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As I woke up, I felt nauseous. My head filled with blurry visions of my nightmare. As I got up, my eyes were heavy. I forced myself downstairs. I walked into the kitchen, to the coffee pot and began pouring the coffee. I walked to the living room, and began to watch T.V. My mind still half asleep, I dozed off.

I remember getting awaken to the sound of glass breaking. It sounded like it came from the kitchen. I got up and walked to the kitchen, not knowing what to except. I looked up at the ceiling and noticed the light bulb was broken. It was flickering on and off. I looked back down and I remember suddenly not being able to move.

Standing there was a clown. It's eyes were pitch black. It looked distorted. It's arms went down to the ground. It had to be at least 7 feet tall. It was extraordinarily thin I might add. It's costume and hat looked very worn. It's skin was torn and looked as if it had been stretched, and tinted a light shade of grey. It appeared to be crying. It then stopped and slowly looked up at me.

That's when I woke up and sat up almost instantaneously. Thank God it was just a dream I thought. The weird thing is ever since that dream, I always feel as if I'm being watched. Now and then, I always day dream. Except that all I see is that tall skinny figure of the clown and whenever I see it, I get nauseous. It looks more realistic every time, too. I honestly doubt the fact it isn't real more and more every time I see it. 
 
Maybe, Just maybe It isn't. 
 
Maybe...

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