Really Scary Clown Novels & Stories

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.

I scanned the misty surroundings cautiously while all my bones ached from the fall and my heart thudded violently. Everything looked normal… sort of. The rides, games, and performers were there. Laughter echoed from afar, but beneath those laughs there was something off. An old, slanted sign above the large entrance read: Carnival of Souls. I stumbled up, limping on one leg. “Hey, do you want cotton candy?” a voice behind me asked nicely. When I turned around, I saw a clown that looked almost cute. He smiled at me, offering the candy.

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.

“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.”

Now I was standing in the middle of town, surrounded by couples, families, and kids running around with glow sticks, walking beside the man I swore I wouldn’t let back in. I sighed, folding my arms. “If I see one clown, I’m leaving.” Allesio smirked. “You’re scared of clowns?” “I never said I was scared. I said I don’t like them.” He hummed. “Sounds like fear to me.” I shot him a glare. “Keep pushing and I’ll make you regret it.” “Noted.” His grin was wide and boyish, and it did annoying things to my chest. Damn him. Damn his smile.

Why he is the most different? "D-do you think you can scared us? Yeah! Your just saying this to scared us and both of you can escape! Don't get be fooled by her words guys!" The man who is in the front said that agree by them all. "I'm not scaring you, I'm warning you" the clown head said and walk closer to them. "Just sit here Chlo-Chlo and watch me shining like your night in shining armor prince" she said and chuckled. "M-make sure you'll beat them" I said and smiled a little to let her know that I'm trusting her to beat this guys ass.

(Xander) As I lay there next to Rachael on the bed, I could not stop myself from smiling as I listened to her talk about Cole. "He then got scared and started crying. From that day, I decided that I wouldn't let him watch any more scary movies." I chuckled at what she said. "IT isn't that scary, though. I mean, who's afraid of clowns?" I shook my head but laughed as she slapped me playfully on my arm. "Some people are scared of clowns, mime, etc. For me, I'm kinda scared of mannequins." That had me laughing even harder.

she snared. Fear gripped Clara when she took a closer look at the woman's face. She had eyes that were detached from her socket, a crooked nose, tiny dark veins that spread like roots and covering half of her face and her hollow cheeks with visible bones that made her look more like a ghost. Clara screamed in horror as she had never seen anything like it before in her life. "Please. Stay away from me" Clara begged as she tried her best to retreat. Seeing how frightened and miserable Clara was, Annette let out a satisfied laugh.

From my perspective, he was unhinged—wild eyes that never seemed to rest, like a caffeine addict at an all-you-can-drink espresso bar. He had this unsettling energy, buzzing around like a hyperactive squirrel on a sugar rush. It was as if he thrived on chaos, drawing power from the disorder he sowed, like a kid who just discovered glitter and glue. His charm was dangerous like the lethal blend of allure and unpredictability, making him both irresistible and as terrifying as a clown at midnight. Yes, a clown. That’s what he was. To be honest, after the humiliation he made me go through three nights ago, I didn’t even want to see his face. His handsome features didn’t excuse his gory personali

he warned me and I scowled. I ignored Clark's warning because it was mundane if I did not seize this golden opportunity. That was the purpose of me being a clown. Besides, it would be fun seeing Clark's reaction when I would do something extraordinary. But, I didn't know what extraordinary I had to do. So, I finally decided on doing a somersault as the entry act and cartwheel as the exit act which was lame as compared to what I earlier thought- riding on a lion.