Really Really Scary Clowns Novels & Stories

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."

So that it won't get hurt later. Alex stood up following her with a sigh of relief that she at least forgave him. He shouldn't have said those to her. "Some parcel for you" The clerk gave the parcel to Clara. She opened them swiftly expecting the decoration items she ordered for her main dress. A small jump from the box startled her as she jumped in fear of seeing a cockroach attacking her directly. She screamed in fear seeing the dirty cloth inside and a big ugly doll with her name Clara on its forehead. She turned and grabbed Alex's hands in fear.

And thick, capable monster fingers? We entered with a good-sized group. This was clearly a popular attraction. And, true to the clerk's word, it was dark inside. I wrapped my arm around Tyce's so he could lead the way, and we stayed toward the back of the group. The attraction didn't start out too bad. It was mostly animatronics, strobe lights, dry ice machines, and scary sounds. But it slowly became scarier as they'd darken and quiet the entire room, leaving us in anticipation. I squeezed Tyce's hand for comfort. Without warning, strobe lights danced. The first time this happened, a man in a terrifying clown costume jumped out in front of me. I screamed in reaction, and pushed my whole body

She blurted out frowning. "No but..." I said and paused wondering. "I think it's funny." I uttered. I can't believe this that the people I even call my friends are the one making me a clown instead of advising me on what to do." Clara said aside. "Hang On miss, in case you are forgetting we are in the same class and we were given the same project as yours so who would abandon her project and start giving you advise or tutorials everyone cling to your self I am still cracking my brain here." Joan chipped in defiantly and everyone giggled.

Pictures of me from my childhood are splayed over our table, he picks one and starts another story. “I didn’t pee my pants,” I cut him off. Six pairs of eyes turn to me. If I had superpowers, I’ll reach for those pictures and rip them. In the picture, there is a wet spot on my pants. “It was water, Daddy. Water.” When we were little, Daddy took Hayden and I to a horror house. It sounded fun up until we went inside. I died so many times but the worst of them all was having a clown jump out at me. I hate clowns. Thinking of it makes me shudder. I never went back there.

My rage had gotten alarmingly out of control and without realizing it, I broke the glass in my hand. “Dominic, what’s wrong?” Declan asked me, visibly worried. It was only when he realized it himself that he stepped in front of me. “Oh, no, you are not moving from this spot!” With all his strength, he placed his hands on my chest, preventing me from moving forward. My eyes darkened, and I watched with hatred every move of that ridiculous cartoon. But I felt everything a hundred times more heightened. The bond between me and Rebecca was speaking its mind, and I was making superhuman efforts not to go to him and knock him to the ground. My face was already changing, and my claws extended menac

"Yes so I heard. One with a giant Afro." "Lots of clowns wear a rainbow fro." "And a giant red nose." "That's almost standard issue in the clown community." "And giant flip flops." "Giant shoes are also a thing among the clowns." "And s cheeky speedo." "Oh my god! Really!? Carlos will be thrilled to hear his product is becoming a hit before they even arrive in stores... Although this could also mean a competitor may have stolen his product early! We should notify him!" .... "Okay yes it was me! At least Arthur will have to deal with this instead of you." Collen announced proudly. While it was giving Arthur a headache, for once Collen could proudly declare he wasn't causing Evelyn Issues.

Clara frowned. "I’m scared, Wren. I’m so, so scared. Each time you leave him and me at home, he tends to show one creepy character or another. I don’t want to take chances. What if he forces me when you aren’t around? I’m scared; having him around is almost like keeping me in the lion's den and then claiming it won’t devour me at the slightest opportunity it gets. Please, Wren, do something about him!"

“Why would I be afraid of you? Are you a monster? A ghost? Or did you just get a makeover and now you want me to judge you?” Clark shook his head, almost smiling but clearly holding it back as if he had bet he wasn’t allowed to. “No. But most people, when they see me, they’re afraid.” Roxane rolled her eyes and muttered to herself, “He’s not wrong… people are scared of the CC clans. So what? I’m not. My grandfather is still scarier than all of them!” Then she raised her brow again and quickly fired back, “Uhhh… and wait… why are you here this early?!” She was clearly startled but trying hard not to look nervous.

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.