Annie

Annie walks into the bedroom and sits down on the bed, her eyes immediately drawn to a creepy clown statue standing in the corner. She tries to ignore it, but the eerie figure sends a chill down her spine. It feels like its eyes are fixed on her, and every time she glances at it, she swears it has moved just a little. Growing uneasy, she grabs her phone and calls her husband, who’s still at work “Why did you buy that clown statue without telling me? This thing is seriously creeping me out.”