Novel & Cerita Clown Creepy

An unusual cold night with dark clouds appearing in the sky. It's hard not to judge when I saw a bunch of vandals, disturbing one, at the entrance. The door is almost as freaky as this place, it is made out of old shreds of wood, with an intricate design which based on my knowledge has something to do with satan. Great. A satanic place with blasting sounds of party music.

For the pack. He could see the panic that arose in the Minister’s eyes upon hearing the footsteps. Not long after, troops after troops could be seen behind him, looking as intimidating as ever with their bloody state and heavy firearms. The Minister visibly gulped at the sight. And here he thought they were gonna rush to the females and pups. “The White Claw Pack never leaves a fight unfinished,” drawled Axel in a slow, menacing way. “We don’t leave on alive to tell our tales. What happens in the pack stays in the pack.”

27th floor. Monster: a short clown. His mouth had been slit ear to ear, stuck in a permanent, twisted grin. I knew what he was—a kid with dwarfism, same as me. Tossed aside for being different. Desperate, he ended up in a circus. They made him a freak show act. To get more laughs, the scumbag ringmaster carved his mouth so he'd always be "smiling." Once he'd made his money, the kid broke his leg on the tightrope. Couldn't perform anymore. So they tossed him into the freezing night like trash.

There is nothing big or exciting and I try to wrap my head around why Clem felt I should see this, why the clown smiling freak is here at this exact moment and, better yet, why the hell I am even here. “Who the hell are you?” I finally ask, tired of the tension and grinning, the relentless damn grinning. He pulls his hands from his pockets, shrugging with a smirk still on his annoying face. “Me? No one of consequence.” I roll my eyes. What a fucking line. Classic villain from every cheap b-rated movie ever. “Yet here you are,” Clem says, seeming to unfreeze. “Why are you here?” “I could ask you the same thing.” He says.

GIGI'S POV The darkness of the forest engulfed me as I struggled to free myself from their tight grip. They dragged me around like a lifeless body, their eyes filled with disgust and contempt. "Rogue!" they hissed, spitting out the word like a curse. My heart sank as I realized the irony of my situation: I had spent my entire time in this forest fighting against these same rogues, yet now I was being named after them.

Lucas had been gone for hours, leaving me to the not so careful ministrations of Magda. The wart nosed witch who I had clobbered over the head with a candlestick. She was hunched forwards with a permanent hunchback and cloudy milky white eyes signalling that her eyesight was diminished with cataracts. She almost looked like she had taken a step out of a Greek mythology book and was actually one of the fabled grey sisters, who determined all living creatures fate. Perhaps she was, all myths derived from elements of truth. Any second now she was going to pull out a pair of rusty old scissors and cut my life cord into two. I held back a giggle at the thought.

I was far too blinded by the way they kept talking and meeting and often very withdrawn. “You think I don’t try to stop myself from thinking like that? Why do their discussions always go down back alleys? Did you ask yourself that question because I ask it all the time and I’ll be damned if I find an answer that satisfies me? Also, I don’t know why, but I can’t explain why lately, this Logan gives me these creepy vibes.” His face suddenly changed. “What do you mean, creepy?” “I don’t know. I can’t put my finger on it. It’s like he’s got something to hide. As an actor I haven’t known him for long, but it’s enough just one look to tell he’s not to be trusted.”

I must have drifted through a portal into another dimension and this clown is the ruler of this new land I am in. “Clown?” he says confusedly as he moves his arms around me. “You are a sexy clown, are you not? You have cotton candy hair, and your skin is like a coloring book! Do you have more markers for us to color the rest of you with, Mr. Clown?” “What…the…fuck?” I giggle as I get back up on my feet, making him stumble backward into the grass. I sit on top of him and give him another hug, which makes my entire body vibrate.

While presiding over a transnational meeting, I received a distressing call from my daughter's kindergarten teacher. "Mrs. Payton, a kid drew a massive clown on Anna's face during nap time! No matter how much I try to wash it off, it won't come off!" I immediately rushed to the kindergarten. My daughter, Anna Payton, was sobbing at the door. Her usually fair and tender face was now red and swollen. The clown drawing on it was particularly eye-catching.

Lena says "Hey! It seems that this clown over there is disturbing may I use him as a practice mannequin?." Lust screams "No please don't toast my ass!!!!!!!"