Really Creepy Clowns Novels & Stories

That was probably another reason why this place was empty – it was a fucking fire hazard. With little other choice, Ava pressed on, travelling deeper into the ratty old set dressings that were an awful byproduct of a bygone era where the sole goal of these attractions was to send as many grade-schoolers into therapy as quickly as possible. Grotesquely stretched clowns stood ten-feet tall, looming over her in a variety of similarly eerie settings, like if the clown from IT had somehow ended up as the protagonist of Alice in Wonderland.

"Then I would say, tell me in the next sixty seconds because we got a line from here to Milwaukie, and we need a show for our seven-thirty today." "A real live wolf-man!" It was a gamble, a real risk taker considering hunters were spotted in the area, but I needed the cash. "Well, Mr. Ardoise, would that be good enough for you seven-thirty?" Clarence paused in the counting of his notes, money stacked in little neat piles as he jotted down the pay in his ledger and handed them off to the carnies on his other line. Clarence was one of the few cryptids that I'd met besides my family and the one dryad girl by the creek. He got around easier like most earth spirits did, like the way we shifters d

He reluctantly agreed to Claire's idea of scaring the teenagers. As they set out to scare the teenagers, Nate twirled his hands, making a strong wind blow across the graves and quench the candles, causing panic on the teenagers' faces. One of them suggested they leave, but they shut her up. Nate then made an eerie laugh loud enough to scare them, and they froze. Claire raised her voice, pretending to be a mysterious figure in the fog with horns and glowing red eyes. They all screamed and left, leaving Claire to materialize and sit on one of the tombstones laughing evilly.

After the excruciating pain passed, I opened my eyes. Using the reflection on the temple floor, I saw what I had become. My frame was massive and grotesquely wide, a bloated body like a small hill. My skin was covered in dark blemishes and twisted growths. The face that had once been passable was now distorted into something monstrous. Camilla stood to the side, covering her mouth as she laughed. "Sera, don’t you think this body suits you perfectly?" She looked down at me from above, her eyes dripping with malice. "Now that you’ve got all that brute strength, I’ll just gift those three crippled wolves who can’t even hold their wolf forms to you.

It was the biggest clown on planet earth. Clement!

She radiated a terrifying presence. However, there was a problem. Eliza, a famous ghost from the fog-shrouded city of Blackmoor, already dominated the long-haired ghoul archetype. Viewers would automatically compare this ghost to Eliza and dismiss her as ordinary, leaving her perpetually at the bottom of the NPC popularity rankings.

All of our eyes fell to the edge waiting for whoever the person was to appear. I silently jumped out of my skin as the man with the creepy clown makeup head eerily appeared. His facial makeup had faded, but the red smears still were disturbing. "Jules, you are needed." The man's voice was gruff and sounded like he swallowed a gallon of rocks.

However, just when the game was about to end, my eyes caught a glimpse of something that made me stop. I noticed that Clark had a peculiar tattoo on his arm I believed was similar to what we found in Hunter Grey. Based on my quick observation, the tattoo was an intricate design of a demented clown, with elongated limbs and a twisted grin on its face. The colors used were vibrant yet grotesque, with shades of mustard yellow, deep red, and silky green. The clown's eyes were black and soulless as if they were staring right into your deepest fears. But the weirdness of the tattoo did not stop there. Around the clown's body were tiny, almost indiscernible symbols and lines that seemed to move and

I can’t believe I called my one and only crush a wall! You piece of poop. Summer you should go and see the doctor. Oh.. I know, you should go home and eat your moms cake and play call of duty.. Yeah, that will help me for sure. Gahh!! if only I kept my freaking mouth shut, none of this would have happened but no.. Ms. clumsy here is one stupid person who can’t control her stupid mouth of hers.

- He said. - In short, a power of insults and perverts. - He said. - That's a perverted power. - He said. - Naked person. - Tsuki looked, - No one would have clothes on for the next 12 hours. - He said. - It makes anyone who was really hit by the goo of the green monster, if in the case of a clown for a week, he doesn't make someone laugh, during that period, that he has covered by the green goo, he dies, of the effect. - He said.