Horror Clown Stories Novels & Stories

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.

But, no matter how hard he convinces himself, the fear of losing his only son haunts him constantly. When the visiting hour is up, Larry came home with a bottle of cheap rum. He drunk everything even though he doesn't really know how to drink alcoholic beverages. Even when he was young, he never really learned how to be a cool kid. --------------------- "Hello, Mr. Swanson. Good evening!" One of the high school student greeted Robert when he entered the Sunnyville Milkshake shop. He was about to grab some dinner when he saw the bullies drinking milkshakes together. They are all having fun after classes, all while one of the schoolmates is in the hospital.

Red hair, red nose, a colorful onesie, and big teeth that I can see clearly as he smiles menacingly. It's a clown. "It's a demon clown!" Orion states and I can picture a look of probable terror on his face. "I don't like clowns." I shake my head in disbelief. "After everything that we've seen. You afraid of clowns?" "They creepy okay anyway let's just kill it and be done with." When we kill a night terror it turns back into its true form as it burns. Though they turn into some terrifying things, their true forms are nothing compared. Their bodies are like that of red flesh. It's as if they have no skin. Their eyes are black orbs of nothingness. That if you stare into them for too long they a

Well, it’s apparent that the truth was no longer far fetched, as every hidden secret was about to be uncovered. Deep down in the doctor’s mind, he had already figured what could have went wrong but he didn’t want to attack the confused couple with questions or intense probing. The atmosphere was tensed already so the doctor figured it was best to let the couple take their time to digest the shocking revelation. “Doctor this is a joke right? Please don’t tell me you called us out here today for this clown show?” Belinda flared up in disapproval. At that moment, everything still felt like a movie to Ace, as he was still trying to connect the dots of what was happening right in front of him.

The werewolf howling at the moon growling baying, softly croons, a clown I think might be a goon, the wicked hour coming soon, cackling witches laugh & snicker spirits run & candles flicker demons plot, giggle... ... snicker, rubbing hands, they fight & bicker, Hehehe... I must admit their kinda spooky Some are cute and kinda kooky, To me look like a bunch of groupies, Ha ha, good one poet! Oh, well thanks! I give my stick another flick, I guess I gotta few more tricks!? as fires dance in flaming licks,

Epilogue: Now that I have written several of these stories, I find that my old ghosts have started to haunt my dreams yet again. It is amazing that once things are written down, they begin to take on a life of their own. Just remember, if you don’t want things to go bump in the night, don’t tell anyone else about them.

Ken asks while trying to make the conversation a little lighter. "I swear, Ken. Big huge hairy creatures that shift between men....and ugly wolf-men hybrids...They also talked about vampires at the place they held me for four days. We don't live in the world we think we do...I swear on mom. The girl I escaped with...they shot her in the back of the head. To escape from the basement I made the furnace explode...I killed people to get away from them, Kenny. I became a monster to escape monsters. I would never make that up," I declare, and Ken's eyes widen as he digests my words.

Alonso’s eyes widened as he neared the end of the scariest story he had ever read. Six years after his death, the boy was believed to have returned to the town, kidnapped six of the nine priests that had a hand in his death, gouged out their eyes and furtively put them on display for the residents to see, causing them all to flee, making Crescent the scarcely inhabited town it became in recent years but this part of the story is largely passed off as an additional lie to scare readers. Alonso had reached the end of the story but had become a terrified nerd already with each scene playing out in his head like a real horror movie. He soon felt terribly hungry then checked his phone to see what

Clara blinked and nodded negatively. "Should I be scared of you?" She asked as he smiled at her reply. "Omg. Are you going to eat me alive? Do you have any secrets? Omg. Don't tell me that you are a vampire." Clara exclaimed horrified, making him startled with her imagination. "What if I am?" He asked as he unbuttoned his first two buttons. Okay, that's a bad choice to tease him. She blinks when she sees his stare which is charging to a darker shade.

Three idiots in clown masks, staring at me like I was the prize in some deranged carnival game. Red mask. Blue mask. Yellow mask. Fucking fantastic. Out for ten minutes and I'd been kidnapped by the rainbow alliance of human trafficking. "Uhhhhh, if you have something to say then just say it already," I said, deadpan. "Is this robbery or rape? Or did someone tell you guys to kidnap me for some money?" "This girl is quite brave," Red Clown said, voice too pleased. Blue Clown leaned closer. "We just thought you looked nice and want to have a good time. We're very kind to beautiful women."