Really Creepy Clowns Novels & Stories

He was blatantly having fun enjoying his supremacy. Otaku was virtually savoring each woman that stood there with his evil sorcery. Ugly bites if his nails and marks of fingers swept on the feminine's body. His breathe went heavy for the amount of woman he fucked just by throwing a look at them. The complete community of people shivered with fear at his sinfulness. He was standing in the midst of the vast hall with millions of people terrorized and surrounding him.

I had stumbled into a den of monsters, and I was the next victim to be sacrificed on their blood-stained altar. As we made our way through the throngs of people, I saw the faces of those who were about to be slaughtered. They were slaves, no longer useful to the Lycans, and they were going to be put down like animals. It was a chilling sight, one that made my blood run cold. But the Lycan was not content with just killing these poor souls. He had his sights set on me.

Colors danced in a kaleidoscope of vibrant hues, and the boundaries between reality and fantasy became indistinguishable. Chloe felt a sudden disorientation, a sensation akin to falling. The once cozy living room melted away, replaced by an otherworldly realm where reality seemed malleable. She turned to Jonas, her eyes wide with confusion, but he appeared unfazed, his expression filled with an enigmatic knowing. "Chloe," Jonas spoke, his voice resonating with an ethereal quality, "there's something you need to understand. This... all of this, it's not quite what it seems."

[The Beginning....] 3 YEARS AGO Klara (PoV) NIGHT OF MARDI GRAS 20:30PM "Get away from me!" "NO!" "I don't want to dance with you!" I keep saying to these really annoying drunk guys who won't leave. "Hey Foxy Mama, You smell kinda pretty. Wanna smell me? Hoo-hah!" Says one of the guys, pretending to be Johnny Bravo. "No! Leave me alone" I say pushing him off

’’ Alonso frowned, ‘’wasn’t it too stressful to pull such a prank? ‘‘Draw what?’’ Andy raised an eyebrow. ‘‘That!’’ Alonso gestured towards the door, ‘‘what the fuck?’’ the drawing was gone. ‘‘Dude, you’re already paranoid reading all those creepy things about Mr Freaky Six the Decapitator, aren’t you?’’ Andy joked. ‘‘Cool name – and no, I’m not paranoid, there was a drawing on my door.’’ Andy suddenly gasped and gawked with his eyes wide open ash he looked at Alonso’s door.

Piercing wails echoed from every direction, deepening the chill. The corridor was narrow and winding, its walls covered in distorted murals, with tattered drapes hanging loose. A cold draft seeped from somewhere unseen, carrying a stale smell. "Bruce, this place… feels so creepy." Claudia's voice trembled, and she leaned toward him. Bruce did not respond. His steps never slowed, his gaze fixed ahead. He kept enough distance between them for another person to stand. Suddenly, at the corner ahead, a "zombie" in pale-white clothing, long hair covering its face, lurched forward with stiff movements. It let out a low growl and lunged straight at them.

he said a bit too loudly, and a group of older women sitting near them shot him a disgusted look before whispering among each other about what an asshole he was. "Send in the clowns!" the ringmaster suddenly yelled, and the crowd cheered, although a few people visibly recoiled as well. Clowns were not exactly as popular nowadays as they perhaps once had been, which was probably a good thing. Four of them entered the ring, and instantly engaged in comedic acts with both the crowd and each other. The show had all the classic elements, from balloon animals to pie-throwing and simple pranks. None of them said anything, instead simply expressing themselves with exaggerated gestures and mimes. The

The plank beneath the lead survivor’s feet—one of the guys from the bus who’d kept mostly quiet—jumped. His arms windmilled. “Move back,” Grant barked. “Slow—” The wood beneath the man *exploded*. Rotten planks splintered outward as something punched up from underneath with alarming force. For a split second, all I saw was a flash of cracked porcelain and bright colors. Then the thing was there. A clown. Or what had started as one, once.

In the movies I have watched, parties always look fun. Suddenly I can feel that we are being watched or rather I am being watched. And there they are, the Rosemont sisters standing before us. They each have their trays with them and unlike Ella, Phoebe and I they aren't wearing boots but rather matching red bottom heels. Everything about them is matching really. Well except for the color of their hair but the length of it is the same which is very long by the way. It's almost creepy how everyone about them is the same but I guess that's why everyone calls them the Rosemont weirdos.

"How stupid can you be? Do you think I'd ever trust you? Go ahead and open the case. There's a surprise inside." With trembling hands, Clara opened the case she had guarded so desperately. Inside it was a chunk of rotting meat that was soaked through with an extract that would lure zombies. Smiling softly, I said, "That's why you ran into zombies on the safest route." Clara began to tremble violently. Her mouth moved as she tried to say something. But in the next second, the zombies lunged at her again. They had their fill, so they took their time to savor her bit by bit.