Last night me and my friends were talking over wine, cigarettes and cheese puffs when one of my friend brought up the urban legend of Lithuanian paedophile. Apparently everyone knows it and it is one of the reason why some people are mortally afraid of clowns, besides the fact that clowns are way too happy and that itself is kind of scary.
If you are not aware of the story, read it here, I insist.
Today morning I was cooking downstairs in the kitchen, some good old eggs and bacon, and I remembered the paedophile clown. I had to look back my shoulder in every few seconds to check if I am alone and to think of it why on Earth will i fear a paedophile when I am not even underage anymore. Luckily my housemate woke up because the fire alarm decided to went off for no damn reason and I was saved from the non-existing clown in my kitchen.
It's one of those stories that just get's you and leaves you bewildered. To get it out of my system I diverted my mind and did some photography just around my new room, I will post those pictures later, I don't want to post pictures of my room in the same place I talk about some European paedophile clown.
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P.S - If you haven't figured out yet, Coulrophobia is a fear of clowns.
clowns are creepy, no matter the ethnicity. painted happy faces are not right in some major senses.
ReplyDeleteI know right...painted happy faces are very creepy :/
ReplyDeletelol...chill aapa..
ReplyDeleteYour article rekindled my childhood fear for graveyards. Even at the age of 20, I used to turn away my eyes from the site of graveyards when I happened to walk alone. (Now also I am not so courageous to sit on a grave!)Is there any term to describe this fear?
ReplyDeleteYes it's called Coimetrophobia (I googled it)
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