Nightmare Clowns Novels & Stories

“Tell me—what’s your relationship with Throne Knox?” “Oh,” I said mildly. “You mean my father?” The color drained from her face. Caelen still looked confused. “Who’s Throne Knox?” Samantha opened her mouth, closed it, then finally whispered, “The Knox family in Spain. One of the most powerful mafia families in the world.” She stepped closer to me, all her arrogance gone, her voice suddenly careful. “Miss Knox, I—” “What happened to calling me a cripple, Samantha?” I asked calmly. “Forgot already?”

“Are you certain?” "I wish I wasn't." My gaze never left Elana's face. Her breathing skipped, each breath shallower than the one before it. “Deadclaw was created generations ago.” Greyman said heavily. “It was never intended for ordinary wolves.” "What do you mean?" I asked him, holding her tight against me as I searched her eyes. “It was designed to kill those whose wolf genes remained dormant. Those the old world considered incomplete.” My jaw clenched. "Wolfless." Greyman sighed deeply before continuing. “The poison attacks slowly at first. It paralyzes the system, then enters the bloodstream and begins destroying every organ it reaches. Once it spreads completely, the victim begins cough

[Welcome to Eternal Nightmare. Survival is victory.] The cold, robotic female voice blasted through the dark while I was sprawled on the couch doomscrolling. The next second, a white flash nuked my vision and forced my eyes shut. When I opened them again, my living room had straight-up rage quit and turned into a blood-red wasteland. "Okay, what the hell?" I squinted and spotted my six-foot-two husband, Adrian Chase, already doing the whole protective-dad thing with one arm around our son.

As if someone was dragging long nails across the wood. Clara tried not to scream, because for the first time in her life, she truly believed that she was trapped in a nightmare.

The carnival smelled like sugar and popcorn and damp hay. At the haunted house entrance, someone hands me a red balloon and tells me to follow the path. Somewhere, I turned wrong. My brothers vanished. Three clowns appeared. Not funny clowns. Not circus clowns. These were fuck-ass ugly, nightmare clowns — too tall, teeth too sharp, voices wrong. Bloody knives glinted under flickering lights as they closed in. Run. I told my feet. But they were stuck. I watched them getting closer and closer. I could already feel their teeth sinking into my flesh.

I doubted my sanity would remain intact if I were to be left on my own. We all sat in the cozy living room, surrounded by plush cushions and soft blankets. My three best friends; Layla, Janelle, and Sofia, as well as Alyssa, my sister-in-law, flanked me on the large couch, while Alfredo and Alvida, my parents-in-law, sat on a couch opposite ours. The room was bathed in the warm, afternoon sunlight, but no amount of light could erase the darkness that still clung to my very being. I took a deep breath and looked at them, my voice shaky as I spoke. "I've been having these recurring nightmares,"

Dark of Night Copyright 2019 Emily Goodwin Chapter One “What do you see when you look at this one?” The doctor holds up a card, showcasing an ink splotch that’s twisted and creepy, with eyes that follow you no matter where you go. I look at it, heart hammering away inside my chest. The mess of ink on the white paper reminds me of the monster that lurks in Nana and Papa’s basement, the one that tried to get Abby and Scott to go downstairs with it.

Was he getting paid to simply sow chaos? “I have observed something interesting in our data,” said Miko. “Some of Nightmare’s victims follow a certain pattern.” “Please Raijin,” said Xylo, “job’s done and we can relax for a bit, alright?” “Hold on,” interjected Locke. “I wanna hear it.” “‘Course you would,” Xylo sighed. Locke nodded at Miko, who then continued. “I found that Nightmare and his crew were hired to harass a specific convoy company. It was never in a specific system, and never for anything important. Just everyday goods. They attacked half a dozen convoys, though they never stole anything. They merely destroyed the convoy itself.”

After nightfall, he went straight home to rest. Time keeps running. The clock now shows 10.00 PM. Alex has just arrived with his car in front of a bridge which is currently very viral now because of a killer clown who always performs his evil actions every night. Alex then got out of the car. Even though the news about the killer clown was told terribly, he didn't feel the least bit afraid. He came with great courage. Apart from coming bravely, he also of course came with a gun to guard against the killer clown. He came with a baseball bat as well as a loaded gun.

His entire body hummed with lethal tension. Mara spread her arms like she was welcoming honored guests. “Come now, Clara. Don’t look so scared. It’s family night.” The underbrush tore open. Five rogues lunged into the clearing - feral, gaunt, eyes glowing with the sick, desperate hunger of wolves who’d surrendered their minds long before their bodies. Their fur was patchy, scars layered so thick they formed ridges. But behind them… A sound shook the ground. A bellow - deep, wet, monstrous.