> 16, babysitting my brother's friends kids (twins) while they're out drinking
> Kids are 12, but they have a mental disability, so they still need a sitter
> Keep hearing rumbling up stairs
> I tell the kids to go outside, and mess around while I check it out
> There's a storm, think nothing of it.
> I was supposed to put them to bed at 10:30, but they love to watch Deadliest Warrior, so I let them stay up till 11 to finish it
> I go upstairs with them, they have bunkbeds, and a desk covered in legos, fairly nice room with a big closet.
> The less challenged of the two asks me to check his closet, he says sometimes, his brother wakes him up at night because he "hears things".
> To comfort them, I check the closet, give an all clear, and close it
> Brother's friend calls me, checking up on everything, and asks if I can stay the night, because they wont be back for several more hours, tells me I can sleep in his room, just don't snoop
> I play Halo, and listen to the thunder until about 1, and go to the bedroom.
> When I turned the light on, I got kindof nervous, because his wife collects dolls, the old creepy kind.
> There's one on the bed, 1 in a glass case, a couple on the dresser, etc.
> Then there's a big clown, right in the corner, head slouched
> Can't see the face at all, I thought that was a good thing
> I lay uneasy in bed for what felt like hours, my body craved sleep, but I was too nervous
> I call said parents, asking if there's another room I can sleep in, tell them the dolls staring at me is making me uneasy.
> "And something about that clown just isn't right"
He didn't know what I was talking about, but I already knew.
Because it was looking straight at me