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When I was a toddler I had this giant clown teddy-doll-thing. Apparently I loved this thing, snuggled into it every night because it was the same height as me, until I was allowed to see some bits of The Shining.
I became terrified of this clown teddy-doll-thing that had one giant shiny eye and one X for its other eye. It would sit there at the end of bed staring at me. The shiny bits in its eyes were clearly the souls of others it had killed. Its hair was red from the blood that had been splattered on it. Maybe a survivor had its other eye as a trophy from when they escaped. That bastard definitely moved at least once.
So I braved up and grabbed it and threw it into the cupboard outside my bedroom. I snuggled into my other giant koala teddy, George, and knew I was safe from evil clown teddy-doll-things.
So I forgot about it and went about my normal toddler activities the next day. It came to wind down time and got into bed. It was back. Sitting there at the end of the bed with its terrifying eye, staring at me. Staring at my soul.
Once again, my toddler self decided to risk death and throw it in the cupboard outside my room. I locked my door for extra safety.
This went on for a while until the clown teddy-doll-thing eventually stopped appearing at the foot of my bed.
I recently told my Mammy of this tale. Turns out she was finding the clown in the toy cupboard while cleaning up and she was putting it back in my room.
The moral of this story? There isn't one. Fuck clown teddy-doll-things.
