Two days ago, around 10 PM was when it happened. When I saw my first clown. I didn't think I'd see one. I heard the clowns were going viral but I didn't really think it'd be this bad.

That Friday night, I stayed home because I was sick. A couple of my friends wanted me to go out but I declined due to my terrible cold. I spent my time looking at memes on Instagram. Pretty normal for a 17-year-old girl, right?

Anyways, I ended up falling asleep at 9 PM but woke up an hour later when I heard someone laughing outside my window. When you look outside my window you could see our huge backyard full of grass and a few small trees. It was an open and spacious yard.

I rubbed my eyes and looked out of the window to see if it was dad coming home late from work again. It was dark in my room and I accidentally stubbed my toe while I tried to open my curtains wider. I opened them a little too wide.

I looked outside only to see this huge figure holding a shovel. The more I watched him shovel up some dirt, the more I noticed its features. Their back faced me but I could see the long floppy shoes, the huge fluffy pants, the puffy arms and clothes that lingered over them. Whoever was out there started whistling. It sounded like some stupid song you'd hear at a circus. When I saw a glimpse of the circle round nose on their face that's when I knew it wasn't my dad. It was a clown.

My heart skipped a beat and my feet felt too heavy to move. I wanted to scream but it was only a few feet away from my window with a shovel. Was this a joke? Couldn't be my mom because I heard her snoring in her room and I didn't have any siblings. I attempted to move but as soon as my foot took a step the clowned faced the window.

Shit. My heart jolted in my chest. It stared at the window for a few seconds. The white-faced clown with smeared lipstick all over its face. It smiled at me. "Yuuu whoooo!" It called out to me.

I quickly crouched down, holding my chest. What the fuck? I quickly took a peek to see if was still there. It was. Just staring at me. It then pointed to the hole it dug. "Yuuu whoooo! Come play with me." It called out to me in a low pitched voice. Least I was positive it was a dude.

I gave it the finger. "Get away. I'm calling the cops."

He frowned and puckered out his lips. He pointed to the ground once more.

"I'm calling-" I stop talking when he held up a phone. It was my phone too. I knew this because my phone had a huge minion cover on it and I could see the shape of it. He threw it on the ground, stomped on it a few times, then tossed it in the hole.

"Come play with me, Fatima." He said. "Come play." He stood still looking at me in that same frowning face.

That...last word sounded a bit off. Mostly because it didn't quite fit with the moment of his mouth. I distinctly remember his mouth being closed when I heard the sound play. It was as if it didn't come from him at all. It came from something else.

That's when I noticed my closet door opened slightly. I heard someone laughing inside. I looked at the closest and saw the big floppy shoes again. When I looked outside, I saw that the thing now standing outside was nothing more than a cut-out cardboard of a sad clown. But...how? I literally pinched myself. I saw a head poke out of the closest. 

"Yuuuu-whooo" The clown sung, while holding his dirty shovel. "Come play with me."