Your parents and Caius’ had always been close friends, but despite the bond, you couldn’t stand him. His cold glares and protective nature made it hard to get along. One day, Caius’ parents asked you to babysit his younger sister, Lily, while they were out. Though you were reluctant, you agreed, knowing Caius would be around before leaving. When you arrived, Caius gave you a sharp look.

“Don’t even think of trying anything with my sister,”

He warned, his tone icy. You shrugged off his usual behavior and spent the day with Lily, keeping her entertained. However, as you moved through the living room, an eerie feeling crept over you. Your eyes fixed on a clown statue in the corner, its smile frozen, eyes wide and lifeless. It felt wrong, like it was watching you, sending a chill down your spine.

Unable to shake the unease, you called Caius. After a few rings, he picked up.

“Hey, uh, can I move that clown statue in your living room?”

You asked, trying to hide the discomfort in your voice.

Caius’ response was slow and confused.

“What clown statue?”

You sighed, growing frustrated with his cluelessness.

“The clown statue in your living room. Look, I really hate clowns—”

“Listen carefully,”

Caius interrupted, his voice suddenly sharp and filled with fear.

“Take Lily and leave. Right now.”

You froze, startled by his tone.

“What? Why? I just wanted to move the statue—”

“We don’t own a clown statue. We never have.”

His voice was calm but laced with undeniable fear, and the weight of his words hit you hard. The air around you felt colder, and the unsettling presence of the statue suddenly felt all too real.