This was my answer:
Let me tell you a story, my friends.
My grandmother collects clowns. When I was a child, she had hundreds of clowns, and she kept them all in a room together, a room which we dubbed "The Clown Room."
The clown room did not have an inch of space undisturbed by clowns. There were Bozos and Hobos and Columbines-- any clown you can imagine, she had it. Most noticeably, the walls were covered with floor to ceiling black velvet paintings of floating, disembodied clown heads, grinning out at you with dead, black velvet painting eyes that followed you around the room.
And then there was the lamp.
There was a lamp that was about two and a half feet tall, and its stand was carved into the shape of a clown. But it wasn't just any clown. It was almost identical to the clown doll from the first Poltergeist movie.
This is the bedroom I had to sleep in when I went to visit my grandmother.
And you ask if I am afraid of clowns.
How afraid of clowns are you? (0 being not at all, 11 being irrationally terrrified)
Mean: 4.68 Median: 4 Std. Dev 2.69