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The original was posted on /r/paranormal by /u/Dismal_Put9040 on 2024-11-08 09:35:05+00:00.

This was a few years ago. I purchased my childhood home with my husband. The first couple years we had a toxic roommate who would put us against each other, over time he ended up staying in his room all the time, falling into a depression, he found a bf and moved out. I wasted no time turning the spare room into a guest quarters. I started having horrible insomnia, so, to allow my husband to sleep undisturbed, I moved to the guest room. THIS is where things got dark. I finally found a healthy sleeping pattern that was working for me and getting real sleep. That’s when the nightmares started. A clown was in the closet, but not any clown, a demonic evil twisted clown (I am not afraid of clowns in the slightest) he kept telling me that I was to be his bride and that I needed to kill everyone I loved in order to bring him fully into this world. And in my nightmares, I would plan with him and agree. I would wake up and the closet door which had been closed and latched with an old school hook and eye latch, would be wide open and everything in it disheveled. I feared the ex-roommates depression had opened a doorway for darkness to enter, as he was in a vulnerable state when he occupied the room. After weeks and weeks of these nightmares, every night, I decided to cleanse the house. I opened the front door and burned sage (my husband and I both have indigenous ancestry, so the burning of sage is a cleanse our ancestors held sacred) I started in the attic, making certain the smoke touched even the darkest corners, and cleansed, room by room. When I began in the spare room, the lightbulb exploded, the door knobs rattled, I did not stop, I pushed until I felt the energy leave the house. My husband who was outside with our dog, knew when it was over, I never said a word, because he “saw the darkness shoot out the front door”. We’ve had no issues since, the nightmares stopped immediately, the closet door remained closed and latched. But I will never forget the hopelessness and darkness I felt in those dreams. I will never know why it showed itself to me as a clown.