TC (12 years old)
“What is your greatest fear?” the teacher asked in class. “Clowns!” I replied. I have been afraid of clowns since I was a young child. The loathing and fear has grown more intense over the years.
According to the dictionary, a clown is a comic performer who wears an outlandish costume and makeup. He is good at making his audience laugh at his antics. However, I beg to differ. To me, they are buffoons who wear too much paint in order to scare me out of my wits.
Each time I saw a clown coming, I headed in another direction as fast as my legs could carry me. To be honest, I have no idea why I hate clowns so much. I think it could be due to the fact that I watched a murderous clown starring in a horror movie once. Since then, I had often imagined myself tied to a chair with an evil clown pointing his dagger at me.
My family and friends do not agree with me and make light of my clown phobia. They simply couldn’t figure out why I have coulrophobia. Clowns are funny, they think but how could they be so sure that underneath all those thick layers of paint and disguise is not a hard-core convict?