Creepy Clowns Stories Novels & Stories

I nod slowly. “I want you to be comfortable and if the recliner is what you need then that’s what I prefer for you to do. Perhaps Clay can sit with you if it doesn’t cause even more aggravation. I think Cassius was very excited to engage in the history of werewolves disguised as storytelling.” “Hey, you make it sound like I’m getting ready to drone on about the history of the United States. The myth of the original werewolves is much more interesting.” He protests like he’s a pup but with a chuckle at the end. It’s reassuring to see a slight smile form on Cole’s face as he turns and heads to the chair he was last in.

He extended our claws and lowered one finger down to the clown's face and he hooked a claw in his chin. Maddox yanked his head close to ours. "Listen here clown because this is your last warning - you're gonna brew up a batch of whatever you need to fix my friends and you're gonna do it no later than now!" Maddox growled. His tone even sent chills down my spine. The clown began to tremble with newfound terror as he watched the black swirl in our eyes. "But - I -" he tried to talk. "You know what's worse than being undead?"

He grabbed her hair, pulling her up from her knees. Making her squeal in pleasure as he did so. With globs of his thick white cum still sticking to her face and dripping on her clothes, he bent her over, reached forward and ripped open the top of her trousers.In no time her black trousers and a deliciously innocent set of white panties were on the floor around her ankles once again.

"Come. Come on, this isn't a place to be getting lost. I really want you to be aware of this specimen. You know we have astronauts who were involved in the first phase of defending our planet before we had the invasion and the war. It's not really much left in his pique physical condition as those days are behind him now. But that matters little once the serum is added as him during a full rut will be something for the generals to gawk at, They're very much revving to have him back in the air, but I'm not sure about how he will work with heavy machines under serum." The walk through the premises seemed to come to an end as we walked past similar displays of naked men staring at me with

Birdy nodded in agreement, "It is time for the ghost stories to begin and be spread. Stories of a pack of wolves that live nowhere but everywhere, who rescue the weak, broken, and unchampioned, taking those they rescue away with them and disappearing with no clues to who they are or where they came from." ​Three gods and one vampire nodded in agreement. "Let the fun begin. Go lay the groundwork to make the stories true when our wolves awake," Hyperion ordered. ​Cronos snickered, "This is going to be so much fun. I am glad Gaia is letting me loose to help lend credence to the stories." ​"What good are the stories without those needed to make them come true?" Bob wondered out loud.

The werewolf howling at the moon growling baying, softly croons, a clown I think might be a goon, the wicked hour coming soon, cackling witches laugh & snicker spirits run & candles flicker demons plot, giggle... ... snicker, rubbing hands, they fight & bicker, Hehehe... I must admit their kinda spooky Some are cute and kinda kooky, To me look like a bunch of groupies, Ha ha, good one poet! Oh, well thanks! I give my stick another flick, I guess I gotta few more tricks!? as fires dance in flaming licks,

It was time to report this incident, but before she could speak into her communication mic, pain blooms at the back of her head, sending her sprawling to the ground. -=- ‘Mommy? Daddy? Where am I? Help!!! Please let me go! I didn’t do anything wrong. Please!’ Clara was inside her dream. She was looking at her younger self during the time she was kidnapped. Carmen was crying, pleading with whoever will listen to her. The kidnappers knocked her out earlier when they took her, and now they have tied her to a chair, blindfolded. A blurred image of the boss passed by her covered vision. ‘Shut up! I’m going to hit you again if you keep on screaming. Gag her up, I’m tired of her ugly whiny voice.’

Flora swallowed hard and took the napkin off and saw the most horrible thing ever: a human-length sex doll, wearing a white nightgown similar to hers and crucified on the cross. And of course, the sex doll had Flora's exact face and body shape. It was even wearing the same nightgown. There was tissue and plastic in a corner of the room, there were some weird machines too. Flora guessed it right: Claude was also the one who made that doll, that creepy masterpiece. To that point, Flora had used all the braveness she had. The truth was clear: Claude is as sick as Jack. Maybe even worse. Flora's mind was thinking about one only thing: She has to run away before the painted desires turn to real d

“You seem like a warm person. Just… be careful where you shine your light, sweetheart.” The hardware store owner, a grizzled man named Frank, was less poetic. “The Place is a dump, drafty as hell. You’ll feel chills in rooms with no windows. Pipes moan like a banshee. Don’t go reading anything into it.” But he refused to make any service calls after dark. Clara absorbed it all: the tragic romance, the warnings, the superstition. To her, it was just background noise, a story more appealing than her own. She wanted the solitude, even if it was haunted. The haunting, however, began not with ghosts, but with sensations.

Counselors told ghost stories with dramatic voices, making the younger kids squeal and cling to each other. I sat cross-legged on the ground, Daniel right beside me. His knee brushed mine every time he shifted, and though I told myself it was nothing, I couldn’t stop noticing it. I tried to keep my eyes on the fire, but my gaze kept slipping sideways. The glow of the flames painted his face in sharp lines his jaw, the curve of his nose, the easy way his lips curved into a smile when he laughed at a silly story. My heart did that flip again, stronger this time. I swallowed hard, staring at the fire as if it could distract me.