The jester

The day of the jester. My son now grown up was aged three when we lived in a very haunted apartment block in london. He was in bed when I heard hysterical laughter. It wasn't normal as he was a quiet child rarely spoke and was all alone. I got the shock of my life when I approached his room his quilt cover was flying in mid air levitating and on it were what I thought at first to be toys then I realised he didn't have any toys like this. The shock horror of a cold sweat washed over me. They are clowns mum, he said they . Are showing me how to play Jack's. I smiled as I didn't want him to be frightened although later he told me he was scared but didn't want to upset them. They were smallish about two foot in height, there was three of them and they looked like court jesters with little screwed up faces. Little bells on their hats. The feeling of terror and panic as utterly overwhelming and I became rooted to the spot paralysed. As though there was a force field. I called my partner Tim and he rushed by my side wondering what all the noise was about. He too was in shock and for some reason I couldn't stop laughing though I know it was hysteria. I cannot remember what happened next it was as though space time and reality didn't exist. I questioned my son and he said they came out of the wall's. They told him things that he would not repeat for fear of them coming back. He said that if I had entered the room they would have killed me and that they belonged to Tim who was going to do somthing really bad to me, which he did. He did a drawing which I kept .