There was a time when all we really had to worry about was a zombie apocalypse. Zombies slowly shuffling towards us, or us turning the corner to find dozens of them feasting on the brains of their latest victims. Zombies are pretty scary, but they aren’t too menacing. We all know that to kill them; we just shoot them in their head or cut of their head. It’s all about the head.
Zombies can corner you, true, but generally they are a bit stupid and very slow. You know where you are with a zombie.
The Zombie apocalypse has given way to a brand new fear. A fear we are not sure how to deal with.
Fuckin’ sinister fuckin’ menacing clowns. Clowns are suddenly everywhere.
This new danger starts off slow and just looking. Staring at you from the dark shadows. Then it moves slowly towards you, a bit like a zombie but less staggeringly. Then it runs at you. Fast. With something to beat you to a pulp with.
Nobody yet knows how to fight back against these clowns. Or where they are coming from.
Nobody has survived a clown attack. Nobody has confirmed how to kill a clown, assuming they can be killed.
Tonight, as you lay back against your pillow in the darkness, keep one eye open and checking around for clowns in the bedroom. They just silently appear. You are suddenly aware that they are there. Staring.
Check around and make sure there are none watching you. That’s if you don’t want to wake-up dead in the morning.