The story of Narrisha
There was a boy named Wendel who was really afraid of Clowns. His father wouldn’t understand and accept such childish fears, and so he always took his son out to every Circus to see the Clowns. He also decorated the boy’s room with Clown figurines and dolls. Poor Wendel suffered from his phobia every night, he couldn’t find enough sleep and often wet his bed. But his father continued with his therapy and just bought more decorative Clowns. One oft them was a Jack-in-a-Box – the box looked like a simple tin of Gingerbread. When Wendel opened the box, expecting some yummy cookies, the most scary Clown jumped into his face.
That was enough for Wendels nerves. The most intense feelings of fear and hate exploded in him and got sucked into the Box-Clown he was still holding... and exactly those strong emotions brought life into this Clown... That night the father heard some strange bouncing noise coming up the stairs. This was the last sound the father heard. Bouncing and smacking while the Box-Clown bit off his head.
When Wendel saw his slaughtered Dad the next morning, it was the first time he didn't feel any fear. Even the Clown head in the box sat next to his fathers bloody remains, staring and grinning at the boy.
This was the start of a healthy friendship. Wendel lost his phobia thanks to the Clown who he called Narrisha. He kept his fathers eye as a trophy and stitched it to the Clowns face, as therapy, so his dear Dad could see how harmless Clowns are for eternity. Narrisha kept the dead body of the father to walk around and continued with the therapy... Currently he is working at a Circus and sometimes plays with guests later after the shows. When they are asleep in their beds 🤡🔪🤡 #doll #bjd #abjd #balljointeddoll #sadomina #clown #horror #creepy #macabre #morbide #halloween #killerclown #jackinabox #psychoclown