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| The Clown |
I never liked the clown doll that my aunt gave me. It was spooky and mean looking. And it wouldn't be still. I couldn't catch it moving, but it did indeed move. I finally decided to record it on my phone.
I set the phone up in a good place and left the room. I went to the kitchen and made a sandwich. When I went back to my room, the clown had moved. It had been sitting on my dresser. Now it was on the floor. Upright, on two feet.
The camera didn't catch the movement. In the first frame, the doll was on the dresser. Then it was on the floor. The actual movement wasn't captured. I was terrified but wasn't sure what to do.
One day I got beat up at school by a jealous rival. He thought I was attempting to "steal" his girlfriend. I was not, but that didn't prevent me from getting socked in the eye.
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