Clown Doll Creepy Novels & Stories

‘’You have got to be kidding me,’’ he said, making a face. “What better way to feel like a kid again and take our mind off things?’’ Aaron made a face. ‘’I hate clowns.’’ ‘’You hate them, I fear them but that’s not why we are here.’’ There was a knock on the window and when I looked, there was nothing at first then a clown popped up and I screamed on top of my lungs. Aaron began to laugh, and when I turned to him he was wiping his eyes. ‘’That was fucking brilliant. You should see your face.’’

I scoffed. Legit, there are a lot of rooms up here, and I walked into the wrong one. I never thought I’d find dolls so damn creepy. I blame Clay for making me watch those Annabelle movies. I’ll never look at a doll the same way after those. And that room full of dolls staring with their dead eyes freaked me out. “One, the dolls were part of Great-Great Aunt Cordelia’s, and that room would’ve been her room. Grandpa and his brothers never touched it, and all my aunts and cousins thought the dolls were creepy and didn’t want them.” Clay shrugged.

I thought to myself, “what the hell is a girl my age - dressed like that - doing trick-or-treating? But those thoughts quickly went away. I saw the man dressed as a clown go to drop candy into her bag, but then he quickly grabbed her and pulled her inside of the house. Then the tape went black. When it came back, I saw her standing - much as I had been earlier - with her hands bound above her head. Her feet were bare, but otherwise she was still clothed. I could hear the sound of her whimpering softly as she took in her surroundings and then heard her softly call out 'hello' a few times. Then the clown appeared in the frame. HOLY SHIT! There was no mistaking it! It was him. He stood in front

“I wanted to be a clown when I was in pre-k. Would you be okay with that?” He sucked in air between his teeth. “Ooh. Clowns. I’m terrified of clowns.” “No you’re not!” I laughed. “I am! Haven’t you seen IT?” “IT? Like, the scary movie, IT?” “That’s the one.” “Can’t say that I have,” I shrugged. “You should watch it some time. You will be scared shitless of clowns too.” “I don’t like scary movies,” I wrinkled my nose. “I have enough anxiety in my life without them.”

Red hair, red nose, a colorful onesie, and big teeth that I can see clearly as he smiles menacingly. It's a clown. "It's a demon clown!" Orion states and I can picture a look of probable terror on his face. "I don't like clowns." I shake my head in disbelief. "After everything that we've seen. You afraid of clowns?" "They creepy okay anyway let's just kill it and be done with." When we kill a night terror it turns back into its true form as it burns. Though they turn into some terrifying things, their true forms are nothing compared. Their bodies are like that of red flesh. It's as if they have no skin. Their eyes are black orbs of nothingness. That if you stare into them for too long they a

“He hung me up, I think. My throat’s been weird this whole morning. I thought I was coming down with something, but it felt kind of suffocating? So I think the doll probably got hung from something.” “Like those sunny dolls? What kind of kink is that?” I frowned and softly touched the doll’s neck. There was a sewing crease there, so it made sense for wrinkles to appear around that area. I could imagine the doll being tied up and hanging like a sunny doll. The more I looked, the more the sight of the crease began to irritate me. It almost looked like someone had wrapped a rope around its neck. I wanted nothing more than to smooth it out.

She left after stating that the gift was given to Felen from Satan. When Felen opened the box, of course with caution and vigilance, what came out of it made her scream loudly in surprise. There was a huge bloody clown doll that jumped out when she opened the box. Moreover, the face of the doll was quite scary. "Can I throw this away?" She asked Leon who was laughing softly after seeing her frightened face that looked funny.

Ruffins, her werewolf teddy that she took with her everywhere. Mr.Ruffins was the last thing that my parents bought for her before their death, and even though she was much too young to truly remember them, she insisted that it made her remember. Even if I doubted what she said, I didn’t have the heart to argue. "Something up?" I asked, kneeling down in front of Chloe. "Usually you don’t come to find me." "I had a bad dream." Chloe admitted. "There was a man with a skeletal face, and he had a blonde girl with blue eyes standing beside him. He said that he was going to make sure that my family paid before I woke up. "

Out of all other f-ing days why did they have to enter the kitchen today? She fumed in anger as the laughter increased. What’s so funny to laugh about? Her panty isn’t filled with cartoons or funny figures, it’s an elegant one with thin fabric. She darted towards them in a fit and pushed Dylan away who’s blocking her view and saw the thing that made them laugh. Her face twisted with mixed expressions after witnessing the thing in front of her and the laughter around her died down as three pairs of eyes turned to her direction. Klara didn’t know how to react after misunderstanding the minions. And they’re all laughing staring at a CRAB. You heard her correct. It’s…it’s a crab, which is alive

"Has no one told this doll her neck's spurting blood like a fountain of pee?" The baby doll tilted her head in a creepy way, as if she had understood my words. Blood began to flow faster and faster from her eyes. Her expression grew more grotesque, and tiny hands began reaching out from her mouth one by one. I was so scared that I dropped to the ground, sitting on my butt. Then, my thoughts got even stranger. "Isn't she going to puke with so many hands scratching at her throat?" The doll's huge eyes held a flicker of confusion. At the next moment, the storm clouds burst, and rain began to pour down in heavy drops.