Clown Eater

By Stories From The Attic

Some people are scared of clowns. It's a real phobia. I read once that it's something about their smiles, the painted grins are just a little too wide and whatever it is in our heads that recognizes faces, gets twitchy.  It isn't wired to see a smile, or a mouth that wide, without instantly thinking of teeth, seeing the threat of a mouth that wide as something with the potential to bite, or even to consume. Of course, that's ridiculous. Most of the time. 

 

I'm not scared of clowns. I've worked with enough of them, metaphorically at least, to have developed an immunity. The only literal clown I ever worked with wasn't frightening either, but the thing that scared him, the thing that clowns are scared of, well, that I am scared of too. It's the reason I no longer do what I did and why my hair stands on end at the tinkling sound of bells. 

 

Of course, there had always been strange ones. 

 

In my line of work you get to meet some truly...

 

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Stories From The Attic
• Release date: Oct 20, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393393924

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Some people are scared of clowns. It’s a real phobia. I read once that it’s something about their smiles, the painted grins are just a little too wide and whatever it is in our heads that recognizes faces, gets twitchy.  It isn’t wired to see a smile, or a mouth that wide, without instantly thinking of teeth, seeing the threat of a mouth that wide as something with the potential to bite, or even to consume. Of course, that’s ridiculous. Most of the time.

I’m not scared of clowns. I’ve worked with enough of them, metaphorically at least, to have developed an immunity. The only literal clown I ever worked with wasn’t frightening either, but the thing that scared him, the thing that clowns are scared of, well, that I am scared of too. It’s the reason I no longer do what I did and why my hair stands on end at the tinkling sound of bells.

Of course, there had always been strange ones.

In my line of work you get to meet some truly eccentric people, people who keep the strangest hours, display the strangest habits, and generally spend much of their time out of step with the rest of the world. I guess, in some cases, that’s why they needed protection in the first place.

I’ve honestly lost count of the times that I’ve obediently looked the other way, stoically silent, whilst god knows what went on just meters away. I