Horror Clown Stories Novels & Stories

Mathias watched her closely, his posture stiff and alert as he waited for her to speak. “A guy and his buddies travelled over to Mexico to observe some moon festival and later one was cursed and turned into a vampire who killed almost all the villagers while his two friends were turned into werewolves to stop their friend," Clara continued, her voice growing more animated with each passing word. "What's that his name again Er...Eric right?”

’ He looks over at Max with eyebrows raised, saying, ‘Bro, you better be right about this. She was still worried. Now that they have information about her, it seems surreal. -=- The next day Clara got up even before the sun was out in the sky. Exhaustion had her sleeping early the night before, but it seemed that meeting Celine had brought on a new set of night terrors that had her screaming deep into the night. Things were more vivid now. Before, her nightmares always came out blurred. The men in the black masks were always taking her, pulling her towards the dark. These dreams scared her the most because she couldn’t go anywhere, and she always felt powerless.

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."

1, edited by Joe Mynhardt Fear the Reaper, edited by Joe Mynhardt For the Night is Dark, edited by Ross Warren Short story collections: Dead Reckoning and Other Stories by Dino Parenti Things You Need by Kevin Lucia Frozen Shadows and Other Chilling Stories by Gene O’Neill Varying Distances by Darren Speegle The Ghost Club: Newly Found Tales of Victorian Terror by William Meikle Ugly Little Things: Collected Horrors by Todd Keisling Whispered Echoes by Paul F. Olson

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

"There's a shop over there that sells all sorts of quirky stuff. You might find what you're looking for." "Perfect," I say with a grin. Sophia shakes her head but can't help but smile at my antics. She leads me to the store. The store is crammed with all sorts of knick-knacks and gag gifts - fake spiderwebs, squishy toys, joke T-shirts, and yes - a wall decorated with various posters of clowns in various poses and sizes. The rainbow-colored hair and wide grins send shivers down my spine. It's not just Vincent. I find clowns creepy, too, but I decide to ignore my feelings about them for now.

The clown wrote on the small blackboard he was carrying. "Thank you." I said, then I took it. "Why are you crying?" He wrote again. Why isn't he talking? "Just wanted to." Suddenly the clown got up from the chair beside me and danced. His big hips moved strangely. This is very funny. "Come on, I insist. Tell me." The clown insisted that I keep nothing a secret. "Okay." I covered my mouth, trying to stop laughing. There is no harm in telling my problem. My problem may not be resolved even if I tell a long story, but at least this will reduce my burden. "It will be our secret, promise?"

In 1983 a Mrs Carson of New York was laid out in our coffin, presumed dead of hear disease. As mourners watched, she suddenly sat up, alive as you or I. Unfortunately her daughter dropped dead of fright on the spot. I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon.

Both of them confusedly stared me as if they want an answer for being a rude to them. "Is there a problem Chlo-Chlo?" The clown headed ask me with her depressing voice. I looked away and squeezed my palm. I don't want to be rude towards her, she's been good to me all the time and maybe she's the one who take care of me but it's just that I'm scared of her, to all of them. They are a werewolf and I'm a human, they are the predator while me is the prey. I know that all of them see's me as a delicious food.

"Then I would say, tell me in the next sixty seconds because we got a line from here to Milwaukie, and we need a show for our seven-thirty today." "A real live wolf-man!" It was a gamble, a real risk taker considering hunters were spotted in the area, but I needed the cash. "Well, Mr. Ardoise, would that be good enough for you seven-thirty?" Clarence paused in the counting of his notes, money stacked in little neat piles as he jotted down the pay in his ledger and handed them off to the carnies on his other line. Clarence was one of the few cryptids that I'd met besides my family and the one dryad girl by the creek. He got around easier like most earth spirits did, like the way we shifters d