Horror Clown Stories Novels & Stories

When I stopped, I was breathless. "I think I'm broken," I whispered. "No," he finally said. "You're not broken. You're human. But you are... dangerous." "Dangerous?" "To him. To anyone lucky enough to haunt your dreams." The booth felt too small. Too warm. My fingers curled around the edge of the seat. He leaned closer. Shadows moved behind the screen. "Would you come back next week?" "Why?" "Because I want to hear more. I want to know what happens next."

After eating my fill, sleepiness crashed over me, impossible to resist. "I’m going to sleep and recover. After you’re done eating, keep an eye on the fire." The moment the words left my mouth, I could no longer hold on. I fell into a deep sleep. At the very instant I lost consciousness, the omega, Cael Ardent, and the healer, Lorian Crest, both lifted their heads. In that moment, all traces of fear vanished from their eyes. All that remained was venom and killing intent. The two exchanged a glance, claws flashing out as they lunged straight at me.

And they are also invested in listening to what the Student Council Treasurer was telling them— a horror legend that was allegedly written by the Academy’s Secretary herself. “She was always working late— well, she prefers to— and would often be the last to leave the Dean’s building. Even though she was known to not be afraid of anything, there was one thing that creeped her out when she was leaving the building…” Arthur said as he held his cup of tea in one hand and the other gestures things as he tells the tale. The members of the Occult Club were so invested in this, as it was something they haven’t heard of, it was new and can be used for the upcoming Halloween event. “Then what? What i

"An hour passes, and his eyes are adjusting more to the darkness. He tries to make out the words, but it's a struggle. He gasps when he finally makes out the sentence: 'I know you're awake' Then he feels something shift underneath his bed." "BOO!" Everyone screams when a figure dressed up like a clown jumps into our midst out of nowhere. "Calm down guys, it's just Todd." Simone announces, the idiotic Todd guy bursting out in laughter. "Your faces looked deformed!" He cackles like a maniac. "Let's try deforming yours, shall we?" Someone cracks their knuckles, before gripping him by the shoulder and dragging him away. Looks like Todd's dead meat. "Allie." "Hmm?"

The other one grinding the clothes and offering juices to the creepy people with buttoned eyes, who were lining up for it. I cleared my throat, "Aaaaaaaahhh!!!! Mom!!!" I screamed, running away as I closed my eyes in terror. I bumped hard into someone who caught me before my butt would land on the floor. I was still screaming and wouldn't shut up until cloth was shoved into my mouth, making me stop screaming. "Why are you screaming??" Clara asked concerned filled eyes. I spurred the cloth out of my mouth, cringing at the taste. "There are these people with button eyes and they were eating and drinking clothes. Do you understand what that means!?" I shook her vigorously, stunned by the whole

he was trying to get back at his ex-girlfriend and I just happened to help him out. ‘That was it? I mean, just that one kiss? You have never done more than kissing?’ ‘No, I am a virgin.’ ‘Oh! Okay I see.’ ‘You are not a virgin?’ ‘Not anymore, look I don’t want to talk about that part of my life hey.’ ‘What happened chomee?’ ‘Losing your virginity is one thing, but losing it to a loser is another.’ ‘Hahahahaha I get you. So tell me, how was the clubbing?’

"And you have pissed me off." He believes me. Suddenly he believes every horror story he has been told since he was a little boy. That they were all true: the dead things hungering for the warm living flesh; the bony hand coming out of the closet in the black of night; the monsters from another page of reality, the unturned page--who could look so human, so cute. He reaches for his gun. Too slowly, much too.

I don't even have his number! "Hello? Who's there?" I whispered. It was like a horror movie. The girl in the forest screaming and running for her dear life. Maybe it is Jordan. He is a douchebag but can he pull such a stunt just to scare me? One thing I learned from the horror movies I watch is never to scream and run so I backed away and tried to be in the shade because the moon was up and bright. I don't want to be spotted or watched by who may or may not be my predator.

The story was later dismissed as false. "Could it be the story was true and Ragnor is a reincarnation of that vampire as it had been foretold?" Siku thought and decided she would talk to her parents about it in the morning. 10 a.m., Paris, Saturday. Clara opened her eyes to find herself wrapped in Ragnor's arms. She stared at his sleeping face and smiled. She planted a kiss on his forehead, moved to his nose and froze when she heard his voice. "Keep going," Ragnor said still with his eyes closed and Clara giggled.

King POV I kept glancing at the clock on my wall. It was almost 1am, which means mom must be fast asleep by now. Perfect. I got out of my bed, smiling as I grabbed my phone and turned on the torch. I ruffed through my closet, I found a grey sweatpants. I knew she liked my big cock so I didn't bother with underwear. I was both anxious and excited when I opened my room door. The hallway was dark but I knew my way around to tip toe downstairs to the guest room. I froze when I noticed the kitchen lights where on, meaning someone was up. I internally prayed it wasn't mom. I peaked and breathed out when I saw Lilith.