Chapter 3Jesse had finished washing the dishes in his parents’ sink when he saw the clown again.
He turned off the faucet and reached for a tea towel to dry a plate when it happened. The window over the kitchen sink looked out into the side yard where a tall oak tree with numerous bird feeders hung off the branches. They were his mother’s pride and joy; she often said it was wonderful to do the morning dishes with the birds for company. He had waited all day to do his dishes and was instead staring into the black night sky.
And then the clown was there.
Jesse nearly dropped the plate. He took three steps back and closed his eyes. When he opened them, the clown was still there.
“It’s not real,” he said aloud.
When he stepped closer, and realized the clown was indeed hanging in the oak
