For some people it is cats or big dogs or even the dark. For me it is clowns scare me. Like the clown I saw off of a movie when I was ten. It scared me terribly. I went to bed and didn’t get up until my mom came and got me.
My whole life I have been afraid of people in the dark because they can sneak up on you, then scare you. I have been scared of that because of my best-friend. We were at six-flags one year and it was getting dark, and I said that we should go back to his parents, but instead he wanted to go in the haunted house. I said “ok fine we’ll go.” So we went into the haunted house, and the lights started to flicker. Then the walls started to move, and we went with them. What we didn’t know was that people were on the walls, and they were following us. One of them jumped out, and said “got you now.” We both screamed, and after that we never have gone in that haunted house, but we go in it when it is not near Halloween because it is the Fright Fest at six flags at that time. People say that I am a chicken, but you know what, I am not a scaredy-cat. I like other things that other people don’t like the clown that scared me when I was 10, but now I am not scared of it anymore. I actually like clowns now since they are real friendly.
The real thing that scares me the most in my life is losing my family, and having to lose one of my brothers, or mom, or even dad. I hope that will never happen to me or my brother.