>>9395417 I was still unable to move or speak, so It looked at me and it's face turned into a myriad of colors, from scarlet, to violet, to neon green, to every color in the rainbow basically. Finally It's face turned back to white, and oh god, It's face turned into an evil, loathesome grimace. It opened It's mouth wide, and I just stared into it. There was no teeth, no uvula, no tongue, it was just a black, stinking abyss.
It kept getting wider and wider and wider still. I heard it's evil laugh deep from inside It's evil gape. It kept opening until it took up all of the room, no bed, no door, all had been consumed by It, and I was backed up into a corner that hadn't been touched yet. Without moving It's mouth, it croaked " weeeee alll floooat doooooown heeeere anoooon.. hahahahaahahahaha!" I finally got my vocal cords to work and I screamed louder than I ever had at that point in my young life as I was being consumed.
And then I woke up screaming, sweaty, with my Mom at the door wondering what was going on. I just laid there crying until I fell asleep.
Even many years later after that incident, I still am afraid of clowns. I watch that same movie now, and it didn't terrify me as it did all those years ago, and I realized the ending was terrible. I mean come on, a giant spider monster?!?!? But I do get creeped out by staring into his face now, and I can't look at sewer openings anymore for more than a few seconds before I have to walk hurriedly away.
That movie and that dream had done a real number on me, and plays into who I am as a person now.