Clown Creepy 소설 & 이야기

Apparently, it belongs to the vampires. “I didn't know, although it makes sense. Who else would crave the atmosphere of a skeleton-filled catacomb? Vampires, god. I don't know of any other supernatural band that works so hard to keep the core idea of their existence alive. For once I would like to see a sunny vampire named Petey who wears pastels and loves to watch the Great British Cooking Show." Laughing, I tried to imagine Clive in a pink shirt sitting on my couch watching TV with me. It turned out to be surprisingly easy. Maybe just thinking about Clive was easy. Owen battled downtown traffic while I was daydreaming. "Did you dance?"

The carnival smelled like sugar and popcorn and damp hay. At the haunted house entrance, someone hands me a red balloon and tells me to follow the path. Somewhere, I turned wrong. My brothers vanished. Three clowns appeared. Not funny clowns. Not circus clowns. These were fuck-ass ugly, nightmare clowns — too tall, teeth too sharp, voices wrong. Bloody knives glinted under flickering lights as they closed in. Run. I told my feet. But they were stuck. I watched them getting closer and closer. I could already feel their teeth sinking into my flesh.

Clair shrieked exactly once, then denied it immediately. “That was not fear,” she said, clutching my arm. “No?” “That was outrage.” “Sure.” She hit my shoulder. “Shut up.” The path split and narrowed in odd places, forcing groups to separate and rejoin around fake coffins, crooked mirrors, and rooms pulsing with red light. The attraction wasn’t good, exactly, but it had that chaotic carnival quality where bad design and too much noise occasionally lined up into something effective. At one bend, we nearly walked straight into a hanging body prop, and Clair actually ducked into my side with a startled laugh.

Cleo nodded and they walked out from the back to the side of the stage, she even heard Slidell faking a cough when he noticed them sneaking out of the Drollery like what he thought they'd be. - "Are you sure you want to continue this?" He asked for the umpteenth time they got home and was welcomed with a pink board and all of the things where still there and it smelled like the footprints of Penelope. Cleo cringed at the pink fruity smell it emits. "Yes, yes, I'm sure, definitely!" She answered. She got a new set of clothes, a loose white shirt and squared pants and even if it's already nearing midnight, Cleo was still on high spirits to continue his game.

Lyra was in front of her when the spotlight slowly became bright. Lyra started dancing around her and Catherine was Lyra’s support whenever Lyra had to spin on her one foot or if Lyra will lift her foot up. She was captivating as always and then when Lyra was tiptoeing away from Catherine – there was a red clown appeared behind Lyra. Catherine’s eyes widened and then Catherine screamed to warn Lyra but it was too late. The clown had lifted Lyra and Catherine run after them but it seemed endless. It was as if she’s only running at darkness but she saw that the light was fading and the clown had this creepy grin. Catherine was already crying and sobbing.

She turned and pointed towards the massive concrete sarcophagus of Reactor 4, looming in the distance like a tombstone for the world. "Under the stone," she whispered. "But the Clown is waiting." "The Clown?" Ben asked, finally rebooting his suit. "Please tell me it's not a Pennywise situation." The girl faded. She didn't walk away; she just became transparent, then dissolved into mist, leaving only the faint scent of ozone and burnt sugar. "Great," Jack stood up. "Ghost kids giving directions. This is definitely not Kansas." "The Clown," Catherine mused. "There was a mascot... for the park. 'Misha the Bear'. But maybe the radiation twisted it into something else."

The rate and the manner in which the clown was calling on Blaire was actually what was scaring her away from him at that moment. It was quite a very unfortunate thing that Blaire low key had no idea about the fact that, the clowns never wanted to harm her or even to make her feel bad. But rather, they are always there to make sure that, they get to understand all what was going on at that moment and make her feel at ease with out being frightened by any of them in any way.

Nothing fancy or showy, but her pants usually highlighted her ass, which made most men think of it as an invitation to harass her. Aside from “Peeping Tom,” she was getting annoyed by an “ogler” that has been following her for the past 15 minutes. He keeps on inspecting her work, or her ass, whichever it is he fancies at the moment. Clara could feel the hair standing on the back of her neck. ‘What is Peeping Tom doing, anyway? Why is he not telling his employee to buzz off? Is he just going to let this man get away with this?’ she was getting more incensed as each moment passed.

He shrugged his shoulders when I kept staring at him, I broke the eye contact I had with him and buried my head into his shirt to hide my smile. Why I was smiling, I had no idea. Voices of our group members surrounded us as we all headed for the clinic before everything went black. ****** I glanced around the ugly room of the clinic and scrunched up my nose, this place is really pale white and ugly, I thought. 'Is a clinic room even supposed to be beautiful?' The question popped into my train of stupid thoughts.

Why do people always stab knives in my back when I trust them? My face was stained with tears and my eyes were swollen. I can’t see it but i felt it. Suddenly, I felt cold, it was freezingly cold. And why not? I was in a room with dead bodies, they are purple due to cold. And this place is owned by a vampire, the cold bloodsucker. “Shivering? From cold or fear?” his voice bangged in my brain. “What do you want? Leave me fucking alone….” I cried.