It Clown Pennywise Novels & Stories

“You have a friend like Kayla. And you know her. Probably better than I do. Yet, you can't hide what you are. Good job, though. You saved your friend where I'm absent.” The clown smiled from ear to ear. “What’re friends for?” Then the clown’s eyes were perusing through him. “You’re shivering.” He sniffed in. “You smell like medications. And I think I smell your illness. What happened to your beast? How dead is it?”

I reached into my pocket to pull out some more money to make up for the trouble of coming here. “You always like to throw money around?” The clown asked in a familiar voice that had me cock my head to the side. “Rick?” I asked, studying the clown to see if I was right. He took off the wig and red nose he was wearing, then flashed me a smile. “Had I known I would be ignored over a puppy, I would have not bothered to dress up and make a fool of myself.” “If I didn’t know better, I would guess you were trying to move in on my family.” I chuckled as I shook my head at him.

He extended our claws and lowered one finger down to the clown's face and he hooked a claw in his chin. Maddox yanked his head close to ours. "Listen here clown because this is your last warning - you're gonna brew up a batch of whatever you need to fix my friends and you're gonna do it no later than now!" Maddox growled. His tone even sent chills down my spine. The clown began to tremble with newfound terror as he watched the black swirl in our eyes. "But - I -" he tried to talk. "You know what's worse than being undead?"

’’ Toby shouted, his voice trembling with fear, there was no answer apart from the occasional sounds the leaves made that had now become more unsettling. ‘‘I said who the fu—‘’ Toby turned around to meet the gaze of a ten foot monster of a man – he had the face of a child below the age of ten and was really hideous and facially deformed with gaping, black holes on the sides of his face where eyes should have been. Toby gulped in fear and started to urinate in his trousers as he couldn’t take his eyes off of the thing that stood two inches apart from him.

One of these clowns—short and sinewy with a tattoo of a four leaf clover poking out the sleeve of his white tee and a drooping eyelid that looks more like a birth defect than a sign of drunkenness—weaves into me on his way to the bathroom and nearly knocks me off my stool, sloshing whiskey and ice out of my glass before it can touch my lips for the first sip. I have time to register the clover and reflect that it’s not his lucky day before a familiar dark glee overtakes me. It’s like my mind just slipped from daylight into the Lincoln Tunnel, the echo of spinning tires off the tiles pulling me down through the pulsing lights into the dark place where nothing exists but this asshole’s face bo

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."

he explained. He helped her get out, leading her to the car. Inside it was an old man with grey hair, his eyes were startling blue, it surprised Sage and she didn't like looking into them. He smiled when he saw her, revealing a set of unusually white and clean dentures especially for his age. “Welcome” he told her, "Take a seat” he added. She did as he asked, unable to hold eye contact. The clown leaned in closer, "Make sure you take her carefully. You know exactly where and what” he stood back up, his eyes on Sage. "This is goodbye Sage” he said.

Ten years after the Gardners found me and brought me home, I was still the family's attention seeker. When Dad forgot to take his diabetes medication during a meeting, I barged into the conference room in sunglasses and confiscated his coffee. "Mr. Gardner, you've been caught skipping your meds. Come quietly, and nobody gets hurt." He scowled but took his pills, while the shareholders around the table shook with barely contained laughter. When Mom couldn't sleep, I threw a bedsheet over my head and drifted into her room. "Your request for an early grave has been denied," I intoned. "Your son won't sign the paperwork." She told me to stop saying such awful things, but she laughed un

Especially Brent, he was laughing so hard that he lost his composure. Even Senior Zimmer, who was initially angry, also started laughing at this moment. He had seen clowns who were sensational but had never seen such a silly clown. Clown! A genuine clown! Why did he not see that Harvey was so stupid to such an extent before? He truly made people speechless. Quinn Zimmer slightly smiled at this moment. “Mandy, your live-in husband is certainly interesting! “Did he say that he was Prince York just to save his honor? “Do you know who Prince York is?

The plank beneath the lead survivor’s feet—one of the guys from the bus who’d kept mostly quiet—jumped. His arms windmilled. “Move back,” Grant barked. “Slow—” The wood beneath the man *exploded*. Rotten planks splintered outward as something punched up from underneath with alarming force. For a split second, all I saw was a flash of cracked porcelain and bright colors. Then the thing was there. A clown. Or what had started as one, once.