Maybe I’m in the minority, but I’ve always handled scary movie characters well. The zombies from 28 Days Later? Love ’em. The Xenomorph from Alien? Used to have actions figures I’d play with as a kid. The dead-eyed demented girl from The Ring? Sign me right the f*ck up. How hard can it be to Leonidas-kick her in the chest and break her little water-logged rib bones?
However, in the exact same breath, evil clowns were much more difficult. I never quite had nightmares like the ones with clowns in them. It’s hard to say if the fear stems from watching IT at too young of an age, or getting yelled at by Fonzie the Chuck-E-Cheese Clown during a birthday party, but the panic is there.