a little late. We go a better day, and at the end of the workshift, I'm talking to a mutual friend between me and that coworker, and I'm like, oh, where is she at? Like, are you guys not walking to the bus stop together? You're going to take the bus together now. And she's like, yeah, but she's not here. She hasn't been here today, she missed the bus this morning. And I was like, what do you mean she's not here? I thought I saw her this morning. She's not here. The reason I bring this story up was because originally for my birthday, before we had that falling out, we were supposed to go over to this co worker's apartment just to celebrate my birthday, have a girl's night. Because I ended up getting canceled. That's why my best friend came to get me this coworker's own board. I have never touched one. I knew they were going to be using it, but I wasn't going to be touching it. I was going to be going near it. That was going to be their fun thing for that weekend. But there are times in my life where I have had people come up with very interesting ideas like let's lease a weigi board, let's go play Bloody Mary in the mirror, and life intervenes for some reason, whether it's my mom calling me and being like, and you just come home, or my mom calling me and being like, something's not right. Something in my spirit is telling me, you're about to do something I raised you to know better than to do. You need to come home. This time it was just me having a falling out with her and then me not being friends with her. So the whole thing was seeing her eyes through the aisle and not her face. I just saw her eyes and I didn't hear her voice or see her walk. In was because in a lot of religions and sometimes in the Bible, you do see a lot of mentions of the eyes being a window to the soul. And having known that she has experienced paranormal things in her apartment, she did tell me that she has experienced ghost children running around her home. Maybe that's because she does have a son and they did latch on to the fact that there is a child in that home. I don't know, but because I know she has played with that, we do more multiple times. And I do believe on things attaching themselves to people and THENTO items and whatnot. Maybe that was the necklace showing me. That's my theory that she does have something following her around that it is confirmed that whatever spirit is roaming her apartment is definitely still there. The women and my family are spiritual in a sense when it comes to intuition of knowing things, but not paranormal. And I do wonder if that developed into paranormal for me, because children are more susceptible to the paranormal because we're so naive and we're so open minded and everything excites us. But I've always been very intuned. It's to the point where I can go to places and naturally tap into spirits that are there. It's like, yeah, there's one here right now. I can feel it here, but I'm just not gonna bother with it because it's not bothering me. I'm not bothering it. It can stay over there. On that side, I can stay over here. For the most part, I do ignore it because I do believe once you start indulging in them messing with you, they will say. And I'm not particularly religious, so I don't really have an prayers on hand. If I really do believe the situation recalls for a prayer, I call my mom, r I called my grandma, and I have them prayer the phone or I have them give me a prayer to say while walking throughout where I live. I'm not sure if they enjoy, especially the more meanner ones enjoy messing with people that are religious or have come from a religious background, or if it's because I'm open minded. I don't say they don't a wist. I don't say, hey, I'm a hardcore believer. There's probably the spirits walking around on the site walk outside my house right now. But I do believe that there are things that some people can't see an experience, and there are things other people definitely can see and definitely can spirit an experience. And I do believe they pick and choose who to show themselves to. I don't actively seek out the payer normal. I just exccept that it's around me and that it will sometimes reach out to me. Thank you, Alexis for sharing your experiences with us. If you have a true scary story that you want to share, find reform over at true scarystory dot com. Scheduling for this episode was done by Bianca Chavis, Editing and sound designed by Sarah Vorhez Window from BW Sound. Additional production by me Edwin Grubiez and the Scary. FMTAM if you're following the show, we'll be back next week with another story. Thank you very much for listening. Keep it Scary everyone, See you soon.