Betty was babysitting tonight. The kids were in bed and she was in the living room.

Standing against a wall was a life-sized clown statue. His head was bald and obtuse. The eyes were completely white—slightly more so than its skin—and had no pupils. Blue, sloppy arrows pointing up and down bordered his eyes. His human nose had a red circle on the tip. The red lips were parted in a smile that showed surprising clean, perfectly rectangular teeth. He was wearing a navy blue jumpsuit and matching shoes. His arms were at his sides.

The statue wasn't so bad in the afternoon, when the sun lit up the whole room. Now with the only light coming from the standing lamp in a corner, the living room was a little dim. Dim enough to raise the clown's fear factor. It was staring off into space that just happened to be in Betty's direction. Yet whenever Betty looked at it, she felt like it was staring at only her.

The babysitter tried to focus on the big screen TV, but her attention would constantly go to the clown. Of course, the clown only smiled back. A smile that grated on the girl's nerves every time.

Betty decided to turn the lights off so she wouldn't have to see the statue. Bad idea. The clown's face was perfectly visible in the glow of the TV. If the teen didn't know any better, she'd say the clown's smile grew even wider in the dark. That thought sent chills through her body. She turned the lights back on.

A better idea came to the girl. The statue was taller than her and maybe heavier than she could handle, so moving it was not a good idea. But she could move the lamp. Betty pulled the skinny lamp out of its corner and set it next to the clown. She smirked at how harmless the clown looked with so much light surrounding it. Problem solved, she went back to her TV shows.

Some time later, the girl glanced up at the statue. The side of the clown's face glistened in the light and seemed to be dripping.

Frantically, Betty moved the lamp. She knew she would be in so much trouble for ruining the Stephens' sculpture. Melted wax slid down the clown's cheek and dripped onto his shoe and the floor.

Betty quickly got a rag and wiped up the mess. Upon closer inspection, the statue's left cheek was slightly thinner than the opposite. Part of the clown's smile and even his eye was falling apart. She hoped that the Stephens wouldn't be too upset.

The girl looked at the yellow rag and was surprised to see a hint of red in it. She looked at the clown and saw that it was indeed the source. The melting had cleared some of the white paint, exposing the wax. Some spots were neither white nor yellowish, but red.

Betty traced a finger along a red spot, collecting some on the tip, and rubbed it against her thumb. Then she used her nails to scratch the upper side of his head, revealing the red surface underneath. She was too intrigued to notice that she was ruining the statue even more.

Something popped out of the clown's face and fell on the floor. Betty picked it up and examined it. Whatever it was, it was round and white. She looked at the statue and felt her heart jump.

The clown's right eye was completely white and had no pupil. His left eye was now brown and moist. A tear even fell from it. The eye shifted to look the girl in her eye. Betty was holding a contact lens!

The girl ran out of the house and called the police. When the Stephens' arrived home, police were there to greet them. They pleaded guilty to the kidnapping of a teen who had gone missing a month prior, and recently making him into a wax figure.