Clown Creepy Novels & Stories

Geez! "Pfffttt...Bwahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha" we can't help but burst out laughing. Well, who wouldn't be if they saw Clarence like this? "Hahahahahahaha what the hahahaha f*ck! Hahahaha dude, you're already old and a man. Wait, are you really a man? Because a true man will never wear underwear that has a Barbie design. You're such a gay dude, or should I call you sister? " Clyde taunts Clarence while laughing.

He stood up and walked to where he used to out his books, he took a small but old looking book and came back to where he was sitting, next to me. "I read it in this book , there is a certain theory which say that people might have ghost clones, these clones looks and dresses exactly like the original you and they can do anything you can do. Sometimes if you are lucky you can have a good clone but if you are unlucky you are likely to have a bad and evil clone , which means you are unlucky because yours is evil" he explained. His explanation shocked me , i have never heard such things and I've never believed in ghost theories.

The growl comes again louder closer. A claw pierces the edge of the breach. Silver. Jagged. Slick with light like molten mercury. Clara’s storm erupts instantly. “Oh, screw this I’m not dealing with a goddess AND her murder-pet ” “Clara,” I hiss, “don’t attack until we know ” The creature pulls itself halfway through the breach. And I lose my breath. It looks like something carved out of moonlight and nightmares four elongated limbs a long, distorted serpentine torso

"This is not possible. The Moon Goddess would not do this." "Clearly the Moon Goddess has a twisted, cruel sense of humor." "She would not pair me with—" He cut himself off abruptly, probably remembering we had an audience of dozens hanging on every single word. Around us, the pack members exchanged confused glances and whispered frantically. They could not feel what we felt, could not sense the cosmic joke that just destroyed both our worlds. But they could smell the sudden change in our scents, see the shock written plainly across our faces. "I need air right now." I pushed past him roughly toward the terrace doors, my legs unsteady beneath me, threatening to collapse.

It wasn’t real—but it felt real enough to make her stumble backward, hands clawing at the carpet, seeking stability. Her phone vibrated again, screen lighting the darkness. She couldn’t bring herself to look. She knew who it was: Gabin, again, desperate, worried, reaching for a lifeline that Ines couldn’t grasp. She wanted to answer, to scream, to beg for help, but the words were trapped in a tangle of panic and hallucinations. Then, a figure emerged from the shadows—a man, impossibly tall, with eyes that glowed faintly, burning through her. He didn’t move like a human; his limbs elongated and folded in unnatural angles. He stepped closer, each footfall silent yet deafening in her mind.

She asks Corvu, nodding in my direction. “She’s just not from around here.” He smiles. “We’ll take two plates of whatever you are cooking. It smells good.” She nods and walks off, where I only just notice her feet were more like tiger paws. What was this world? “She’s a Clawhop. Don’t ever make one angry and don’t try to outrun them.” “I feel like I should be writing these things down.” He nods and leans to the side, pulling something out of the large hidden pocket he had down his leg.

His eyes fixed on the entrance, playing with whistle , there was call for every healer from all the wolf empires, even some of the witches mated in the wolf world were asked to be there and they were there now trying to treat the luna of the pack with all their power. For once Marcus thought about reaching the old mysterious lady but then who knew she is even alive or not . The huge doors suddenly open as in came the man , tall and masculine radiating the dark aura , his face hidden under the cloak making Marcus frowned. Unknown people were not allowed to enter the pack, then how could someone barged in here??Looking so mysterious ? Marcus in a brisk made his way towards the person who stood

Creepy says he does not advise, I am young and vulnerable, and many would take advantage of me. Mr. Creepy gives me a leather bag, it contains a soft gray dressing gown, and black cloak with green and gold leaves embroidered along the edge, and leather lace up boots. The boots look enchanted, like something elves made with ancient leaves. I am somewhat taken back by the quality of the items, there is also a small bag of what looks like toiletry items.

“Spooder.” Claire nodded, ashen-faced. I was disgusted with them. “A spider? We’ve fought ogres and trolls for fuck’s sake!” “Fuck you,” shouted Claire. “We ran from the ogres and only sang songs with the trolls. It was nearly the size of my hand!” “Yes, I’m sure it was huge. Did you see anything else?” Flossie and Claire exchanged guilty looks and then shook their heads. “Useless! The lot of you. Get out of the way.”

Crissy’s Point of View I woke up feeling determined. I need to find out who this family is and why they moved here. I flung myself out of bed, rushed to the shower and finished my routine. I went downstairs. Maybe I should bake them a cake? Collecting all the ingredients and throwing everything together. I pop it into the oven, and now it’s time to wait. While waiting, I made a cup of coffee and sat outside on the porch. A few minutes have passed, and the timer’s bell goes off. Ah, that fresh cake smell. As it cools, I quickly make the icing. When I finished decorating my masterpiece. I smile brightly and rush to the door. When I open the door, that stupid fucking crow is back. What the fuck