My name is Alex Pierce. This story occurred in 1992, when I was about eleven years old. We lived on 18970 Bechard Place in Cerritos, CA, in a two-story split-level home, where my brother (Dylan) and I slept in neighboring rooms upstairs. My brother was known for his wild imagination and would constantly make up stories, but he was actually asleep when this particular incident occurred. "Look!" he exclaimed, pointing at the window, "It's the clown!" I entered his room again and jokingly said, "Be gone! You are not wanted here, clown!" "What's wrong?" she asked nervously.