...nightmares...
So I went to get some stuff out of my bf's laberinthyne apt. storage unit and we found this hanging in the groundskeeper's dank-and-dusty lost-and-found storage room:

WTF?!?!? Who does that? What kinda freak hangs a 14" suicidal clown doll in the doorway? Creepy! A former co-worker of mine had
Coulrophobia, which I never understood. Until now.