Novel & Cerita Clown Creepy

All of our eyes fell to the edge waiting for whoever the person was to appear. I silently jumped out of my skin as the man with the creepy clown makeup head eerily appeared. His facial makeup had faded, but the red smears still were disturbing. "Jules, you are needed." The man's voice was gruff and sounded like he swallowed a gallon of rocks.

Both of them confusedly stared me as if they want an answer for being a rude to them. "Is there a problem Chlo-Chlo?" The clown headed ask me with her depressing voice. I looked away and squeezed my palm. I don't want to be rude towards her, she's been good to me all the time and maybe she's the one who take care of me but it's just that I'm scared of her, to all of them. They are a werewolf and I'm a human, they are the predator while me is the prey. I know that all of them see's me as a delicious food.

"That's a perfect idea." We all decided that we would go to the carnival. Something I did not know was that Gabriel, Mr. Big and Scary, was afraid of clowns. We walked into a tent not actually knowing what was inside and it was a tent full of clowns. The look on Gabes face was utterly hilarious, he looked so scared and ran out of the faster than an olympic runner.

The other one grinding the clothes and offering juices to the creepy people with buttoned eyes, who were lining up for it. I cleared my throat, "Aaaaaaaahhh!!!! Mom!!!" I screamed, running away as I closed my eyes in terror. I bumped hard into someone who caught me before my butt would land on the floor. I was still screaming and wouldn't shut up until cloth was shoved into my mouth, making me stop screaming. "Why are you screaming??" Clara asked concerned filled eyes. I spurred the cloth out of my mouth, cringing at the taste. "There are these people with button eyes and they were eating and drinking clothes. Do you understand what that means!?" I shook her vigorously, stunned by the whole

I was the happiest that day. I sat under the tree that was now almost abandoned. Only around 4-5 people came here that too because of the library next to it. Mr. Simon’s small wooden cabin was the cutest library but Mr. Simon wasn’t the cutest librarian, rather he was the scariest one. Children and adults above 30 avoided his library, I have only ever seen teenagers and young adults here. Most people say he looks like a scrooge but I actually think he looks like Popeye the sailor man.

How would they even know about Dracula? Alistair let out a laugh. ’’Trust me, the truth will shock you.’’ "Would you like a balloon?" A clown asked, walking over to where they sat. October nodded at the clown with blue hair and a red suit on. She was glad when he came over, because she saw the amazing art that he had made for everyone else and wanted one as well. “A butterfly please?" She asked him. The clown got to blowing and tying the balloons. “Here you go, one pretty butterfly, for a beautiful girl."

Evelyn couldn't help but drool over him she kept staring at him when he opened his eyes and caught her drooling, smiling at her he said, "Hey stop drooling will you? Its all yours, you know. Its not running away from you anytime soon" She blushed hearing this and immediately snapped out of it and kicked him "Ouch that hurts, babe" Eric said pretending to be in pain "Stop being cheesy and get up, let's go jogging and thanks for this beautiful outfit" she said smiling

We arrive home from the supermarket where Amelia and I are ushered into the house, I was just out in a supermarket but he makes sure to keep me away from his neighbours, what is this guys deal? He instructs me to deal with Amelia while he deals with the shopping, as loud knocks from the front door causes him to freeze. My first thought was that it must be ink but than I remember, the note I left for the unsuspecting supermarket worker. Anthony seems to move me away from the view of the front door where I'm pushed into a corner, as the knocks on the door get louder.

Click. The flash illuminated the grotesque scene, capturing every detail—the twisted limbs, the unnatural angle of the body, the dark, spreading blood. She adjusted her lens, focusing on the claw marks. There was something almost hypnotic about how they seemed to grow from the earth itself as if they had always been there. Click.

The clown sang like he was taunting a child with a lollipop. My foot hit a step, the impact reverberating through my shoe and pinching my toes painfully. I winced but forced myself to continue walking. Dean was still watching me from downstairs. “You are a fucking coward, and you don’t scare me.” I whispered harshly into my phone, certain this was the blackmailer. They let out that clownish laugh again. “Meet me at Quiver’s garage, or I’ll call your biker and tell him exactly why you cannot marry him.” the clown laughed again. “I hope you like my gift.”