Romans & histoires Funny Scary Clown

They treated people poorly and wouldn’t hesitate to mock anyone. “What do we have here? Somebody, call the fire department because someone is about to explode” They taunted and burst into laughter. A few people laughed too but Catherine was in surprise, she didn’t understand what was happening and why they had suddenly circled around her. She ignored them, picking up the second sandwich but much to her shock, it was snatched out of her hand and tossed on the floor. Martha stepped on it with a dark smirk on her face while Catherine stared at them with wide eyes, others gasped in shock, wondering what would happen now.

She turned and pointed towards the massive concrete sarcophagus of Reactor 4, looming in the distance like a tombstone for the world. "Under the stone," she whispered. "But the Clown is waiting." "The Clown?" Ben asked, finally rebooting his suit. "Please tell me it's not a Pennywise situation." The girl faded. She didn't walk away; she just became transparent, then dissolved into mist, leaving only the faint scent of ozone and burnt sugar. "Great," Jack stood up. "Ghost kids giving directions. This is definitely not Kansas." "The Clown," Catherine mused. "There was a mascot... for the park. 'Misha the Bear'. But maybe the radiation twisted it into something else."

It was as though we’d shut off the outside world – even though I could hear screeching laughter and muffled swearing all around us in the maze as people flooded in. We made it through the deadly circus, which was filled with clowns – the same clowns who’d been stood with us before the start of the event, though they suddenly seemed much scarier, more menacing, as we tiptoed through their section of the maze. They performed gruesome tricks, and I held Skye close as we passed.

Noah cringed, scrunching his nose at me. I huffed, whirling on my heels but to everyone's sudden, the closet's door opened and the clothes fell on me, making me lose my balance. "Ow..." I mumbled audibly, hitting my hand against the floor. Instead of others helping me up, specifically my husband, they all joined in along and laughed at the circus show I presented for them. I've been addressed as a clown. I better be Pennywise then. So I can take my revenge on these meddling friends of mine. Now, where is the drainage?

"Fine, we met at a bar. Nothing happened that night, but I asked you to dinner the next day and we have been together ever since." "Better. And if we don't know something about each other we can say we've only known each other for 3 months, it's perfect!" "Should we head over and start the show?" He said, holding out his hand. I grabbed it and he led me out of the church. “What was that text about Clown man?” I asked as we walked. “Clown face. He terrorized this area in the late 70s. Killed so many kids.” He ominously said. “I like to find out if there are any serial killers in the areas I visit.”

While presiding over a transnational meeting, I received a distressing call from my daughter's kindergarten teacher. "Mrs. Payton, a kid drew a massive clown on Anna's face during nap time! No matter how much I try to wash it off, it won't come off!" I immediately rushed to the kindergarten. My daughter, Anna Payton, was sobbing at the door. Her usually fair and tender face was now red and swollen. The clown drawing on it was particularly eye-catching.

' She screamed, and tore herself from his tight embrace. Horrified patrons looked down and saw long,skinny claws protruding from the stranger's trousers. He had chicken's feet,a sign of the devil. Other women began to shriek hysterically and say prayers. The stranger walked into the men's cloakroom and disappeared-leaving behind only a strong smell of sulphur-the devil's scent.

If I stay for longer than that, I'd end up fainting. As for clowns, I'm sure eight out of ten people has this fear. Clowns are easily known as creepy, weird and even scary. They appear at birthday parties, trying to bring that happy and cheerful vibe but whenever I see one, I end up wanting to just bang my own head against the wall; hating the fact that I'm in the same room as a clown. ''Kenna . . . we're here,'' I hear a familiar voice say beside me which causes me to open my eyes, blinking a few times before looking around; seeing that people are still queuing to get on this ride.

Why he is the most different? "D-do you think you can scared us? Yeah! Your just saying this to scared us and both of you can escape! Don't get be fooled by her words guys!" The man who is in the front said that agree by them all. "I'm not scaring you, I'm warning you" the clown head said and walk closer to them. "Just sit here Chlo-Chlo and watch me shining like your night in shining armor prince" she said and chuckled. "M-make sure you'll beat them" I said and smiled a little to let her know that I'm trusting her to beat this guys ass.

Blaire seeing that the clown was pointing at her, she immediately shook with a lot of surprise as instead of her to be very happy and so excited at that moment, she had instead become so scared she no longer wanted to watch the circus. " You!!!! Come, come... " The clown still said with a very loud voice as he was actually calling for her and every thing that could concern her at that moment. The rate and the manner in which the clown was calling on Blaire was actually what was scaring her away from him at that moment.