Pennywise Creepy Novels & Stories

With a white bag and red lipstick, I am ready to go. "Wow!, Girl, you are smoking hot you are gonna burn him to ashes! He won't be able to keep his eyes off you the entire time," Penny says smugly. "That sounds spooky. I don't want his eyes scanning through me like I am some meal," I purse my lips to make sure the lipstick sticks. "You sure are gonna be the meal, honey," she teases. "Get lost!" I wave her off making her burst into giggles.

I sucked in a breath and looked away, not wanting to fall under that spell. Lizzie turned. Her eyes flitted to Roman, then to me, then back to Roman, before stopping on me. When she squinted comically at me as if I was under a microscope, I shifted uncomfortably. Something in her expression shifted, like she could feel it too—that something was different. Her gaze lingered on me for a beat too long before she turned back to the screen. “You're not asleep yet?” Roman asked her. She shook her head, “Nah, just rounding this up. Pennywise thinks he can scare me? Ha, he needs to think again.”

" Jacob's smile was a thin, crooked line. His eyes never left mine. "I dragged things out to draw you downstairs, so you'd be my witness. But since there are cameras in the stairwell, I can't leave you alive, either. I'm going to kill everyone in this building!" He clamped down harder. I'd been flailing in panic, but suddenly, I went still and met his gaze, perfectly calm. "W-what's going on…" Jacob froze and squeezed my neck harder, then seemed to realize something was wrong. "What's happening? Why am I—"

She’s only a couple seats away, but I swear I can always tell when she’s watching me. *Witches are creepy and that’s why we’ll kiss their ass,* Dante says, nodding. I’m fully aware there were witches in my earlier days, but I rarely interacted with them. There are a hundred other reasons to kiss up to Penelope but yes, witches are the definition of creepy to me. *We need to look into that disappearance right away, try to get his description. I overheard some females in the laundry room talking about two strange disappearances at another pack. Both teenage males,* Penelope says, over mind-link.

Pursing my lips, I swallowed my pride and kept quiet. "Maybe I will come and see you at one of his establishments, and finally get that blow job!" He whispered, his grubby knuckles trailing down my cheek. Pulling my head back, I smacked my forehead into him; hearing the bones in his nose crack under the force, I beamed evilly. "You bitch!" He roared, blood dripping down his face and coating his lips in crimson, reminding me of Pennywise yet again, making me laugh bitterly, the sound of my laughter evidently pushing him over the edge as his hand raised above his head, ready to strike me.

Even the cracks in the pavement around the building seemed to be healing, drawing tight as if they’d been sutured shut by the fog. More people came forward, allowing the creature to pull coins and bills from their hands. Some even laughed when the thing leapt to their shoulders or danced on their heads before jumping back to its master. Meanwhile, the crowd pressed closer, carrying Kathy with them. She flinched when the creature landed on the purse of the woman next to her. While it climbed up the strap, the grin found Kathy again, as did its eyes. The pupils held black slits in twin pools of piss, but they widened to circles when she finally found the voice to scream.

DIONE awoke to her siblings arguing on her bed as if she were not sleeping. She covered her face with a pillow because she was still drowsy, but her siblings were really trying to be patient with her. They made her a pillow punching bag; they slapped the pillows they’re carrying. So she had no choice but to get up. “Hey! Can’t you see? The person is still asleep,” she said angrily to her siblings. “It’s okay, sis. You are not a person, anyway, you’re Pennywise,” replied by her mischievous brother, Danny. Dione’s two eyebrows met at what she heard, and she immediately took a pillow and slapped it on her brother as he got off the bed.

"It will take a lot of focus, and that's where the twist is." I announced. "What twist?" He stopped us. "We have moved quite deep into the cave and if there is a total black out without lights, we will release the crackens." I announced. "That sounds bad. What are crackens?" He asked me. "Let's just say that they are giant flesh eating insects that thrives in the dark and senses fear as their sense of mobility. They can't see but they are triggered to move towards your fear." I said. "Well, that's simple then. We do not need to off the torch. You will just cast the spell then."

Joe answered him right away and replied with a smile, “Well, Sergeant Cruz! I’m afraid I have no idea who this man is.” Taio sneered loudly. “Drop the act for Christ’s sake, Director Pennywise. None of us are idiots. That murderer in the video—he’s your new instructor, isn’t he? He must feel real good about himself killing off the meek and defenseless, doesn’t he?”

" Penny immediately grabbed the glass of alcohol and splashed it on his face. Casby methodically wiped his face clean with a handkerchief, glaring darkly at her. As Penny stood up and ran toward the door, he grabbed her wrist tightly. "Did mentioning Caleb hit a nerve? You've finally stopped pretending to be a goody-goody, huh?" After a few steps, Penny felt pain in her wrist, and the room started spinning. She looked back at him, but her vision was filled with multiple blurry figures. Everything seemed to be floating. She sat down abruptly, shaking her head to clear the dizziness. However, the room continued to sway.