Creepy Clowns Stories Novels & Stories

And if he had, why had he done it in this way? There were so many other ways, ways that wouldn't have ended up with the victim practically at his backdoor. She'd heard the stories of women being doused with acid in other parts of the world because they'd rejected the advances of some suitor or other. But this went much further than that; someone had died. And what about the clown? If as her husband said she was afraid of clowns then someone had purposely set out to scare her. She looked from the direction of the tree where the obscene thing had been found and back to the marked area where the puddle and the body had been.

"Where is he?" "By the clown," I point to where my son is with his cousins, and Chris, Lena's son and Effie's boss, is with the clown blowing up animal balloons that Lily hired. Chris and Leo are two months apart and became best buddies and were invited to Chris' birthday party at Adventure City. At the corner of my eye, I see Seth cowering next to Terry for protection as he glares at the clown. I just recently learned about his fear of clowns that started in his childhood during his seventh birthday. Rex said Seth cried like a little girl because the clown was too scary.

That was probably another reason why this place was empty – it was a fucking fire hazard. With little other choice, Ava pressed on, travelling deeper into the ratty old set dressings that were an awful byproduct of a bygone era where the sole goal of these attractions was to send as many grade-schoolers into therapy as quickly as possible. Grotesquely stretched clowns stood ten-feet tall, looming over her in a variety of similarly eerie settings, like if the clown from IT had somehow ended up as the protagonist of Alice in Wonderland.

"The murderer's daughter, coincidentally showing up at the exact pack where her father committed his crimes, planting listening devices everywhere. What are the odds of that being innocent?" "Astronomical," I agreed with false pleasantness. "Almost like fate brought me here for a reason." His eyes flashed bright, dangerous gold—wolf rising dangerously close to the surface. "Fate has got a sick, twisted sense of humor then." "Does it not just," I murmured. The crowd around us had grown significantly thicker, pressing closer like vultures sensing a dying wolf. I could feel their excitement crackling in the air, their hunger for blood and scandal and drama.

With each step, the weight of their pasts lightened, revealing their strengths and the bonds they had forged together. After several hours of walking, they found a suitable clearing to set up camp. The sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in deep oranges and purples as they gathered around the campfire. Claud took the lead, sharing tales of his childhood. “Have you heard about the ghost of the forest?” Claud began, his voice low and teasing. “They say she appears to lost travelers at night, leading them deeper into the woods with her enchanting song. But those who follow her never return.”

"Hey, how can you dare to utter such nonsense? You better have a good explanation for this or you'll face bitter consequences!" Sighing, I return to stare out the gaping hole. With gentle hands caressing around my bump and my mind hazy, I provide the answers they seek. "The Claudes are deceiving the public to believe they're a family of prestigious Hunters. Meanwhile, they dine with a Demon goddess and design those insane beings to plague attacks that will be blamed on the Vampire's so they can pine for their annihilation."

He answered. Clancy thought "Off city? Who would bury a corpse off city skirt?" He asked himself. Something's not right and Clancy could perceive that. Although, truth be told, there resides a cemetary off the city zone but it has been abandoned for decades. Many even believed the land to be cursed by witches and wizards due to a war that materialized against some creatures known as Zompires. Zompires are the real undead, combination of vampires and zombies, said to be extremely irritable and dangerous. So, to prevent them from fleeing beyond the borders of the cemetery, the witches and wizards sealed the cemetery off the shore of the city. To many, it's just a graveyard but to enlightened e

The forest drank the light. June pushed through veils of thorn and creeper, her booted feet sinking into the soft, rotting loam. The air was thick and cold, carrying the scent of wet earth and something else, something ancient and metallic. The stories called this place the Cursed Wood, a place where hunters did not return. June clutched the haft of her throwing axe, her knuckles white. She was not here for game. She was here for the beast, the shadow that was said to tear livestock and men apart with equal indifference.

“You should not drive here alone, especially in the woods. Several bad creatures were wondering nowadays.” He stepped his shoes into the dead body and remove the arrow that hits the man. “What is that?” I curiously asked while pointing a finger at the dead man. “An amateur vampire.” He sighed. “Go home, kid before you could meet another creature here. I heard off this place has a lot of werewolves.” I was completely surprised. Several different creatures were now freely exposing their faces. I just met a sorcerer and now a vampire. “Umm, thank you for helping me. My name is Clark.” I politely extended my hand.

“I will, Brother. Oh, I will. Although I think all of my crush or boyfriends are all scared once they knew that I have eight brothers.” Dear Gentle Readers, if you wish to read Clarabelle's and Dean's story, head to "Fuck You and All Of Your Bullshits". Reed and Liesl's story is also available and it's called "Tempted By The Devil". Both stories will be updated regularly in December. Thank you and stay safe!