Clown Attic

My older brother and my parents would fight all the time. It was his senior year in high school and he was the most tired person i had every met. My mom always asked if he left at night and went out partying but honestly i never saw him leave his room, he would just sleep.

Finally one day my parents gave me 100 dollars to buy/put a motion sensor camera in his room to see if he would ever leave.

The first night went normal, before we left for school i checked the camera to see what all happened. Mainly just him rolling around or the cat sleeping under the bed. The last few photos i saw i never told my parents. The photos were of a man dressed as a clown that climbed down from the attic in his closet and of him taking food back to the attic. Before he would go back up he would stare at my brother for less than an hour.

My brother never knew about the clown in the attic, but would always tell me about his weird dreams about clowns. I just sat wide eyed and nodded,
 something told me it wasnt just my brother he would watch sleep, because i had the same dreams.