Clowns ... A nightmare
As I walked down the dimly lit hallway, I could hear the sound of my heartbeat thudding in my ears. My palms were sweating, and my legs felt like jelly. I knew I shouldn't be here, but my curiosity had gotten the better of me. As I reached the door at the end of the hall, I hesitated for a moment before pushing it open. Inside, I found myself face to face with my worst fear: a clown.
I had always been afraid of clowns, ever since I was a child. My family used to take me to the circus, but I could never enjoy it because the clowns would always make me feel uneasy. Now, here I was, standing in a room with a clown who was staring at me with a sinister grin. I tried to back away, but he blocked my path. Suddenly, he lunged at me, and I screamed.
The next thing I knew, I was sitting up in bed, drenched in sweat. It had all been a dream. But the fear lingered, and I knew that it would be a long time before I could shake it off completely. As I lay back down, I promised myself that I would never let my curiosity get the better of me again. From that day on, I made sure to stay away from anything that had even a hint of clowns.