My uncle used to scare me all the time. He had a clown doll that was child size that he kept in his game room. He would always tell me that when we weren’t around it would get up and walk around. Of course I never realized that he was the one moving the doll. I would get scared to death when I came over and it was moved. He was very good at scaring me. Pictures of it still give me the creeps. No wonder clowns freak me out!!