He lives beneath the bed.
A Gothic nightmare told through narrative poetry and illustrated scenes from The Curator of Woe.

The stories are his weapon.
Night after night, the Nightmare Clown returns with tales from a world of the dead. The frightened listener can hide beneath the covers, demand that he leave, or refuse to listen—but the clown has already made his claim.
This is not a circus clown wandering through someone else's nightmare. He is a recurring presence with a domain of his own: the darkness beneath the bed, where every new tale can open another door into his world.




