I was at a restaurant one night, just enjoying myself when my phone ring. I saw that it was from "Killer" and not recognizing the name, I answered it. It was a creepy, scratchy voice that said "I'm getting closer to your house," and thinking it was a prank-caller I hung up.
I finished eating and was just paying for my dinner when I got another call. It was the same person saying I'm getting closer to your room." Now I was kind of scared, but I tried to not think about.
I drove home and as I pulled into the driveway I got one more call saying, "It's too late." That was it, I was completely freaked out and I ran inside the house. I flung the door open to see all my kids laying on the ground. I called the cops while my heart was pounding in my chest.
When I hung up I noticed footprints leading to the closet. I knew it was a stupid thing to do but I walked over to the closet and slowly opened the door. I saw a giant pair of shoes and looked up to see a clown with one eye holding a knife.
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