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.”