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Analysis Of ' The Joker From Batman '

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“Why so serious, let’s put a smile on that face” it sounds pretty serious now that I am quoting the Joker from Batman. It surprises me how the Joker is a fictional character but now people have made this character come to life through their actions. I was only twelve when I had first realized that I had a mild form of coulrophobia whereas, I felt very uneasy when clowns tried to entertain such as making balloon animals, spraying water on kids, or playing pranks. “No, I don’t want to go the haunted house” it’s the 21st century and here I was arguing with my older sister that I did not want to be part of a horrifying night, just to pay people to scare us. It just seems weird to me but it was a tradition that every Halloween against my will …show more content…

I don’t quite know why this type of fear exists in me but it’s always been there, interfering with my day to day activities. My alarm goes off, I reach over the side table and fumble to switch it off; my phone falls to the ground and a trail of sunlight shines through my bedroom making it harder for me to cover my eyes. As tempted as I am to fall back to sleep I force myself out of bed, struggling to take the bedsheets off me. I clumsily make my way toward the bathroom and shut the door behind me; I bring myself to the sink to splash cold water on my face, as I struggle to open my eyes I see a scary image reflect on the left side of my mirror. I let out a frightened scream and blink a few times uncertain of what I just encountered in the mirror. A red face with a wicked smile, and that stupid red nose. I head back to my room panting just trying to contemplate of what I actually saw and what I had just imagined. It had taken me forever to get out of bed but it had only taken five seconds to scare me awake. I couldn’t stop thinking of that morning I remember having breakfast and those vivid images kept flashing back and replaying in my mind.
“What’s wrong”, my confounding mother broke me away from my mortifying trance. “Uh good morning to you too,” I answered back profoundly. I grabbed my waffle and walked out the front door before my mother started her concerned questionnaires because

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