Full-blown phobia of clowns (or coulrophobia) is relatively rare, but still many more instinctively recoil.

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Martin wasn't afraid of anything. At least that's what he thought. It didn't happen until he was sixteen. Strange time for a phobia to begin but none the less he is now afraid. He is very afraid.

What has him so afraid? Well it's clowns.  Why would clowns scare him? Clowns aren't supposed to be scary, but this one is and it scares the crap out of him.

It wasn't always this way. Martin had clowns for his birthday when he was kid. He loved them. Watched them all the time at the circus. So why now? Well it all started Halloween night. Him and his friends were out tricking housing when they came up to this man ones place. They didn't think anything of it as they threw the eggs. Didn't think anything of it as they ran away laughing. But as they left Martin could have sworn he heard a man say "I know where you live."

Again Martin didn't think anything of it. That was until one friend went missing the next night. Two days later another friend went missing. The only thing witnesses saw was a clown.

A week later Martin now faced the clown. His face was painted white, his cheeks were rosy red. His eyes had blue circles around them and his mouth was a deep dark smile that seemed twisted in a horrible smile. When the clown smiled his teeth were jagged and broken. "Want to play a game?" The clown asked. Martin remained petrified. His childhood ruined forever as the clown advanced with an evil laugh.

So if an orange haired man wearing bright makeup comes up and asks if you'd like to play a game – you're probably gonna die. "You know... clowns can get away with murder" was the last words Martin heard.

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