Really Creepy Clowns Novels & Stories

Walking with Angelo seemed normal to them. Last Sunday, we watched a horror movie inside their house. I was so scared of the killer clowns in the movies, but he wasn’t even flinching while watching. He said those fictional creatures weren’t scary at all. What he was scared of was how dangerous some of the wolf packs are.

After a slight surprise, a playful smile appeared on his face, and he walked straight towards her. "Wow, so handsome..." Linda's eyes sparkled with stars, and she drooled almost to the point of it flowing out, gazing foolishly at the crowd approaching them. "I don't care how handsome he is, let's just leave quickly." Chloe, the only one who was still sober, saw the strange faint smile on the handsome man's face, and felt a creepy sensation that made her scalp tingle. But these two idiots just wouldn't budge no matter how hard she tried to pull them away.

Nothing fancy or showy, but her pants usually highlighted her ass, which made most men think of it as an invitation to harass her. Aside from “Peeping Tom,” she was getting annoyed by an “ogler” that has been following her for the past 15 minutes. He keeps on inspecting her work, or her ass, whichever it is he fancies at the moment. Clara could feel the hair standing on the back of her neck. ‘What is Peeping Tom doing, anyway? Why is he not telling his employee to buzz off? Is he just going to let this man get away with this?’ she was getting more incensed as each moment passed.

“You should not drive here alone, especially in the woods. Several bad creatures were wondering nowadays.” He stepped his shoes into the dead body and remove the arrow that hits the man. “What is that?” I curiously asked while pointing a finger at the dead man. “An amateur vampire.” He sighed. “Go home, kid before you could meet another creature here. I heard off this place has a lot of werewolves.” I was completely surprised. Several different creatures were now freely exposing their faces. I just met a sorcerer and now a vampire. “Umm, thank you for helping me. My name is Clark.” I politely extended my hand.

Declan's mouth watered as his eyes smiled at the food on the food cart. I don't know how the fuck he could be hungry with the whole place smelling like inside a rotting corpse. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up when I heard the carnival anthem playing. "Step right up! Step right up! Zombies and ghouls, banshees and golems!" A fat clown announced as his crooked lips fester into a frightening frown. We paused as he continued. "Step right up and try something new! That's right folks, we're tasting new things today." It pointed at us. I jumped to the side, making sure his nasty finger was pointing directly at Declan.

they said with a little fear of their voice but again the clown head laughed. "Of all the werewolves here in howling Island he is the only one different, don't make the mistake of trying angry the werewolf who possessed those spiral crimson eyes because otherwise, even your soul will not survive" all of them stunned of what the clown head said. Maybe they know of what she pointing but still don't want to believe. I wonder who he really is? Why he's the only one who possessed those spiral crimson on his golden eyes? Why he is the most different?

The girl could see his hideous smile and his fiery red eyes. Anna couldn't take her eyes off him. "Please, don't hurt me!" The clown walked over, still smiling. "Please!" Anna inched back. He could feel an aura of fear in Anna. Makes him feel even hungrier. The clown was getting closer and closer. Anna kept inching backwards. He swung the butcher knife in his hand. "Aaaaaa!" 'crash' Blood gushed from the veins in Anna's severed neck. Makes all white floors turn red.

Exactly the type to bring home to mama except for the fangs, talons and the huge pair of raven wings on her back. The second is Ankou, a really creepy clown with a constantly nodding Jack-in-the-box head. The face has owl eyes and a mouth filled with canine teeth stretching from ear to ear like a frozen Cheshire cat’s grin. In one hand he holds a whip that used to be somebody’s spine and in the other a drippy clot of blood the size of a volleyball.

For the first time in weeks, her worries felt far away. And then came the scares. They entered the haunted house as a group, swallowed by fog, flashing lights, and grotesque monsters popping out of the dark. Zoe screamed at every corner, practically hanging off Melinda, who threatened to hex the next actor who touched her. Chloe shrieked when a clown lunged from behind a curtain, then broke into nervous laughter, clutching Diana’s arm. Diana strutted through unbothered, blowing kisses at the “undead,” and announcing, “Scary is cute on me.”

Apparently, it belongs to the vampires. “I didn't know, although it makes sense. Who else would crave the atmosphere of a skeleton-filled catacomb? Vampires, god. I don't know of any other supernatural band that works so hard to keep the core idea of their existence alive. For once I would like to see a sunny vampire named Petey who wears pastels and loves to watch the Great British Cooking Show." Laughing, I tried to imagine Clive in a pink shirt sitting on my couch watching TV with me. It turned out to be surprisingly easy. Maybe just thinking about Clive was easy. Owen battled downtown traffic while I was daydreaming. "Did you dance?"