Really Really Scary Clowns Novels & Stories

Additionally, it was the first time Claud had opened his eyes so wide before. He recalled that the zombies had only been Rank 5 a few months back. Now, two more zombies had shown up. There were four Rank 7 Zombies and one Rank 6 Zombie. The scene was terrifying. Lucas beamed at Claud, whose face had turned pale. He said, "This is my Apocalyptic Legion. What do you think about it?" Claud stuttered as he looked at Lucas. He was horrified, and his body had started shaking out of fear. "Come here to me. Let me finish you," Lucas beckoned at Claud with his finger.

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.

Red hair, red nose, a colorful onesie, and big teeth that I can see clearly as he smiles menacingly. It's a clown. "It's a demon clown!" Orion states and I can picture a look of probable terror on his face. "I don't like clowns." I shake my head in disbelief. "After everything that we've seen. You afraid of clowns?" "They creepy okay anyway let's just kill it and be done with." When we kill a night terror it turns back into its true form as it burns. Though they turn into some terrifying things, their true forms are nothing compared. Their bodies are like that of red flesh. It's as if they have no skin. Their eyes are black orbs of nothingness. That if you stare into them for too long they a

Connor narrowed his eyes. It has been three years since Connor and I had been married. I was seven months pregnant, so we were trying to set up our baby's room. Connor put me in charge of the decoration, and now he is regretting his decision. "First of all, this is not a killer clown. He is Bobo the friendly neighborhood clown," I said irritably. "He is Bobo the creepy fuck, is what he is," he announced. "Connor!" Connor shifted uncomfortably. "Look, I've never told you this but, I'm afraid of clowns."

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.”

Clara let the old woman hold her hand and she stared straight into her pearlescent eyes. Then the woman’s body started to shake not from cold but from fear—intense horror she had never imagined to feel. That was when Clara discovered a new definition of scary in her vocabulary. Scary was looking in the woman’s eyes and not liking what she would see. Blood. An unknown place bathed in red. Fire. People screamed in agony. Their screams for help were like a tight vice around the heart. Destruction. Nothing else was left. Life slowly left the once lively and flourishing paradise. Death. The end that no one would ever ask for. Clara pulled her hand away when she felt the woman’s tight grip on her.

As if a literal running sack of bones with wolverine like claws wasn't bad enough, they all had a sickening poop-brown glow and made not even a whisper of sound. "What the date?" The words left my lips softly and unbidden,then floated off, unacknowledged. I guess my male counterparts were too busy being scared shitless to reply. I watched as the bony,razor tipped paws drew nearer and I could feel others behind us as well.We were being crowded and boxed in.Ulrik began losing momentum and I felt his grip tighten a moment before he made an abrupt about-face and planted Keanu and I on our feet."Don't.Move." was all he said before he started to chant rapidly,the words barely decipherable.Not that

Clair shrieked exactly once, then denied it immediately. “That was not fear,” she said, clutching my arm. “No?” “That was outrage.” “Sure.” She hit my shoulder. “Shut up.” The path split and narrowed in odd places, forcing groups to separate and rejoin around fake coffins, crooked mirrors, and rooms pulsing with red light. The attraction wasn’t good, exactly, but it had that chaotic carnival quality where bad design and too much noise occasionally lined up into something effective. At one bend, we nearly walked straight into a hanging body prop, and Clair actually ducked into my side with a startled laugh.

His eyes were filled with fear. Clint's men brought out a box of cockroaches, earthworms, and giant centipedes! They all dropped them inside the coffin while Pablo screamed in horror! "No! No! You cannot do this!" "Oh, I can, but you can relieve yourself by telling me who hired you," Adrian declared. The other kidnappers also had a look of atrocity on their faces. They were gulping and sweating, some unsure of what Adrian had in store for them.

“If I was really a monster, I would’ve sent his whole arm instead of just a hand picture.” I nearly threw up. Mom held me tighter instantly. “You thought that bloody hand belonged to Gab?” Clara burst into loud laughter again. “No, no, no… Gab’s tiny hands are still attached.” Relief crashed into me but Clara wasn’t finished. “Those cute little hands still need to grow bigger,” she whispered creepily. “After all… one day they’ll wrap around your throat and squeeze the life out of you.” “She’s insane,” Julius muttered under his breath. Clara suddenly screamed loudly through the phone.