Really Creepy Clowns Novels & Stories

Once in front of the door Claus warns me “By the way, his appearance is not very good ...” he says with a wide smile on his lips, he opens the door and the typical and characteristic smell of blood floods my sense of smell again, I enter and the man Claus was torturing for the last three hours he looks horrible, he has wounds all over his body bathed in blood, he is only in his underwear and two clamps connected to a modern electricity generating device hang from his nipples, the son of a bitch was having fun, I look at him with displeasure and he smiles proudly

How would they even know about Dracula? Alistair let out a laugh. ’’Trust me, the truth will shock you.’’ "Would you like a balloon?" A clown asked, walking over to where they sat. October nodded at the clown with blue hair and a red suit on. She was glad when he came over, because she saw the amazing art that he had made for everyone else and wanted one as well. “A butterfly please?" She asked him. The clown got to blowing and tying the balloons. “Here you go, one pretty butterfly, for a beautiful girl."

The other one grinding the clothes and offering juices to the creepy people with buttoned eyes, who were lining up for it. I cleared my throat, "Aaaaaaaahhh!!!! Mom!!!" I screamed, running away as I closed my eyes in terror. I bumped hard into someone who caught me before my butt would land on the floor. I was still screaming and wouldn't shut up until cloth was shoved into my mouth, making me stop screaming. "Why are you screaming??" Clara asked concerned filled eyes. I spurred the cloth out of my mouth, cringing at the taste. "There are these people with button eyes and they were eating and drinking clothes. Do you understand what that means!?" I shook her vigorously, stunned by the whole

I giggle. “It’s okay, I will see what I have.” Throwing the popcorn into the bowl. Showing them the way to my room. We make our way up the stair. The three brothers look like they were uncomfortable. Like they had just walked into a sex shop. I held back my giggles. “Are you guys, okay? It looks like you saw a ghost.” Making my way towards my side of the bed and jumping onto it while eating popcorn. “No. No not at all.” Austin says making his way to the bed. Then finding a seat.

In the darkness, my foot struck something, and I nearly tumbled down the stairs. "What's that?" I caught myself as a heavy reek of blood filled my nose. I pulled out my phone to light the way. One glance and my blood ran cold. It was the fake officer's body. He was dead. My stomach lurched, and I retched. His eyes were wide, and he was slumped against the wall, utterly still. Blood covered him, especially across the chest, and his clothes were almost black. I must've stepped on his outstretched foot and nearly fallen. I fought down a wave of nausea, lifted my phone for light, and stepped closer to see how he'd died.

We used a variety of torture techniques in the imperial palace while interrogating prisoners. The clowns couldn’t scare me. Taking one step back, I asked, “Where is Crystal?” “Do you mean this boy’s mother?” The pink- masked clown glanced at the sleeping boy in my arms and said, “Although I didn’t witness her death, the she-wolves who encounter Lee usually meet a bad end.” Then she swept her eyes over me and asked, “Are you three a family? That’s interesting. We have never featured a family performance before.” The red-masked clown became excited when he heard this. “That’s a brilliant idea. Maybe we will be able to garner more sympathy from the audience.”

He stood up and walked to where he used to out his books, he took a small but old looking book and came back to where he was sitting, next to me. "I read it in this book , there is a certain theory which say that people might have ghost clones, these clones looks and dresses exactly like the original you and they can do anything you can do. Sometimes if you are lucky you can have a good clone but if you are unlucky you are likely to have a bad and evil clone , which means you are unlucky because yours is evil" he explained. His explanation shocked me , i have never heard such things and I've never believed in ghost theories.

Outside the tent in a conversation between the worm man and one of the dwarf clowns, named Tino. "Poor boy, he has suffered so much," said the worm man. "This is so, and unfortunately, he will suffer more, when in some days, he has to appear in his own village as the freak who returned from death."

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.