I had woken up in the middle of the night to my husband screaming because he had a bad dream. I lay there trying to fall asleep not knowing I had already fallen asleep I was facing my bedroom door. My mind was being impatient and thoughts were racing until I thought I heard something. I lay very still facing my open bedroom door. That's when I saw a shadowed figure slowly walk past my room. Though I couldn't make out the details in my head I thought "I know it's a clown" I could sense it's teeth sharpening into a vindictive evil grin. I wanted to slowly warn my husband but slowly began to realize I couldn't move my body. Then I tried screaming nothing was escaping my lips. I knew the demon clown was edging back and closer to the room. One tear slowly rolled down my cheek as the steaming thrashed about inside my head, until the slightest gasp escaped my lips. Once the gasp escaped my lips I was still in the exact same position but able to move and could no longer tell if it had been a dream until I finally woke up again in the morning.