Burning Question #32: Send in the Clowns


Saturday is here and it is time for another Burning Question. No clowning around this time. We have some serious business to deal with.


Who brings on more visceral emotions than Vampires, Ghosts, Zombies, and Werewolves all put together? Clowns.


Clowns – love them or hate them, they’ve been part of our culture since time began. There was always that person who could make everyone laugh. In turn there was always that asshole who creeped everyone out. This goes back to the time when we were all sitting around the fire at night chewing on wooly mammoth ribs. In every group there was always a clown.

Who doesn’t like a cute kid dressed up like a clown for Halloween? Awwww, those big buttons are so sweet and cunning. Just wait until you see their sharp little teeth.


Eventually these clowns found out they could make a lot of money by clowning around, or at least have some fun with it. And the rest is history.


I once knew a woman who had an entire room built to house her clown collection. She loved clowns THAT MUCH. Remember those Italian glass clowns people had in the 60’s that were sort of like flat plates? She had those. She had Royal Doulton Clowns. She had Red Skelton paintings. She loved her clowns. They made her happy.

When I was a kid I feared adults.  I hated the way they grinned with their big teeth as they looked down at me. I hated that they were always asking questions. I hated that they wouldn’t just leave me alone. It was no surprise I found anything like a clown both annoying and profoundly disturbing. Big grins in my face meant nothing but fear and loathing.

So, ladies and gentlemen step right up and answer Burning Question #32.


Burning Question #32: Do you like clowns?



Do you have any extra special clown stories? A favorite clown book? I read IT in one weekend. Do you remember Emmitt Kelly or Red Skelton? Or do you have a fun, delightful, snarky, rabid, heart warming, surprising, or unique clown story to tell? Share, please. It will be like the trick in trick-or-treat.

Mandy White (my favorite horror writer) this one is for you!

~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman





  1. Like any small child, there were certain objects that utterly terrified me. My Granny and Grandpa had two of those old velvet clown paintings in their living room. One, I was perfectly OK with. The other, for whatever reason, would send me running out of the house screaming when I was little. So much so, that other than disinviting their grandson over anymore, they had to remove the painting. About a year after that, I found where they’d moved it to and once again ran out of the house screaming. I think it got confined to the attic after that. I can’t for the life of me remember exactly what it looked like, but it would probably still send chills down my spine 40 years later…

    1. Thank you for sharing your childhood memories. Oh my goodness. I can just imagine a tiny little child running out of the house. Holy crap. Your poor grandparents. I remember people having clown paintings in the homes too. Don’t see that too often anymore. Now I know why.

  2. Clowns creep me out (so much so, I wrote a horror story about one). And this is before I read SK’s IT. I just don’t like clowns.

    1. Can you send me an email – I’d like to ask you about how you put a poll like this into a blog post. karenrsanderson AT midco DOT net. Thanks.

    1. There is a story behind Clown Emmit Kelly’s tear on his sad face. After a tragic tent fire, where children were killed, and still go unidentified, he added the tear to his make-up. He was a gentle clown, unlike others who just bother and creep the jeebers out of me.

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