The babysitter fidgeted. "Yes, everything is fine, the kids are sleeping. But... um, the huge clown in the spare bedroom. I thought it moved earlier. Does it move? Is there a way to turn him off?" When there was no reply, she added. "I know. I'm being silly..." "No-no," the mother's voice sounded worried. "You're not silly, it's just... I lock that door to keep the kids out. You said it's open? And, I don't mean to panic you, but, we don't own a clown doll--at all.