This one goes way back to when I was 4-5…
We lived on the second floor of an apartment building. I had a room that faced out onto the backyard, which was wide open and largely concrete. I had a room to myself, with a table and chair next to my bed. I don’t remember exactly how it started, but I do remember seeing a clown jumping up to my window one day. He’d just jump and look in at me, sometimes waving. I wasn’t scared of the clown… It seemed like he wanted to come in to my room. It’s like when you just know someone in a dream is out to get you – the same thing here happened for the clown… I just knew he was a protector. I felt calm whenever I saw this guy… Just peaceful.
He slowly disappeared when the lady in black began appearing…