I used to live in a House from the 1800’s, and it was always paranormaly active. I’ve seen very scarring stuff in that house, such as the time my “imaginary friend” wasn’t so imaginary.
But that’s a story for another time. So this story happens from my mothers point of view when I was a baby and from what she tells me, she seen a clown in my room. I was a few weeks old. My father was working night shift and it was just my mom and I. The layout of the hallway which this happend in is as follows: I had no door on my room and the hallway ended with my room straight ahead so you can see inside of it if you were walking straight down the hall, and the only other room which was the bathroom, was to the right.