Killer Scary Clown Novels & Stories

Rather see clearly, who the real killer of the corpse. A clown with sharp sparring fangs and a sword in his hand, making Stacy unable to move her feet even for a single step. The clown's red eyes seemed to completely hypnotize Stacy. The clown continued to approach Stacy, who was standing motionless by the closet. If it weren't for the sound of his cell phone ringing, he could have lost consciousness. Even when the clown killed him. Stacy realized that she was only inches away from the clown and ran out of the room. Before he could answer the caller on his cell phone, he tripped and fell to the floor. Stacy's cell phone was thrown somewhere.

Connor narrowed his eyes. It has been three years since Connor and I had been married. I was seven months pregnant, so we were trying to set up our baby's room. Connor put me in charge of the decoration, and now he is regretting his decision. "First of all, this is not a killer clown. He is Bobo the friendly neighborhood clown," I said irritably. "He is Bobo the creepy fuck, is what he is," he announced. "Connor!" Connor shifted uncomfortably. "Look, I've never told you this but, I'm afraid of clowns."

I felt the sides of my lips stretching upward like there was an invisible fish hook attached to them, and then I felt my upper and lower lips curling to show my teeth. I was smiling. I was smiling again—my Killer Smile. I knew my plan had work the moment I saw the fear reflecting in their eyes. First comes fear, then comes their frantic expression. The man drops the guy to the ground with his eyes still on me. His mouth is slightly agape as if wondering what I am. "M-Monster!" He screamed and with that, he turned around and ran. Bumping into one of his friends as they stumbled to the ground. They got back to their feet and ran like heck away from me while one of the men thought he was Cinder

I honestly thought that they would stop kissing after a while, but damn, they were so horny. I reached for the small, toy airhorn that Ian had bought me from one of the stalls in the carnival and blew it right in front of the couple. They almost got a heart attack as I continued blowing the airhorn furiously. They were genuinely afraid when they noticed it was me, they knew I was trouble so they chose some other place for their business. "First time you did a great job," Clark said and I bowed like I had just popped a rabbit out of my hat.

While presiding over a transnational meeting, I received a distressing call from my daughter's kindergarten teacher. "Mrs. Payton, a kid drew a massive clown on Anna's face during nap time! No matter how much I try to wash it off, it won't come off!" I immediately rushed to the kindergarten. My daughter, Anna Payton, was sobbing at the door. Her usually fair and tender face was now red and swollen. The clown drawing on it was particularly eye-catching.

I connected an earpiece and cleared my throat, "On my mark... Rain them with all you got" With the pistol in my hand, I walked through the open gate to see the waiting gangsters who had rifles pointed at me. I was not scared a bit. This isn't the first time I walk into a place and have myself surrounded. "State your purpose...!" One of the men said with a loud voice. They were on masks... A skull mask that appears to be smiling... Whatever Halloween clowns they are. "Perhaps you don't know me, I'm Clancy McCain, King of New York City"

The only scary I've known came in a 6 foot three package that promised only goodness in a fancy car. I unwrapped it like the hard-up eager naïve teenager I was. And it turned out to be a big fucking Monster that didn't just give me bad dreams but live fucking nightmares that still haunts me years after, wherever I go, reminding me that demons always come in the most appealing of packages. “If you gotta choose a name what will it be?” Killer asks, unaffected by the audience and my obvious inner battle I have going on inside me. My eyes snap off the older man walking closer to us and to Killer’s blue all-knowing gaze.

RYKER I looked up at Deacon, still stuck in fear in my mind. "Who? What?" I asked, trying to take in the words he was saying to me. "Claud, we know who he is. The man Ivy mentioned on the phone. He was one of the men, that followed the mob guys around back at the Punisher. He was a tag along of sorts back then. It sounds like he has made it up in ranks since then." Deacon said slowly trying to get the words to sink in. "Wasn't he older? Kind of a sad case. Wanted to be bigger than he was?" I asked, realizing who he was talking about. At the point, I was more worried than before. Claud was a follower, a showoff, he wanted someone to pay attention to him. He would be extra loud, a showboat, mo

She sat down as she took the journal she found in the house before she started reading it. "My name is Khloe, this is the day I will not forget in my life, the day that I bought my freedom from the two monsters I ever knew I won't miss them, how would I? Especially not after they burnt my expensive skirt. Do they know how much Jake spent on it? It was more than five thousand. Hhh that's what they don't know." As she was reading the delivery man had already arrived. She opened the door as she took what she ordered for before closing the door behind her. She was very hungry that worms in her stomach started making noises probably asking for food.

Her hand reached for my throat. "Please," I begged. "I didn't know." "Clara," she said. "My name is Clara. And those are my shoes. The ones I wore the night he killed me. He took them off my feet after I stopped moving. He left them by the door. He didn't know they would remember." "Who killed you?" She pointed at me. Not at my face. At my hands. I looked down. My fingernails were caked with something dark. Dried blood.