Creepy Clowns Stories นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Madame Claire held her face. Memories from when before she passed out came gushing back. Only then did Madame Claire start recalling how two men showed up in front of her house with a casket. Not only that, but one of them even attacked her until she threw up blood. “Where am I? Where are those two weirdos with the coffin?” Madame Claire asked. “They’re dead,” Alex said. “Huh?” “They’re not human,” Alex added. “What? If they’re not human, what are they?” Madame Claire asked.

Well dear readers, did you miss me? Have you experienced laughing so hard because you’ve heard a ghost story from former critics of your ghost stories? This is one of the stories that really made me laugh for the same reason. It comes from another one of my human friends. And yes, this is a scary but funny story. ++++++++++++++ The storytellers this time are gay guys - all cross-dressers - who were with us in our theater productions. There were three of them and they didn’t believe in ghosts. They said that they couldn’t feel, hear, or see them anyway.

“I’m serious. Everyone in that building, right down to the lowliest intern, does what he says and follows his smallest whims to the letter. He’s like a demigod. He decides who lives and dies in there. You need to be wary of him.” I nod, not sure how much I believe his warning but also unable to shake the nausea inspired by this tale. Besides, I have another question. “Clive Hartley. This story said he disappeared into the swamps a few years ago, and Craig seemed to think he was dead. Dr. Jeffers didn’t seem to think so, though, and I’ve heard . . . things.” Gavin raises his eyebrows. “What kind of things?” “Just stories. About a man who wanders the woods, peddling folk cures, even craziness

“Don’t worry Evan, this will get back to you soon enough. You’ll get to respond to everything. Okay, I tried calling the other locations called Helencia, and I either received no response because the locations didn’t understand what I was talking about, or the phone numbers no longer worked. This means if we travel through the other realm. We don’t know if we can safely leave through the other portals. In an effort to keep up with our changing needs, I’ve ordered packs for us with simple survival gear that should work in the other realm without too much interference from magic. Now onto the library research, we’ve got our hands full. The deaths appear to happen in cycles. Each death is diffe

The girl could see his hideous smile and fiery red eyes. Anna couldn't take her eyes off him. "Please, don't hurt me!" The clown walked over, still smiling. "Please!" Anna inched back. He could feel an aura of fear in Anna. Makes him feel even hungrier. The clown was getting closer and closer. Anna kept inching backwards. He swung the butcher knife in his hand. "Aaaaaa!" 'crash' Blood flowed from the veins in Anna's severed neck. Makes all white floors turn red.

Anne wished they hadn’t spoken to that batty old man, listening to his riddles and dead-end tales. The later discovery of alternate tales, crude folklore and legends betrayed by a handful of the old or wandering mad reinforced Damon’s suspicions of an ancient grave site, though there was no recorded information of its existence until Damon’s final research paper. There Damon recounted it by name, “The Mourner’s Cradle.”

“Wouldn’t that make him run away if he’s here or something ?” “Ghosts don’t have ears, Syke,” Chloe laughed. “Don’t worry yourself about any of us getting caught.” “For the hundredth time, Chloe,” Syke grunted. “I’m not worried about us getting caught by any ghosts. Ghosts don’t exist but you know what exists? Robbers! Pilferers! And other werewolves that are after our head! For God’s sake, we should not be shouting in the middle of a graveyard.” “Yeah yeah I’ve heard you all right,” Chloe mocked. “I won’t shout anymore so don’t worry yourself okay?”

I can’t believe I called my one and only crush a wall! You piece of poop. Summer you should go and see the doctor. Oh.. I know, you should go home and eat your moms cake and play call of duty.. Yeah, that will help me for sure. Gahh!! if only I kept my freaking mouth shut, none of this would have happened but no.. Ms. clumsy here is one stupid person who can’t control her stupid mouth of hers.

She blurted out frowning. "No but..." I said and paused wondering. "I think it's funny." I uttered. I can't believe this that the people I even call my friends are the one making me a clown instead of advising me on what to do." Clara said aside. "Hang On miss, in case you are forgetting we are in the same class and we were given the same project as yours so who would abandon her project and start giving you advise or tutorials everyone cling to your self I am still cracking my brain here." Joan chipped in defiantly and everyone giggled.

Dear Readers, From this point, i will continue writing the sequel of the book "The claim of his Claws.." in the same book series as "THE BETA'S CONQUEST.." In this sequel, a part of beta Lance's story will be highlighted after his abandoning of the pack. His struggles from the heartbreak and post traumatic stress disorder that he suffered after his beloved mate died. Will there be another chance for Lance or will he destroy everything coming in his ways? Will he be able to control his dark side or let it go and become a rogue Werewolf wandering in the world.