Creepy Clowns Stories Novels & Stories

Additionally, it was the first time Claud had opened his eyes so wide before. He recalled that the zombies had only been Rank 5 a few months back. Now, two more zombies had shown up. There were four Rank 7 Zombies and one Rank 6 Zombie. The scene was terrifying. Lucas beamed at Claud, whose face had turned pale. He said, "This is my Apocalyptic Legion. What do you think about it?" Claud stuttered as he looked at Lucas. He was horrified, and his body had started shaking out of fear. "Come here to me. Let me finish you," Lucas beckoned at Claud with his finger.

Chrissy screams with fright as she steps away from the scene with wide eyes. Eventually, two huge buffed security guards come barging through the crowd and haul the clowns up to their feet and start dragging them out of the club. “Where the fuck were you cunts?" Conrad sneers. "These two were practically getting raped on the dance floor you fucking muppets!” He flicks his wrist and droplets of blood fall from his knuckles.

I asked. Claudia swallowed her saliva roughly, her eyes rounded with a tense face. "Grisella, I think right now stories that smell of horror or legends are famous. When I told Chriss you were making up werewolf legends, and when I told Chriss the name of this town. Suddenly he was very enthusiastic. I'm sorry if I made a mistake," Claudia explained.

Just because he’d told her he loved her didn’t mean he’d refrain from killing her along with everyone else once his monster was unleashed. Silly character. But then, I guess that would mean foolish me too because, more importantly, no one was forcing me to read this. At night. During a thunderstorm. Creepy stories always kept me up, restless and alert to every creak and groan around me, especially when I’d been drinking. And yep, after a curious glance toward the coffee table, I noticed my wineglass was empty. As was the bottle sitting next to it. Sleep would most definitely be eluding me tonight.

Outside the tent in a conversation between the worm man and one of the dwarf clowns, named Tino. "Poor boy, he has suffered so much," said the worm man. "This is so, and unfortunately, he will suffer more, when in some days, he has to appear in his own village as the freak who returned from death."

Jones stared at Claire as she whispered, “What happened next?” Suddenly, she was a little girl again. He used to tell her scary stories about werewolves, vampires, fae, and warlocks. May hated it, but he couldn’t say no when his little niece looked up at him with big eyes and asked so politely for a story. He would always stopped at the climax, sighed dramatically, and say that it’s too scary. She would grab his hand and say she wasn’t scared, that she would be brave. She would ask, so excited, “What happened next?”

Then they already threw themselves off buildings thinking it was Astro-Star, and then what if he ministered with sex pollen and the new really powerful drug. At that time, when he would turn into a flying pink elephant thought the man in his laboratory fusing chemicals in test tubes, and still traveling... While Poison Ivy, in turn, would have male plant soldiers and mutant babies at her disposal, men who would do anything she wanted in an orgy of uncontrolled sex. Whereas the Clown is a happy world of crazy addicts with wide smiles and not bothering to have children since that would cause total sterilization and thus be on full birth control. Fear eradicated from the world thought the scare

Pictures of me from my childhood are splayed over our table, he picks one and starts another story. “I didn’t pee my pants,” I cut him off. Six pairs of eyes turn to me. If I had superpowers, I’ll reach for those pictures and rip them. In the picture, there is a wet spot on my pants. “It was water, Daddy. Water.” When we were little, Daddy took Hayden and I to a horror house. It sounded fun up until we went inside. I died so many times but the worst of them all was having a clown jump out at me. I hate clowns. Thinking of it makes me shudder. I never went back there.

He lifted a hand towards me, but it fell right down beside him. As I continued backing from him, I found myself in a strange environment. Worse, Clinton was nowhere to be found. The environment was scary and eerily quiet, and I would have assumed I was in a cemetery if not for the fact that I didn't see any graves. Instead, I saw creepy creatures crawling out of holes that I couldn't see until they were all out. They were disgusting to look at, and I felt bile rise in my throat. I wrapped my arms around me as I stared warily at them. One of them, which looked like it was heading towards where I stood, suddenly paused, and I got the feeling that it was watching me.