Really Really Scary Clowns Novels & Stories

Remembering this, Chloe immediately crossed her arms over her chest, her face growing even paler as she stammered, unable to form a complete sentence. "Am I really that scary?" The man smiled warmly, his expression gentle and harmless. Not scary? He ordered fingers chopped off and eyes gouged out like it was nothing! He knocked out two of the bald man's teeth with just two slaps, leaving the gang members trembling and begging for their lives, scared out of their wits! He was definitely a dangerous man! Avoiding the hand he extended toward her again, Chloe clutched her torn clothes tightly and backed away until her spine pressed against the car door.

“I wanted to be a clown when I was in pre-k. Would you be okay with that?” He sucked in air between his teeth. “Ooh. Clowns. I’m terrified of clowns.” “No you’re not!” I laughed. “I am! Haven’t you seen IT?” “IT? Like, the scary movie, IT?” “That’s the one.” “Can’t say that I have,” I shrugged. “You should watch it some time. You will be scared shitless of clowns too.” “I don’t like scary movies,” I wrinkled my nose. “I have enough anxiety in my life without them.”

A mannequin head dropped, and his high-pitched yelp was so extra I nearly forgot my own anxiety from laughing. Eli lost it next when a clown lunged at him—and me? I screamed at everything. But this time, not just from fear. From frustration. From stress. From that awful lump I hadn’t been able to cry out earlier. It felt… weirdly good. By the time we exited the final “Exorcism Room,” we were breathless, drenched in fake blood and laughter. “That…” Eli panted, hanging off Ty’s shoulder. “Was pure therapy.” “I think I dislocated my soul,” Ty muttered, wiping his face.

While presiding over a transnational meeting, I received a distressing call from my daughter's kindergarten teacher. "Mrs. Payton, a kid drew a massive clown on Anna's face during nap time! No matter how much I try to wash it off, it won't come off!" I immediately rushed to the kindergarten. My daughter, Anna Payton, was sobbing at the door. Her usually fair and tender face was now red and swollen. The clown drawing on it was particularly eye-catching.

What the fuck? “What the fuck are you doing?!” a deep, funny-sounding voice yells at me, causing my ears to ring. I groan as I open my eyes and see a brightly colored clown in front of me. A sexy clown. As my eyes meet the deep brown ones of this sexy clown, a weird pressure radiates from inside my head. It feels like someone is trying to talk to me from the other side of a brick wall. It hurts. I shake my head trying to make it stop.

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.

"Forget it. I might as well try anything at this point. Go ahead and do my makeup. The goal isn't beauty—it has to be eerie and scary. Viewers love watching players lose it." I thought about her unusual request for a moment. "Honestly, I don't think beauty and creepiness have to clash. The obvious way to scare people is with grotesque, horrifying makeup, but there's a more effective approach—when you look beautiful yet still inspire pure fear. You may look innocent, but in truth, you're a flower blooming in the dark, nourished by the corpses around you. "When players stumble helplessly into your traps, you clap with glee, your face twisted into a crazed smile, the slits at the corners of you

This was the punishment. At some point, green smoke crept in without warning. The temp plummeted. I shivered, and he slipped off his cloak, wrapping it around me. "Don't be afraid," he murmured. Afraid? Not even close. My perception glitch had me kind of... hyped. "They're back!" Mia yelled. "Grandpa and Grandma are back!" The door creaked open. Two shriveled elders shuffled in. Chat Feed went wild: [It's them. The revenants. Nobody survives past this.]

"Come. Come on, this isn't a place to be getting lost. I really want you to be aware of this specimen. You know we have astronauts who were involved in the first phase of defending our planet before we had the invasion and the war. It's not really much left in his pique physical condition as those days are behind him now. But that matters little once the serum is added as him during a full rut will be something for the generals to gawk at, They're very much revving to have him back in the air, but I'm not sure about how he will work with heavy machines under serum." The walk through the premises seemed to come to an end as we walked past similar displays of naked men staring at me with

I am glad he isn't making fun of me. “I thought you said you weren't scared, little wife?” He asks. "I..I.." I stutter. The truth is that I am scared of ghosts and most especially, clowns. “That was a lie," I say truthfully, feeling really disappointed in myself. "I just wanted to impress you, I'm sorry.” I hear him sigh and feel embarrassed. Just as I am about to say something, a red-eyed, evil clown pops out from a box, scaring the hell out of me! They don't look robotic, they look really real! They are slowly approaching us, baring their sharp, elongated fangs at us.