This is an urban legend, all I know is that there was a baby sitter, it never said how much kids they had or what the gender was. So sorry if I got this wrong, and I don't own this. And there are also some things that were changed.

Stacy pulled the covers over the eight year old girl, who slept peacefully. She moved to the other side of the room where the girls older brother who was eleven also slept soundly.

Once she was sure they were both asleep, Stacy closed the door behind her, walking into the living room. At least it wasn't a two story house so she didn't have to walk up and down the stairs.

She walked in the kitchen, looking over the contacts for the kids parents on the fridge. Stacy was baby sitting the kids, and since they were asleep, she had nothing else to do. Therefore the was getting pretty bored.

She dials the Fathers number in her own phone, pressing call, putting it up to her phone. The parents were on a date night, so they shouldn't feel that interrupted if she called them.

Stacy walked to the living room where the only cable TV in the house was located, the parents had other TV's but didn't want their kids watching trash. Stacy sat down on the couch, looking over the room. She noticed something in the corner of the room.

It was a clown.

The statue seemed so realistic that it made Stacy's heart skip a beat. The multi colored clothes, the goofy red hair, the smile so big that it almost looked Sinister. It's bulging eyes stared down at her.

Then the Father answered the phone.

"Yes?" He said, knowing that it was her number.

"Umm, hello?" She replied.

"Do you need anything?" His tone sounded generally worried.

"Nothing bad happened, no need to worry. I was just wondering if I can watch the cable T.V?" Stacy asked.

"Sure, are my kids okay?" The father wondered.

"Their fast asleep" I informed. "But can I ask one last thing?"

"Yes."

"Can I cover your clown statue with cloth or a blanket? Its nothing offensive, the statue is just creeping me out. I can't have it looking at me." Just looking at the clown made me break into a cold sweat.

There was a pause of silence on the other end of the line, but the man's voice came back, this time panicked.

"We don't have a clown statue, grab the kids and get out of their, we will call the police."

Her heart stopped and she dropped the phone, which shattered on the floor.

Stacy slowly looked up, and the clown and her eyes met.

Then he stepped foward.