Killer Scary Clown Novels & Stories

It's on the 1st-floor where her bedroom and other rooms are. “So I held my ice pick on his throat and guess what he turned into a pussy cat. He didn't even dare to talk back and ran away with his tails behind the back.” Clara laughed in amusement as she recalled what had happened at the bar last night. “Great, you stood up for yourself. But tell me one thing.” Riana’s expression turned all serious. “You didn't really think of killing him, did you?” “No,” Clara said, avoiding Riana’s eyes.

I don't think we will ever be that happy ever again. Not without Dad... We must press charges! Mr. Clarkson must pay! ÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷ The following night, a stranger appears at our doorstep. One look at him and I realize that it's Mr. Clarkson. The killer! I want to pounce on him so hard and slit his throat and cut his head off but I have to control myself. I don't want to do anything stupid and end up putting Mom under more stress. She's dealing with too much already...

Before coming here he'd been a New York City police officer. Jimmy was handpicked to head a special task force assigned to track a serial killer the papers had dubbed The Clown Killer. The first three victims were clowns, and after that, each body was found dressed as a clown. The departments had been making strides and were getting closer to a suspect. He was sure it would only be a matter of days. Everything was pointing to a woman, although most serial killers had been men.

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.

He loves the way his target's tied up on a chair, helpless and bloody. "Everyone alrrady asked me that for thousands of times now, Sheriff and you're the 25,789th person who asked me that f*cking question." He sarcastically replied to the fat old man, tapping his heel on the wooden floor. "I'm starting to get over it." He throw his head back and sough loudly. "I got an idea, why don't I tell it to the world that I'm back? That the insane killer of Harmonica fall Klyde McMarrow is still alive and still kicking ass? And add the fact that I'm f*cking famous in smuggling and drug world. Isn't that just f*cking awesome, right Sheriff? Plaster it on every channels, slap it to their faces that I'm

a haggard-looking wolf shifter yelled, grimacing through the rain. "Are you serious?" Claw chortled, looking back and forth between us. Then his expression dropped as soon as he realized that no one was laughing. "Are you telling me you don't recognize my buddy here?" He pointed at me, and I swear if he weren't one of us, I would have ripped his motherfucking hand clean off. "Have you been living under a rock? He's famous. For an extra twenty bucks, you can take a selfie and get an autographed photo," the jackass continued to run his smart mouth, which was not part of the plan.

He said and he looked at me evilly then turned his back on me as if nothing happened. I also saw Havanna who followed him. "Take her back to her house and feed Clark's body to the crazy dogs." She said. So I quickly ran to Clark's body then pushed away those who wanted to take him. You can't take him from me! You devils! Minions of Satan! I'll give him a good burial. "Go away! Get out!" I screamed and now hugged Clark's body. But Havanna's men were strong. That Havanna! He looked worse than the fat man and they were worse than animals! They killed me in front of me Clark said.

Adams growled, showing off his claws. “You're a clown,” Nyx said angrily. “We know about your trafficking ring, and the horrible things you've been doing.” “I will kill you, but before I do, I'd like to know who you are,” he said, and when I grew tired of the same question. The red glistening seems to be all they have to see to know that I am Kieran. “I can't wait to go down in history as the man who killed the great Kieran.” He smirked.

Kiara is already drifting again. “Who did this?” I ask. “A clown,” Mel whispers. “There were clowns … ugly ones. And cute green worms.” Her eyes flutter shut. Then open. “And Kiara saw cats.” Then close again. My thumb brushes her cheek before I can stop myself. Warm. Real. She lets out a soft sound — barely a moan — and something inside my chest twists painfully. My gaze drops to her torn shirt. Rage ignites. Hot. Violent. I imagine hands on her. Someone else’s hands. A blade near her skin. His breath close to her ear.

’’ Vickie vomited and started crying, The crew froze at the sight of the arm they believed belonged to Andy. As they ran back to the cabin to hide from whatever animal could have done such a deadly thing like that, five other mutilated body parts, including Andy’s penis, which Vickie recognized rained down on them causing total terror. They soon reached the cabin and locked all the doors and windows. ‘‘I knew it! I fucking knew it! The killer of Crescent creek is real and he’s gonna get us all!’’ Alonso shouted, shivering, causing the girls, who were already in tears to cry more.