Haunted Clown Dolls Novels & Stories

But then curiosity gets the better of me and I turn as far as the cuffs will allow, risking a frantic glimpse back over my shoulder at the stranger. The moment my eyes land on him, my stomach does another flip and whatever newfound resolve I just built up is instantly shattered into a million pieces, replaced by pure, unadulterated, raw fear! What the actual fuck! That thing is monstrous! The stranger is hung like a literal horse! His dick is massive, thick, rock freaking hard, and pulsing visibly in his large hand.... glistening and dripping with a bead of precum at the tip as he slowly rolls a condom down the length of his long shaft...

"Elias, she’s so hungry." "She’s gone, Clara! That isn't her!" I shouted, though I wasn't sure who I was trying to convince. That was three nights ago. Since then, the haunting has turned aggressive. We tried to sleep in the living room, but the smell followed us—the cloying, sweet scent of lilies mixed with something sour and metallic. We found tiny, damp handprints on the glass of the television. They weren't made of dirt. They were gray, smudged traces of something that looked like ash and formaldehyde.

The red-clad female ghost had once slaughtered an entire room of players in three seconds, then hung their corpses upside down from tree branches with red silk, creating a forest of dangling bodies. The Scissorhands monster had skewered more than a dozen people together, stirring their organs with his blades until they dissolved into a pile of flesh. As for the warden, he locked each team inside separate rooms and released over a dozen ghosts among them, forcing them to betray one another in desperate attempts to survive. In the end, every single one of the players was torn to pieces. All the players knew was that the bosses' methods were monstrously cruel. What they didn't know was that tho

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."

They were noting down something and then they moved backwards into the decontamination zone. I walked down the stairs slowly with my mentor and I held in a breath as through the glass and staff taking off their hazmat suits, I could see the contamination zone. I could see that there was row after row of cages of roaring alphas chained. I flinched with the betas with the sound increasing while Dr. Dawson stood his ground and smirked. "Those are people in cages?" I stuttered out my sentence wiping my eyes as I couldn't believe what I was seeing.

At this time, the other person had entered the store, standing in front of a glass case full of porcelain dolls. Oralie followed her and saw that what Selina was staring at was a very beautiful doll. The doll has bright red lips, just like this vampire's red lips. The doll has long, straight brown hair, and her eyes are adorned with green, which is a bright color, but this bright color gives it an extremely cold look. The combination of arrogance and nobility emanating from it was beautiful. The more delicately crafted clothes that brought out that pretentiousness, the more nobility emanated from them.

I'm trying to make myself as small as possible, maybe it will go away this way. I just want it to stop, I need it to stop. I won't let Aurora turn me into a monster and I most certainly will not let her use me to hurt Sky. I would rather die than let any demon feed on him, it's my worst fear and I will do anything to keep it from happening. I keep my eyes and ears closed, in the hopes of blocking things out. Maybe if I can't hear or see anything it will go away. Yes, it will go away. Aurora will go back into cage and steer clear of Sky, I won't let her hurt Sky, never.

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.

Not hers. My hands started shaking. 'Are they selling off coma patients' bodies?' All those stories from school came flooding back. My skin crawled. I fought the nausea and fear, forced myself to finish cleaning her up. I was about to leave when I saw it—the music box on her nightstand. Ms. Deinert had told me not to mess with it. But my hand moved anyway. I popped it open. No music. Just velvet at the bottom. Then I saw it—tiny crumbs near the edge. Crackers, maybe?

Hearing Wanda’s confession, the soul in the lantern started to talk. “What do you want from me?” Smiling, Wanda let the insanity gleam in her eyes. “Oh, I want many things. Your body is a very good fertiliser for my flowers and trees. It’s the best we’ve seen in a century, so I’m afraid I can’t give that back. However, I have something even better for you. I have a doll that you might have heard about when you signed up for the NNN Challenge. That new android love doll is a modern voodoo doll meant to stimulate sexual arousal in our tentacle workers for better work efficiency. However, I want to make one without any curses for you.”