Psychopath Clown Novels & Stories

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.

The manager and two men were able to get him off me, and I exhaled in relief as they dragged him out. “I'm so sorry, sir. He's a sociopath and has harassed both men and women in this club before. I didn't know how he managed to walk in here.” The manager explained. “It's okay,” I said, giving him some cash as I proceeded to leave. What a day. “Thank you, sir!” He shouted behind me as I stepped out and drove back home. ************* “We have no investors left,” Luca said to me with a stern look. I looked down at the paper on my desk, reading through it. This was the lowest we had been.

I find clowns creepy, too, but I decide to ignore my feelings about them for now. I browse through the selection until I find the perfect one. It is a life-size poster of a scary clown holding balloons. "That's it. That's the one going home with us," I announce. Sophia shakes her head. "Oh, Vincent is not going to like this." "That's the point," I say, feeling a sense of satisfaction. "This is perfect for Mr. Grumpy." The thought of Vincent's reaction brings a smile to my face. ~-~ "WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS DOING HERE!?"

he warned. “I’ll try to beat you up anytime you touch me,” Chloe shot back. “I may have to protect my family, but you mean nothing to me.” She crossed her arms as she watched him struggle to stand. She didn’t help him. She had no sympathy left for him. He was a sociopath from the inside out. There was nothing good in him, and maybe there never had been. Once, she had been a fool. Now she was a fool’s prisoner until she could find the original video of him raping her.

“Too sad we will never fight.” “If this creepy guy,” I swallow, “isn't scary to you, just how scary are you?” “We're all scary baby girl. I'm just crazy. Men hate crazy,” he blows out a perfect ring. Achilles unlocked the big chains holding the man, the sound of the key echoing. As he raised his head up, the clown raises his fist, sending the first punch. This fight had started. Achilles spat out blood. “You hit good,” he says, a glean taking over his features.

My head was throbbing with headache from the wound that I had gotten earlier, but I didn’t care. There was nothing left to save of my reputation. I had no way out of this place with a towel. I would be labelled mentally retarded, challenged and ill. All the adjectives that people used when they pretended to be kind. There was no escaping it, I was going to do something real, something cruel and bad, realistic. Bleed and injure someone the way psychopaths made people bleed. The first figure appeared, a tall attractive boy with a bright smile and ruffled hair. The kind of ruffled that all girls liked. He was talking about something and was carrying a large guitar.

“In fact, I’d be impressed if someone could ever pull it off. I’ve got tricks on top of tricks up my sleeve, and I get off on preparing for any eventuality. I guess I’m hoping you will try, because I’ve gotten bored lately. I wouldn’t mind torturing someone…” What a sick fuck. There was no rhyme or reason to his madness. He was a lunatic who did terrible things once the entertainment stopped. He’d dropped thousands of euro renting out the strip club, but he clearly wasn’t interested in the girls or the booze. He was just there because he didn’t know what else to do. It was kind of sad. “You’re so lonely that the only connection you ever feel is through death.”

"It took you long enough to figure me out,I'm quite disappointed in you,you are so weak" "What do you want?"Luca asked him, looking at himself in the mirror and seeing the way his eyes changed easily. He needed to suppress this side of his before he went insane,not only was he a lover of blood,he derived in seeing him too in pain,he was clearly a psychopath. "I think that question needs to be figured out by you,you created me so you know the reason for doing that ''The other personality said laughing evilly,loving the mind games he was playing with him.

Dita said while looking at her empty cupboard. "I did it," Deg, that voice? Dita quickly turned around to confirm the person, and sure enough, it was Radya the psychopath. "Crazy guy? Uh, I mean, you?" "Yes, I did all this," said Radya, he leaned against the door of Dita's room with his chest crossed. "Why, on what basis did you do this?" Dita couldn't understand this guy. Radya walked towards Dita with a smirk that made Dita retreat slowly and finally stuck to the wall.

Seeing that he was really sitting on the horse's back, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and show a smile for the rest of his life. Terrible, almost thought he would fall to death, and thisMr. King is a psychopath, a big pervert and a bad thing. An Taotao turned to seeMr. King's expression. He was almost angry. This guy is still laughing. How bad and abnormal he is.