When I met him, we never talked about phobias until that day. We already lived together and shared the same bed, that afternoon as we were coming home from shopping I saw him quite afraid as he passed by a toy store, "coulrophobia" called him as he explained to me.
At night, while we were sleeping, I felt him squirm in his bed so I decided to get up and see what was going on. He was shaking heavily, breaking out in a cold sweat, but my grandmother always told me that it was bad to wake people up when they had nightmares. So I stroked her hair to see if it would calm her down.
After about a minute of intense movement, everything stopped and started again. I was scared as she started shaking again because suddenly she stopped, sat down, looked at me, pointed behind me and turned around in fear.
"Come to me" said the clown behind me, she went and I left, I got out of there as fast as I could and I didn't look back. That was the last time I saw her. I still see that clown in my dreams and it feels even more real in my nightmares.
