It happened when I was four years old in a small Town called Martin South Dakota. My family lived in an apartment building called Coats Cabins and I can still remember it to this day.
It was around the evening. My mom lived upstairs and my grandparents lived downstairs but we had to walk outside and go around the back of the building to see them. My mom would walk to my grandparents when she needed something and I remember playing in the kitchen and I noticed my mom was gone so I ran out the door then I ran in the back and cried for my mom and she came out and picked me up and carried me back in. Then later on she did the same thing again so when I noticed she was gone I ran out side but this time it was dark outside. The sky was black and I was in the parking lot and I saw a clown standing behind one of the cars. Then I saw two more, they let out a loud roar like a monster and they moved pretty fast. They were coming at me between the cars and I screamed and cried my head off yelling out “mommy!”
Just then my uncle, which was a young teenager at the time, walked over to me and picked me up and carried me inside but the clowns kept follow me. They followed me inside then were running around the kitchen and living room just terrorizing me and my sisters. I couldn’t do anything but cry. I watched them run around while my mom was sitting at the table doing crossword puzzles.
That memory stuck with me until I grew up and I would hear other kids tell similar stories and I would here the grown ups talk about the same things. As I got older I started to learn more about the ghosts and supernatural from my grandparent and I learned about my Native American culture. They would tell me to close the curtains at night because something might peek in at us and they would tell us other things like not to whistle at night because you can call spirits that way. I do remember one time when my cousin Shanta was a baby and we had a curtain open and my grandpa said to close the curtain because babies could see ghost and then I had a flash back and I remembered the clowns running in our apartment and they ran around my mom and she didn’t see them and my uncle didn’t see them but they were around them and only me and my sisters could see them. Well like I said the images are still stuck in my head as I was fourteen.
I finally sat down at the table with my grandma and told her everything and it was the first time I had ever told anyone so I told her the whole story. She told me that the clowns that I saw were called Heyoka, which means clown, and they do things backwards and I was blown away by what she said. Then my uncle, the one who picked me up in the parking lot, told me that I wasn’t the only one who saw the Heyoka Clowns but this old man would always say he would see them too but no one believed him because he drank a lot.
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