Novel & Cerita Horror Clown Stories

“We’re screwed now as these two are just not some simple alpha and luna. two are not just some simple werewolves that I intentionally thought. They’re smarter it took me over thirty years to finally found out her true identity, and it took these kids a few mere minutes with her, and they knows who she is. Even to this day I still don’t know what she really looks like. Every time I saw her, she was always changing appearances.” A flash of lightning darted past Agatha and went flying after the clown. The clown was shocked as it was coming too fast. She couldn’t dodge it in time. “Shit, she’s after my face.” “Multiple,” said Agatha. Her lightning splits and started scratching every inch of the

"Come. Come on, this isn't a place to be getting lost. I really want you to be aware of this specimen. You know we have astronauts who were involved in the first phase of defending our planet before we had the invasion and the war. It's not really much left in his pique physical condition as those days are behind him now. But that matters little once the serum is added as him during a full rut will be something for the generals to gawk at, They're very much revving to have him back in the air, but I'm not sure about how he will work with heavy machines under serum." The walk through the premises seemed to come to an end as we walked past similar displays of naked men staring at me with

Clara's sleep paralysis demon makes her drink pee at night. Enjoy.. ***** >>> PLEASANT NIGHTMARES <<< - "Hello, Clara." spoke the horned, shadowy figure. The sleep paralysis demon was back again, and Clara felt the heaviness in her body and the panic in her mind as it moved closer to her. Each time this happened, she could not bring herself to wake up. Each time it happened, the demon would do something horrible to her. With her. Something frightening and incredibly perverted, but something Clara had grown to find some twisted kind of pleasure in.

I kept my eyes shut, pretending to be lost in it, but I watched through the slit of my eyelashes as the door nudged open just an inch. There she was. Penelope. Her eyes were blown wide, pupils huge, fixed right on my cock as it disappeared into Sara’s mouth. She looked terrified and hungry all at once. Then, I watched her hand slide under that short denim skirt. I saw her shoulder shaking as she started rubbing her clit right there in the hallway, watching me get mine. The sheer boldness of it, the way she was soaking her fingers with her pussy juice while her stepbrother got sucked off made me want to cum. I didn't look away. I snapped my eyes wide open and locked them onto hers. I stared h

And after what she told me earlier,of what she had seen…” Hollingsworth Manor,July 1984 “I swear to you Polly,”Ginny said in her most excited voice.”I saw her…in my room!” “Calm down Ginny,”Polly implored.”Tell me everything from the beginning.” Polly pulled her younger sister down next to her on the low wall overlooking the garden,where the flowers were in full bloom.Ginny’s beautiful elfin face,so much like her own,was frozen in a mask of pure terror. “I believe you Polly,everything you said about this place is true…its haunted!At first I only felt it,but now… I have seen this evil with my own two eyes!”

Claudia smiled. "Hmmm, Claudia? Has Grisella ever told you that she wanted to make more books? I mean, she wants to work again? "I asked. Claudia looked at me closely. She paused for a moment, then nodded her head "yeah? She wanted to make a new horror story. She said it was about a girl who committed suicide because her boyfriend betrayed her. I think Grisella learned from her problems. Hey, do you think that would be an interesting story?" Claudia replied. I let out a sigh of relief at that answer.

All around them, boys and girls, dressed as monsters and super-heroes, began to titter and giggle, the tension from the story leaving their little bodies. Chloe wasn't afraid of the story; in fact, she had read it before, as well as many others. She didn't have many books at home, but one that she did have was a cheap paperback collection of scary stories that she read over and over again, becoming immune to their quaint shocks. “Alright, kids. I hope that wasn't too scary for you,” the teacher said. The class, as a single unit, assured her that it was not, in fact, too scary. However, several of the children's faces said otherwise.

We were close enough to see goosebumps. He hoisted her up and threw her petrified body on the table, which looked solid just like in the movies, but it creaked and buckled under the force when she came down. The sound of the slam echoed through the grounds. We held our breath. “Please stop,” she whimpered. “Please don’t,” we whispered. “Shhh,” he cooed. His clown face now stretched into a mask of loving concern “You don’t have anything to be afraid of.” A flash of light reflected off the long blade he now held above her. “Except me, of course.”

And if he had, why had he done it in this way? There were so many other ways, ways that wouldn't have ended up with the victim practically at his backdoor. She'd heard the stories of women being doused with acid in other parts of the world because they'd rejected the advances of some suitor or other. But this went much further than that; someone had died. And what about the clown? If as her husband said she was afraid of clowns then someone had purposely set out to scare her. She looked from the direction of the tree where the obscene thing had been found and back to the marked area where the puddle and the body had been.