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The headline in the May 9th, 1981 issue of The Boston Globe told the story: Police Discount Reports of Clowns Bothering Kids. Fifty miles south in Providence, Rhode Island similiar reports were coming to the attention of psychiatric social workers counseling the city's youth. The focus of activity shifted a thousand miles west to Kansas City, Kansas AND Missouri. On May 22nd, 1981 a yellow van on the Missouri side stopped by two girls, wh ran screaming from the knife-wielding clown inside. Dozens of other similiar reports came in, involving six different elementary schools and by that afternoon police cruisers were trailing yellow vans across town. The previous week in Kansas, schoolchildren said a clown had chased them home from school; and, threatened them if they didn't get into his van! Some reports claimed the clown brandished a sword instead of a knife. Phantom clowns in at least six major cities had spanned over 1,000 miles in America. Were the clowns in vans being seen elsewhere in the U.S.? Are they still being seen? The denizens of the netherworld have apparently dreamed up a new nightmare to shock us. The cosmic joker is alive and well and living in a clown suit! PLEASE, HELP KEEP "OUR" CHILDREN SAFE!
The inspiration for Stephen King's terrifying thriller, "IT", is perhaps even more terrifying than the actual novel itself. Unfortunately, it seems that the phantom clown incidents have not ceased, and another incident with these strange clowns occurred again in 2008.
A while back, I became recently interested in this phenomenon, and so rented King's book from the library. As an avid horror fan, it takes quite a lot to scare me. I enjoy blood and guts, and a good shiver, and most horror pieces fail to deliver nothing more than a good chuckle. Keep this in mind.
I hadn't even read the book yet, and I remember bringing it to my room and keeping it in my bookbag, which I normally hang on a nail on a wall over my bed. That entire night, I had difficulty sleeping as I had the nagging sensation of being watched. When I actually started to read the book on my break the next day, I had difficulty making it past the first chapter. My gut churned, I got sick to my stomach, and the more I read, the sicker I got. I had this tingling sensation on the back of my neck, and a weird vibe I got from the book.
I'm very sensitive to malignant energies, and due to previous encounters with angry forces, I know what evil feels like. This book had something dark attached to it. It was more than a story.
I took the book back to the library as soon as I got the chance.
Most people would attribute my revulsion to the book as me being just a chicken-s**t, or too scared by the so-called "master of horror." I wish this was true. I'm very familiar with the works of Stephen King, and he has never managed to even get a shiver out of me. He's a fantastic writer, but he's just not scary. Also note, that I am a seasoned horror fan, I love classic horror films to modern horror films, foreign horror, horror novels, and etc. Clive Barker, the creator of Hellraiser, is one of my all-time favorite authors, next to the founder of cosmic-horror, H.P Lovecraft.
So why was I unable to make it through this book, which opens in an eerie, but not all-too terrifying way? A clown eats a kid. It's almost silly. I've never had a history of coulrophobia (fear of clowns), and I find evil clowns to be cooler than creepy. What is it about this book?
Before this incident had occurred, a friend of mine had also tried to read the book. She was staying in her Dad's house, and had brought the book along with her to read while he worked. Like me, she is also a seasoned horror fan, and even created a powerpoint for school on the life of Ed Gein, the real-life inspiration for the films Texas Chainsaw Massacre, and Psycho. She, also like me, tried to read it, but began to feel like something was watching her.
She was all alone in the house, and yet heard footsteps. She then saw the door in front of her, open and close on its own. She dropped the book and ran outside until her Dad came home.
When he came home, and tried to calm her down, they walked inside the house and found that the book was not where she'd dropped it. It was nowhere at all. The book was gone. They still haven't found it.
I'm really surprised that this issue has not been further delved into by paranormal researchers. It reeks of the supernatural. I'm still not coulrophobic, I still think evil clowns are awesome, but there is something about this book, and these incidents that repulse me and send shivers down my spine.