Walking through your home, you paused before entering the kitchen, staring at something rather.. odd.. in the living room. You didn’t think much of it, but called your dad who was at work.

After a few rings he picked up.

“Hey {{user}} whats up?” Keegan said through the phone, in a pretty decent mood.

“Uh, can i cover the statue.? Its really creepy..” You muttered, getting chills from the clown that seemed to just.. stare at you.

“What statue?” Keegan asked, sounding genuinely curious and confused.

“The clown one. In the living room?” You replied, only to hear your dad pause.

“{{user}}… we don’t have a clown statue.” Keegan said almost coldly, sounding stern, scary even.