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now 20, but eversince i was 6, i have been afraid of mimes.
everytime i would do something, or walk around a quiet place,
or if i was sitting down in an empty room, i would imagine
a mime.. (black clothes, white shoes and gloves, white face,
crosses on the eyes and black lips), crouched down, sneaking
up and around behind me. i used to constantly turn around
quickly and look behind me, to see if i could catch him.
a mental problem u ask? no, i'm perfectly healthy, physically
and mentally. Even now, when i think about it, i can still
picture that aweful thing creeping around behind me in an
Needless to say i feel exactly the same about clowns. and
i don't think its because of horror movies like IT. Because
i LOVE horror movies, and i don't scare easily when watching
horrors. But watching clown movies genuinely scares the
s#*@ out of me. One night, while watching a (what a coincidence)
clown horror, a (now ex) boyfriend excused himself from
the lounge to go to the bathroom. He came back into the
darkened tv room with a towel over his face and i assumed
he went to brush his teeth. with his face still behind the
towel (as if he was wiping his face), he began calling my
name in a demented, droaning way. You know what i'm talking
about. Then the jerk dropped the towel and he had painted
his face white and put that big red lipstick painted smile
on his face. He came closer and closer to me still calling
my name, and honestly, i went hysterical. i started screaming
for him to stop it and i got majorly pissed with him for
doing that because he knew how i felt about clowns. And
even though i knew it was him, a guy who i trusted and loved,
it still scared the hell out of me. which really shows how
scared i am of clowns. i knew who was underneath all that,
but i was still scared.
thought I'd share a true story with you that I'm dreadfully
ashamed of. When I was an obnoxious, pimply, 13 year old
bully growing up in Connecticut, I figured I would psycologically
torture another kid in our class - you know, the poor,
red-haired, dumb kid nobody hung out with or liked (his
name was "Brett", no less...) I was the sick one, in retrospect,
as the only reason I did this was to impress my best friend,
another bully. This kid lived in our neighborhood in a
small one story house. One night, at 3:30 in the morning,
I snuck over to his house in full, white, clown makeup
and wig. I hung a dead racoon that I had found in the
road over his front porch (a last minute improvisation
- and Christ, that carcass stuck...) I approached Brett's
window and stared at him lying in bed, wondering what
I should do to scare the begeezes out of him. Finally,
I shone the flashlight upwards onto my hideous, brightly
painted clown face and sneered, as I slowly and deliberately
tapped his window (sort of like the vampires in Salems
Lot...) It took a good one minute of tapping before he
finally woke up and screamed bloody murder. After pressing
my face to his window to leave a nice white mark, I ran
home, happy as Pennywise in "IT". The poor kid didn't
make it to school the next day. When he did return, he
found small blotches of white makeup everywhere he went.
For weeks I found myself gleefully terrorizing him with
small, inconspicuous blotches of white. Till this day,
I still have no idea why I did such a horrid thing. Poor
Brett never knew who did it; everyone seemed to hate him
for no good reason. Even more tragic - Brett died in a
car accident with his mother 5 years later. He was screwed
up his whole life - NEVER had a friend except his Mom...
The whole situation haunts me so badly that I've been
to therapy. I used to have visions of going to Hell and
seeing Brett there in full clown garb, readying to torture
is a true story...I swear. In Adelaide's central city
mall, called "Rundle mall", there is a smoking unfunny
clown..[is that a tautology?] and he does the usual hapless
balloon bending. He never seems happy and I think he senses
people's loathing of clowns. Anyway, another clown who
looks like Gacy except fatter and drives a pedal car decided
to encroach upon balloon guy's territory. A verbal fight
soon escalated into a full scale rumble much to the horror
of children and shoppers but much to the delight of others
who were, perhaps for the first time, entertained by clowns
during the whole spectacle. Imagine greasepaint marks
mixed with blood on knuckles and the squeaking of balloons
rubbing together and exploding! It was even on the news
which featured another trading of insults between the
clowns, one calling the other "pathetic" etc. So you see;
clowns CAN be entertaining.
your site, I think you are doing a great public service.
I was never afraid of clowns as a child. I had sex with
a clown once on Halloween, it's amazing how the make-up
just gets everywhere.
I used to know this guy who ran several discos, he used
dress up in evil clown drag. He had this great maniacal
laugh. Used to do it every weekend for the clubs. Sometimes
he would pass out acid dressed as a clown, usually in
candy. When he offered you candy, you just never knew
what you were getting. You had to be sure you were committed
to a night of partying if you took candy from that clown.
little sister was only three years old that Christmas.
