Evil Clown Stalks Your Child For A Fee!

Evil Clown Stalks Your Child For A Fee!

No!!! This is so wrong!!! Adults would be funny but children???

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I scare the crap out of kids all the time, it's quite fun. Whenever my nephew has friends stay over his house, I'll come up with some drawn out plan to scare them. The kids talked about it so much, other parents started asking me to do the same for them whenever their kids had friends over. Made one kid hide in a closet for over an hour. Have made a few kids cry. But they always end up asking for more. It's good for em

Edit: I don't charge a fee though. Seeing the terror in their eyes is payment enough for me...

 

HaHaHa!

I actually got together with my son and scared a bunch of girls sleeping in the garage next door. We beat on the garage door and stuck our masked faces up in the windows. It was incredible fun. All the kids were young teens, though...

 

so scaring your own family or friend's children is one thing, but hiring a strange clown to literally stalk your children for a week???

Thats bizarro.

 

I LOVE scaring people. I wouldn't do it to the elderly though. There is a point where children are too young as they get way too scared. I would say that 5 is almost the youngest there.
I'd say 6 is about when they are ready to have the suspense scared out of 'em heheheeh

I used to torture my friends.. to the point where everytime they'd leave the room to go to the bathroom or something they would open the bathroom door and say, "Sean I know you're there.. quit fucking around.. Sean?"

Sometimes I would be in my room not thinking at all about scaring them, but most of the time they had good reason to be afraid and even though they knew it was coming I still managed to scare them.

A more memorable moment occured when my friend Joe stayed the night at my dads old apartment.. I had a very small room and slept on two mattresses.. since Joe was there I moved on onto the ground for him to sleep on.

He woke up early as hell to piss in the morning and assumed that I was not awoken by his awakening and went about his business.

"OPPORTUNITY!!!!!!!!!!!!" My diseased mind exclaimed.

I put pillows under my blanket to make it look like I was sleeping as I had been.

My closet was near the end of where the mattress he was sleeping on was. There was no door on the closet as it was kind of a smallish closet like contraption.. I had a comfy chair pushed up to the wall in that closet space. There was a bar for hanging stuff above the chair but I kept the hangables off to the side so that anyone could sit down in the chair without danglers in their faces.

I sat in said chair and put a towel over me.. it was dark as hell but I didn't want to chance being easily spotted.

Joe totally vulnerable and unsuspecting came back in the room trying to be quiet and respectful stepping onto the mattress, I said in a demonic voice, "GOOD MORNING JOE!!"

The terror from his reaction was so gratifying.