(TIP: click the sixth button underneath the skin from left to right to stop movement, showing all of the face.)

Fear: Something makes your skin crawl, makes your hair stand on edge, perhaps causing all sorts of screaming, crying for mommy, running away, backing up to the door while not breaking eye contact. What fuels this creature? Itself.  

Fear is what Fear the Clown feeds on. The spider on the bathroom wall, the snake in between you and the door, the color purple, dying, old age, everything that everyone can or does fear gorges this indomitable beast. The fear that constantly grows, only to be stopped by a momentary flicker of thousands of other, mortal emotions, slips through his ever smiling mouth, that is forever taunting you to try quell your fears for good, when deep inside you know fear will always be there.


Rest well.