We were sitting around the tree, opening up gifts and
having fun. Suddenly, the doorbell rang, and we all ran
out to the hall to see who it could be. Lo and behold,
it was the evil Christmas Clown (actually, it was my father's
secretary who is otherwise a very nice person). My sister
ran when we told her that more presents were here. She
took one look at the evil Christmas Clown and hid behind
my mother's legs, a look of sheer terror on her face,
and soon she began to scream because the clown would not
go away. My sister is eleven now and hasn't been the same
since . . .
As for me, I have never been fond of clowns, and have
not been near one since that unfortunate incident, but
if I ever see one trying to get near me or my son, I will
be forced to tear it limb from limb.
have always hated clowns - the fact that they like to
get right up in your face - they give me the creeps! Well,
as an adult, I still can't shake my phobia of clowns.
Once I was walking with my husband in downtown Milwaukee
to go to dinner. We thought we'd take a short cut to the
restaurant by going through a neighboring hotel lobby.
As we're walking into the huge atrium area, I start to
notice something isn't right. I look around me and find
I'm surrounded by hundreds of clowns - it turns out the
hotel was hosting a clown convention! My heart stopped.
All those creepy clowns in my face with their stupid balloons
and props. I screamed and ran out as fast as I could!
Do you have the same feeling I do?...I think clowns can
sense people who are afraid of them - so it gives them
even more reason to get in your face and bother you. They
are terrible, terrible people!!!
years my family and friends have laughed at my incredible
dislike and distrust of clowns, it is good to know that
there are others out there who know the truth and are
not fooled by the farce that clowndom tries to convey
to the easily led masses. I don't blame King for the beginning
of my phobia, I had it long before I saw or heard of IT.
I also get queasy when I see Tammy Baker, any connection?
agree with another writer on this page who said that sometimes
people mistakenly assume people's fear/loathing of clowns
stems from stories and movies like Poltergeist and It.
I agree that the movies simply use clowns because the
moviemakers understand that clowns are innately evil,
and that most people fear them, deep down.
A good example of this was a haunted house I participated
in about two years ago. I guy I work with rounded up a
few of us to volunteer for this haunted house that would
benefit a school, or underprivileged kids, or something
like that. Well, a couple of us girls dressed up as the
standard scary Halloween stuff -witches or vampires or
something. But one guy, Brad, dressed up as a CLOWN! And
he didn't even wear regular white clown-face paint, but
this gray-white stuff that crackled after you applied
it, with black around the eyes and a gruesome smile. He
decorated his scary room lined all in tin foil, with a
strobe light flashing. The poor little kids going through
the house would pass into this room, where he was hiding
in a corner. He would jump out, brandishing a large knife,
and terrorize the kids, who bolted, screaming, out of
there. Some of them even came backwards, into the depths
of the haunted house that they KNEW was filled with electric
chairs, vampires and werewolves, because they knew that
was a better fate than what awaited them at the hands
of that maniacal clown.
- Montgomery, Alabama
am very glad to hear that there are many rational people
out there who loathe clowns, mimes and animated dolls.
It is very scary to be in a situation where you are horrified
by a freak in drippy makeup and your parents, grown-ups
who are supposed to know better, are actually SMILING
at the clown like the guy is a paragon of the community.
I confided this to my sister an she admitted that she
feels the same way. We haven't been able to remember a
single live instance of clown-torture in our past (we
probably have repressed it if there was a situation like
that). Pennywise is, for us, the epitome of terror.
We both also have phobias about animated dolls, the worst
being those smiling monkey dolls that play the cymbals.
We agree that MIMES are EVIL. Animaniacs has some great
shorts called "Mime Time" where this guy does a mime act
and gets killed in various painful ways. We always cheer,
the more painful the death, the better.
em too, when i was about 5 yrs old back in the UK ( I
now live in the USA and am 40) my grandmother took me
to the local Circus, I was chased by a clown with huge
scissors who wanted to give me a "head cut" not a haircut,
the thought of those over large scissors near my neck
have given me nightmares to this day... then to top things
off I was bought one of those clapping monkey things too
- with little brass cymbals... it used to go off at night...
im still terrified of those... ( these are both true stories)
I really have a clown phobia too and it took me a lot
to come to this page ( and i'm a British Army vet with
Combat Experience!!).. regards
- Lousianan USA